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[Darsha]

Summer 512

Why was it so hard to breath? Why was it so hard…to do anything? For some reason the more he thought about it the more painful his heart began to ach. Deep wounds and cuts penetrated deep into his bare chest and back. His body turned cold against the cold rain pouring down on him. His snowy white hair that was caked in mud and filth was being slowly cleaned by the water raining down on him. Sitting in an ally next to a busy street he buried his face into his knees and began to cry. Men and women walked past him and went to their homes, trying to escape the heavy rain that only seemed to grow harder. Thunder clashed in the sky and he clinched his fingers around his legs, trying to ignore everything around him. This was what he had to go through…starving half to death. His rips practically showed through his body and he was hurt. Badly. Blood drained down into the middle of the empty streets and Vaas pretended not to notice. Same as everyone else around him. He rose his head slightly and saw the water below him…showing a rippled form in his reflection the first thing he saw was his glowing crimson eyes. And on his forehead…was an arcane circle. He wondered honestly were the thing came from…similar markings also appeared on his hands that he kept bandaged up to keep from being judged. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a roll of bandages and wrapped them around his forehead. Hiding the marking on his head before anyone saw it.

[Annalisa Marin]

Anna was not normally one to take a walk down east street as it was indeed a den of ill repute, if ever such a thing existed in Zeltiva. However today had been a special day, a whim had taken her so she had decided to visit a brothel or two today to treat herself and melt away her concerns. However the gods apparently wished to deprive her of having any fun as the rain poured down on the extremely moody wizard. Her hopes of an eventful and fun evening were crushed by the cascade of water falling from the sky, and Anna was none to pleased by this fact. The young professor pulled up the cowl of her cloak with an angered snarl and started down a nearby alley, pushing past anyone stupid enough to get in her way. One evening, one petching evening was all she wanted. Was she going to get that? No, of course not. The rain pattered down heavily on her cloak, filling her ears with the sound of constant rainfall. The wizard weaved her way through the alleyways, glaring ahead with fury. This was more than a little annoying, now she needed to walk all the way back to her house in the rain. Anna was fit to curse the next fool that was unfortunate enough to walk anywhere near her or set her off in any way, shape, or form. Of course, the gods were in an extremely vindictive mood today so naturally when she rounded the next corner they decided to have her trip over someone stupid enough to be laying in an alleyway. That was the final straw that broke the camels back. Anna let loose a string of profanities of which 'Petch' was the kindest as she rose to her full six foot height, leveling her most fearsome and deadly glare at the person stupid enough to trip her up. "What kind of stupid petching moron are you to just-", Anna started before it registered what exactly was she was looking at. The child at her feet was truly pathetic in her opinion, his hair was mated with dirt and grime, blood and open wounds were fresh upon his body. It was bad enough that even someone like Anna felt a twinge of pity cross her heart. Her angered grey eyes softened just a tiny bit. "What the petch happened to you, child?" Anna asked, her voice less enraged though it still possessed traces of frustration beneath. His bandages looked rough and most certainly not well applied, clearly someone had beaten him pretty badly.

[Darsha]

Vaas was trying to tie the bandages around his head when suddenly something ran into him. Causing his hands to fall and the wrapping to fall to the filthy ground before him. He frowned slightly and rubbed the circle on his head as the women snapped at him. “I’m a moron?” He asked sadly, reaching for his arm and rubbing it. The women looked down at him with a look he had never seen from anyone before and it made him look away. “Im…sorry.” He apologized, picking up his knees and planning them in his chest. The women asked if he was ok and he looked down at his torn body and tilted his head. “Um…i…don’t know.” He said looking at the deep wound on his chest and blinking. “ My parents…had thir daily fun with me. But im used to it. It stopped burning a while ago…now it just hurts. But its ok…I’ve been through worst. Pain doesn’t bother me anymore.” He said sadly, looking at the cloths she had. Wondering where she had gotten them he looked at his and sighed. He kind of just wanted to shift and curl up in a ball. He wondered if his real parents would ever find him again. He shivered at the thought. He sniffled and looked at the women. “If…you see them…don’t tell them im here.” He asked softly, taking a bandage off of his hand. Revealing the rune of darkness on his hand. He used the bandage and cleaned his shoulder. Gritting his teeth at the pain.

[Annalisa Marin]

Anna stared at the young child as he spoke quietly, no doubt in a great deal of pain as he lay there on the ground. The young professor had been blessed with good parents from a common lifestyle, ones that had loved her and provided for her as she had grown up. Her father had never lain an ill hand upon her and her mother had only disciplined her when she had done something wrong. As such, child abuse was well outside her field of knowledge, all she knew was that something inside of her squirmed at watching this pitiful creature try to treat his own wounds. The young wizard was certainly not a kind or compassionate person by any stretched of the imagination, but she did possess some humanity to her. Anna set her jaw and stooped down, grabbing the boy bodily. "You are not staying out here in the rain, especially not with injuries like that." Anna said, placing an arm under his legs and another around his back and lifting up. The adrenaline running through her veins was enough to send her heart pounding in her ears as she started back on the path to the Infirmary with this boy in her arms. The boy was definitely more weight than she was used to carrying and was enough to strain her arms as she walked at a brisk pace, pausing every now and then to adjust her hold over him. The adrenaline was giving her a boost to strength, otherwise she probably would have dropped the boy soon after picking him up. This was completely insane, here she was, a respected professor at the University and one marked by Rhysol lugging around a bleeding and battered child in the rain. Not minutes ago her night had been ruined by not being able to visit a brothel. The absurdity of the situation was enough to make her chuckle. "Lord Rhysol, I hope that you don't look upon this weakness and frown." Anna said under her breath as she walked. She knew that she should have just walked away like everyone else, it would have been easy and she could just get on with her life. Yet she hadn't and here she was, doing what might be considered a relatively humane thing to do. The trip to the infirmary couldn't end quickly enough.

[Darsha]

Vaas felt the sting in his wounds after he tried to heal himself. He only knew a little bit of magic but he wasent sure how to trigger it. So far all he knew were that the markings on his hands and forehead were designed to do something but he had no idea what that was. The boy jumped slightly when he felt arms underneath his legs. The deep cuts on his back became irritated when the women lifted him from the ground and started walking through the streets. Telling him that he wasent staying out there with his wounds...Vaas looked at her and frowned. That look in her eyes said something completely different from what she was doing. It made him feel odd. He heard her mumble something about weakness and he looked at her and struggled to speak. "Our weakness...summons our true strength." He said sadly, looking the women in the eyes.

[Annalisa Marin]

Anna worked her way through the night lit streets of Zeltiva quickly, feeling her strength beginning to be sapped away by carrying this boy around for so long. She was not made for endurance, she was a wizard and a professor at the University not a Wave Guard. The adrenaline would only do so much and right now the strength it had granted her was steadily fading, still the University was not too far away she felt she could make it. So she pressed on, ignoring the feverish groaning and babbling of the boy in her arms. The young professor trudged onwards, gritting her teeth as she struggled forward, stopping every now and then to catch her breath and adjust her hold on the boy. It was ridiculous that there was never a petching Wave Guard around when they were needed. Anna slowly made her way to the University and headed straight to the Infirmary, her muscles screaming at her to just drop the kid and let someone else find him. But she stubbornly continued onwards and was more than pleased to see a couple of students rush to assist her. One young man offered to take the child from her arms which she gladly allowed and motioned for them to follow. They made their way to the Infirmary proper where the young professor met with the doctor on the night shift. He took one look at the boy and a grave look crossed his face. "Bring him down over here." The man commanded. Anna moved out of the student's way, rubbing her arms slightly as she observed them set the boy down gently on the bed. Satisfied that he was in capable hands, the young professor left the infirmary in a hurry. This could now safely be classified as no longer her problem at all. It hadn't needed to be her problem at all but she had been stupid enough to get involved. This display of compassion had been a weakness, she couldn't afford to display it again as she moved forward. With one last look backward, the young professor pulled the cowl down over her head and left before someone noticed her and started asking questions.