Light
10-19-15, 01:25 PM
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The constant thumping of the rain beat against the giant oak as I sat on it like the drumline of a marching band. The cold bite of my exposed fingers stung as the wind blew along raw edges of my gloves. I know I should feel the icy rain as it thudded against my heavy cloak and the chill sinking deep within my bones. But lately, I don’t feel…much of anything. Not the sun on my face, nor the sting of the chill in the air.
Just…numb.
Ever since the events in the mine, I don’t know what to feel. I was tortured for days on end, I watched as my only friend was dragged in, barely breathing, and of course who can forget…me killing his only son right in front of him. I can still feel the warm blood all over my fingers from his son’s neck. No matter of water nor ointment can shake that feeling from my fingers. There also is no need to mention…her either.
Kenrick couldn’t even face the monster that I have now become and who could blame him?
My fists balled as I slammed them into the thick oak tree with my tears mixing within the rainfall. The bark crunched under the force of my fist as I brought it down again and again. This new found anger lurking under the edges of my consciousness, seemed to always be fighting me to gain control. I withdrew my bloody knuckles and held them close to my chest as I leaned my head back onto the trunk. My feet dangling on either side of this branch I had found to try and escape the rain.
I needed answers to what happened to me back in that mine. Was it magic? Adrenaline? Or just…pure evil?
I have heard of a witch doctor sitting on the edges of the Salvar that may have the answers I seek. I have been traveling for what seemed like weeks toward the frigid tundra. I have heard whispers that magic is forbidden in these lands and anyone caught using has dire consequences. This could be a potential trap, but I had a growing need fired inside of me that says I needed to do this. Even if it meant, my death.
The rain seemed to have died down as I swung both my legs over the branch and leapt down onto the soggy earth below me. My new bow that Kenrick gave me, snugly hugged my back as I made my way toward the snowy mountains that lay in my path. It seemed quiet in this place, like no wildlife dare to brave the harsh environment I am willingly walking towards.
The witch doctor that lays on the outskirts of this frozen wonderland is names Andra, per my investigation, and is said to have the power to view into the very soul of those who come to her. I seemed to be lost in my thoughts for my foot caught the edge of a small ledge that had a thin layer of ice on the edges, causing me to lose my balance and tumble down the side of the cliff. I felt rocks and twigs slash into my sides and flesh as I plummeted down the rocky terrain.
I landed with a distinct thud against a large boulder at the bottom of the 10 foot canyon. I slowly braced myself onto my elbows as I spit out blood onto the frozen earth. My insides screaming as I tried to pull myself onto my knees.
“Just perfect.” I breathed out as I grabbed my sides and began to check for how bad I was injured. I felt the cold nip at a fresh wound on my forehead as I finally made my way onto my feet. Definitely a bruised rib or two as a scoured the mountain for the remainder of my belongings. As I began gathering my things, a small rock sang in the air as it landed on my shoulder.
“Ow!” I gripped from my shoulder as I spun around in the direction the rock came from, but no one was there. My eyes searched but found nothing.
“Great, so on top of being in this freezing wasteland, I am now being pelted by rocks by an invisible boy. Could this day get any worse?” I threw my hands up cursing the Gods for the predicament I seemed to always be in. At least it wasn’t something trying to eat me, what a refreshing change. My hand reached for my small blade the lay a few inches in front of me when another rock whizzed and smacked me in the back of the head as a small giggle escaped into the air from the attacker.
I instinctively reached up to the pain that danced in the back of my head as I grabbed my blade on the ground and turned in the direction the rock came from again.
My breath caught on the edges of the crisp air at the vision that stood in front of me.
My knees became weak and instant tears welled in my eyes as I stared at her.
“Amra….?”
The constant thumping of the rain beat against the giant oak as I sat on it like the drumline of a marching band. The cold bite of my exposed fingers stung as the wind blew along raw edges of my gloves. I know I should feel the icy rain as it thudded against my heavy cloak and the chill sinking deep within my bones. But lately, I don’t feel…much of anything. Not the sun on my face, nor the sting of the chill in the air.
Just…numb.
Ever since the events in the mine, I don’t know what to feel. I was tortured for days on end, I watched as my only friend was dragged in, barely breathing, and of course who can forget…me killing his only son right in front of him. I can still feel the warm blood all over my fingers from his son’s neck. No matter of water nor ointment can shake that feeling from my fingers. There also is no need to mention…her either.
Kenrick couldn’t even face the monster that I have now become and who could blame him?
My fists balled as I slammed them into the thick oak tree with my tears mixing within the rainfall. The bark crunched under the force of my fist as I brought it down again and again. This new found anger lurking under the edges of my consciousness, seemed to always be fighting me to gain control. I withdrew my bloody knuckles and held them close to my chest as I leaned my head back onto the trunk. My feet dangling on either side of this branch I had found to try and escape the rain.
I needed answers to what happened to me back in that mine. Was it magic? Adrenaline? Or just…pure evil?
I have heard of a witch doctor sitting on the edges of the Salvar that may have the answers I seek. I have been traveling for what seemed like weeks toward the frigid tundra. I have heard whispers that magic is forbidden in these lands and anyone caught using has dire consequences. This could be a potential trap, but I had a growing need fired inside of me that says I needed to do this. Even if it meant, my death.
The rain seemed to have died down as I swung both my legs over the branch and leapt down onto the soggy earth below me. My new bow that Kenrick gave me, snugly hugged my back as I made my way toward the snowy mountains that lay in my path. It seemed quiet in this place, like no wildlife dare to brave the harsh environment I am willingly walking towards.
The witch doctor that lays on the outskirts of this frozen wonderland is names Andra, per my investigation, and is said to have the power to view into the very soul of those who come to her. I seemed to be lost in my thoughts for my foot caught the edge of a small ledge that had a thin layer of ice on the edges, causing me to lose my balance and tumble down the side of the cliff. I felt rocks and twigs slash into my sides and flesh as I plummeted down the rocky terrain.
I landed with a distinct thud against a large boulder at the bottom of the 10 foot canyon. I slowly braced myself onto my elbows as I spit out blood onto the frozen earth. My insides screaming as I tried to pull myself onto my knees.
“Just perfect.” I breathed out as I grabbed my sides and began to check for how bad I was injured. I felt the cold nip at a fresh wound on my forehead as I finally made my way onto my feet. Definitely a bruised rib or two as a scoured the mountain for the remainder of my belongings. As I began gathering my things, a small rock sang in the air as it landed on my shoulder.
“Ow!” I gripped from my shoulder as I spun around in the direction the rock came from, but no one was there. My eyes searched but found nothing.
“Great, so on top of being in this freezing wasteland, I am now being pelted by rocks by an invisible boy. Could this day get any worse?” I threw my hands up cursing the Gods for the predicament I seemed to always be in. At least it wasn’t something trying to eat me, what a refreshing change. My hand reached for my small blade the lay a few inches in front of me when another rock whizzed and smacked me in the back of the head as a small giggle escaped into the air from the attacker.
I instinctively reached up to the pain that danced in the back of my head as I grabbed my blade on the ground and turned in the direction the rock came from again.
My breath caught on the edges of the crisp air at the vision that stood in front of me.
My knees became weak and instant tears welled in my eyes as I stared at her.
“Amra….?”