Heavy rains bring with them more than just a flood of water...
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Center of scholarly knowledge and shipwrighting, Zeltiva is a port city unlike any other in Mizahar. [Lore]
by Aoren on July 2nd, 2014, 12:12 am
17th of Summer, 514 AV
21st Bell
“Illeera!”
Smoke filled his lungs. Everywhere he looked the fires threatened to consume him. The sky overhead was blanketed with the ash of a hundred burning trees. He was running. Behind him he could feel the claws of a madman bent on feasting on his endless agony.
“Illeera!”
Aoren called out through the darkness of the burning forest. He peered through the thick smoke. He could barely draw breath. The heat was oppressive and everywhere he looked there were only fires to be found. They roared with a life of their own lashing out trying to burn him to cinders. He had to find her. He had to get to her.
He had to save her.
“Illeera!”
“Aoren!”
Whirling around, his eyes came to rest on her. There she stood just beyond the trees. Her hair as red as the flames that burned all around them. His heart was pounding in his chest. He could barely breathe. He had to get to her. Sprinting forward he barreled through the intense heat of the flames. He didn’t care that it burned. He didn’t care that he could die.
Time was running out.
Aoren came skidding to a halt just as he reached her…something was wrong. As the flames of the burning forest burned ever brighter he looked into the eyes of his sister. There in her sockets, only fire and death remained.
“Aoren? Why are you running? Silly boy…”
She lunged forward catching Aoren by surprise thrusting a hand into his chest clutching his heart. He gasped feeling the strength leave his limbs as she leaned in. This twisted horror, a garish phantom of the woman he cared for, whispered in his ear.
“I found you.”
Thunder sounded in the distance.
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by Aoren on July 2nd, 2014, 12:13 am
Aoren jolted awake throwing the sheets off of his body. He sat up in bed propping himself up. He was covered in a cold sweat. His heart was pounding in his chest. His breathing was labored. He felt like he’d just run for miles. He brought shaking hands up to his face rubbing it with a weary sigh. Slowly the realization that he was not in any danger settled in allowing him to calm down. A soft whine drew his attention. Tired blue eyes came to rest upon the shadow figure that was Isikai. It took a moment for Aoren to collect his thoughts before the dog truly registered with him. When the dog did, Aoren sighed letting his shoulders drop. He pat the mattress beside him gently.
Without hesitation Isikai hopped up onto the bed nudging Aoren’s chest with his nose. The large mixed breed whined pawing at Aoren for a moment before moving in closer. The Drykas man just took comfort in his presence. He brought he dog closer petting him on the head, running his fingers through his soft fur before giving Isikai a gentle hug.
“Thank you, boy.” He meant it. Rainstorms never sat well with Aoren. They ushered in for him a host of bad memories and terrible events. Seldom, ever, did a rainstorm pass that he was not visited by the things he often did his best to try and forget. While not all of the sadness that he’d faced in his life had been heralded in on the wings of a rainstorm, the most painful of those things were. Those things always came back to him when the rainstorms came.
Always.
The thunder shook him to his core. The rain weighed down on him like the grief that still sometimes tugged at his heart. Tears that were now nothing more than memories as they went unshed. As it stood, he just wanted to shut out the noise. If only to clear his head. Gently he motioned for Isikai to move. The dog did not budge and pressed closer to Aoren almost protectively. He gave his companion a smile running a hand through the fur on his head.
“I’m alright, Isikai.” The dog gave a whine before leaned forward nudging his chest with his nose again. With that the large black dog got up from the mattress hopping down onto the floor. Aoren looked around his room. He could just barely make out his desk in the darkness. Kicking the sheets off he set his bare feet upon the cool stone floor. He resisted the urge to shiver as he made his way over to the desk.
When he reached it he felt over the surface for the candle that sat there. As his fingers brushed it he felt for the wick. Without much effort he reached into the depths of his being calling upon the powers of reimancy. He coated one of his fingers in thick gel-like Res dividing it into two simple layers the outer which he ignited setting fire to the candlewick. With a flick of his wrist he transmuted the inner layer into water producing a small stream of steam.
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by Aoren on July 2nd, 2014, 12:18 am
Pressing his fingers into the djed he glided his hands over the surface of the glass spreading the Shield to each corner of the window. Working with single-minded intensity he pushed the clusters of djed that he found rising unevenly throughout it into place. His hands stitched together the threads of the Shield as holes formed until finally the entire construct was set in place. By the time it was finished Aoren’s breathing was labored. His hands were shaking. His head ached and his vision was blurred.
Whether it was because he was tired or because he was crying…he didn’t know.
The downpour picked up. When it did lightning speared through the clouds once again heralding another angry peal of thunder. This one was so loud Aoren could feel the sound in his bones. The Shield he’d made illuminated as if physically hit by the noise it was tasked to keep out before fracturing and falling to pieces right before his eyes. With the barrier falling much like pieces of glass that splintered away from the window once shattered, Aoren simply stared into the dim blackness beyond the window. There were no thoughts that truly passed through his mind. He was tired. He had exhausted what powers he had in the way of Shielding. He wouldn’t have been able to piece together another Shield even if he’d wanted to.
Isikai nudged one of his hands drawing Aoren out of his reverie. He looked down at the dog who peered up at him quizzically. Magic, it seemed, would not provide the comfort he so desperately sought that evening. Isikai would though. Closing his eyes steeling himself against the wrath of the rainstorm Aoren leaned over to the writing desk blowing out the candle. Tentatively he climbed his way back into his bed resting on his side.
“Isikai?” The dog hopped up onto the mattress when called. He came to rest beside Aoren curling up against his chest. He lay there petting his closest companion with slow steady motions as weariness began to weigh down upon him once again. He was, for the briefest of moments, filled with trepidation when the darkness began to close in around his vision. Then Isikai let out a breath like a child who blew upon the fluffs of a dandelion and all nightmares were as seeds in the wind…
…carried away to parts unknown no doubt merely waiting to weed their way back into his dreams. For the moment though, they were banished.
Aoren was content with that.
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by Shai on July 26th, 2014, 4:52 pm
However hopeless the situation appears to be
There yet always exists the possibility of putting up a stubborn resistance
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