Consciousness was a slow thing to regain. As Ira did she mentally tallied herself. She didn’t hurt anywhere, she didn’t feel weird and there didn’t appear to be a wound in her side anymore. Just to be sure of this she slowly ran her hand across her bare stomach and felt nothing but smooth skin. Odd, she could have sworn she’d been stabbed by a Fallen; she was also pretty damn sure she’d been corrupted and was about to go crazy and kill a bunch of people. Yet here she was, lying on something rather hard and feeling perfectly fine. Not a bump or scratch on her and not a singe sign of corruption.
Rather confused, Ira slowly opened her eyes, in advertently blinded herself by how bright it was, especially with the sun reflecting off the sand.
Wait a minute…sun, sand…it was night, where did night go!?
Sitting up rather quickly and ignoring the sudden dizziness that overcame her, Ira looked around her surroundings. She was sitting on some kind of foundation wall of some ruined building that was definitely not part of her tribe. The sun was out and about and very cheerful looking and a gentle breeze was making the sand dance around. There was also a forest not too far from where she was sitting, all of the trees were dead though and it didn’t look like a single animal roamed within.
Where the Hell was she and what happened to the Calerians and all the Fallen they had been fighting?
What the Hell happened to the tribe?
Glancing behind her, Ira sighed in relief as she spotted Storm moving towards her. At least she wasn’t entire alone in this place, whatever it was. Jumping down from the crumbling foundation wall, Ira gave Storm a tentative smile as he approached her. She had no idea what to say to him or what was going on and she doubted he had much of a better idea.
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“How’s it coming along?”
Gereint turned from the fire that forever burned in his tent to look towards Liax, who had just come in. Though blinded years ago in a ritual, there were things one needed no physical eye to see and Gereint could see Uriahd perfectly and the sorrow and pain within her.
“Every Calerian who participated in the battle seems to have minimal injuries. However, we’ve got twelve major injuries, two dead and…two might not make it to tomorrow.” She said to him.
He nodded his head and slowly rose from his sitting position. He would need to attend the wounded now as best he could. The fighting was over, the Calerian’s had won but they had taken casualties and they had lost good people today. And there was one more whose fate was still undecided, one who lay in his tent now, beside the prone body of a stranger.
“Why…do they look like that? And why is she still alive, she’s been corrupted Gereint, we don’t know what she’ll wake up as.”
He nodded his head solemnly. It was true; she could wake up to be a monster and a plague on this tribe. There was no telling how many people she could kill before someone killed her. But he knew there was a chance she’d wake up without the corruption. Something was different in Ira from the other Calerians, he’d known it for a long time, he’d just never told her or anyone else. There was a chance she would come out of this stronger than before and changed, but hopefully in a good way. As for the stranger, he didn’t really know how or why this had happened to him. But perhaps the fates had decided he had a role to play somewhere in this mess.
“Ira was forced into her soul when she became corrupted and somehow the stranger was brought there too, that’s why they look like the dead. Their bodies have shut down to the minimum that can sustain life. And I will not kill her when there is a chance she will come out free from corruption.”
Gereint knew that Ira and Liax were good friends and he knew that it pained her even to mention the thought of killing Ira, but like all the other Calerians Liax thought Ira was going to wake up a monster. He knew there was a chance she wouldn’t, he knew that perhaps with the help of the stranger she’d make it through somehow.
“Come, Liax, let us tend to the wounded…”
He didn’t want to lose any more Calerians today.
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Grabbing her necklace, Ira looked down at the two Irenian Crystals lying against her chest. One, which she was not bonded to, was the calm blue the crystal was supposed to be. The other was red, telling her she was still corrupted. Yet that made no sense, she felt no pain and she was not running around like a wild animal trying to kill everything in her sight. Though to be honest, the only thing in her sight she could kill was Storm, there didn’t appear to be anything else living around here.
That was when it dawned and her and everything started making perfect sense.
“Oh, fuck…” The one swear word she’d picked up during her time in Corone was now the only thing she had to express this situation.
She was in her soul. It was where a Calerian travelled to battle and eventually expel the corruption that they took in when fighting and releasing Fallen. One isn’t supposed to be able to travel here when corrupted but she’d done it the last time—though she had no memories of that—and it appeared she was doing it again. Only this time she’d brought along another person with her and she wasn’t entirely sure how that was possible. People weren’t supposed to be able to travel into other people’s soul. Perhaps because he’d been near her when it had happened, she didn’t know, she did know that he was going to have a hard time taking this.
“We’re in my soul…” Ira said to him. When he gave her a blank expression she continued the explanation, “A Calerian has the ability to travel to their soul. It’s how they fight off and eventually expel the corruption they take in when releasing Fallen, those nasty creatures we were battling that I somehow think you were able to see for a brief moment. Normally, one shouldn’t be able to travel to their soul corrupted; it’s unheard of, especially bringing company with them. My guess is that my soul dragged me in here trying to stave off the corruption and because you were so close to me you were accidentally pulled in as well.”
Oh, yeah… that sounded like a great explanation. Yep, she was sure he was going to believe her and not think she was crazy.