The water surface was almost like glass, despite any sort of movement below even along the edges it remained still as if held by some sort of magic to keep it’s peace. It was almost unnerving to take any sort of step on the water, a fear that one step on it would ruin it all but she had to. It was almost as if she didn’t have choice in the matter after plucking the branch from the tree. The lights almost appeared warm as she walked past them, her feet now on the edge of the water before stepping out. Looking down her reflection was there but it started to fade away as something moved below the surface. A hand, a face, something that turned into that of a woman dressed in white darting around like a silver fish. Grinning she grew closer and in a moment her hand slide out wrapping around Lass’s ankles and pulled her down.
The water was warm, warm all around as Lass threw her hands around her neck as her feet tried to kick. It was so easy to relax to forget it was water that she could. No she really could breathe under the surface as if water was nothing more than air. Letting go she looked down, her body still sinking as the orbs of light slowly started to bubble up, around her as if to greet her. It reminded her something, as if she was forgetting that she knew them for some reason but as the voice spoke she lost her train of thought.
Tired, yes she was always fighting, always opposing, moving forward with rage, and yes she deserved the rest. The chance to sleep to join the others asleep forever forgetting the world above the surface, she thought reaching out to one of the wisps.
--- “Stand up brat, if you want any sort of real power you need to learn how to hold that pointed thing properly. Look I don’t care if you stole from someone but if you going to point it at me at least learn how to use the bloody thing.” A deep husky voice spoke as if trying to hide something underneath the layers of cloaks and scarves that covered its body. In its hand it held a sword with a glittering basket around the hilt, its blade looked as if had seen a few battles in its time, protecting its owner from those that had opposed them.
Lass looked down, in her hand was nothing more than a small dagger, a pitiful dagger that wasn’t any longer than her forearm. It was all she had to protect herself and without any sort of hesitation when she heard thief and murderer yelled out in the street and saw the figure pass by she followed it. Daring it to fight her head on only to be quickly defeated and for some strange reason it had offered her life back.
Voices could still be heard in the distance they were growing closer all looking for the figure that had killed some unimportant noble. The figure glanced back before looking down at Lass again; she could almost see its eyes, blue like the sky and almost pretty as a woman’s.
“If you want to learn how to fight then follow me but if you slow me down I’ll leave you here. Don’t let those men catch you either, I might just have to do away with you like I did the Marquise.” Sheathing its sword it started to dart forward as Lass scrambled to her feet quickly following as close as she could behind. They ran through the streets, at times fear gripped at Lass thinking she would lose the figure but she easily found it again. After what felt like hours of running the figure finally darted into a small shack along the edge of the city, Lass followed behind quickly before the door closed behind her.
The figure immediately turned around pinning the girl to the wall, its mask finally down revealing a pair of red ruby lips on what one of the prettiest lady Lass had ever seen. She grinned at Lass as she spoke, “Welcome to our place kid, this will be your home for the next couple of years if you want, however if you try to leave we will likely kill you. Also you can’t leave until we think your fit enough to fit and well…” Turning around she looked at a male standing in a suit of armor behind her. “Blah blah blah.” Lass couldn’t remember the rest of the words the woman spoke instead she could remember an overwhelming feeling, the words home ringing in her ears. No, she had lots of home but there was something, or maybe it was just the air trying to fill her lungs from her running, but maybe this home was different.
She could feel joy settling in her heart.
---
Suddenly Lass was back in the water, looking at the glowing orb in her hand the thought gone from her mind.
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My character's name: Lass Character's journal link:Journal BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Image Rank of character Knight Sacred Points obtained: 15/100
Koray gingerly held the branch in his hands. Eye alight with the mysticism of it all. When he looked up at feeling a pull the youth felt...a warmth. Like...someone he knew wrapping him in a shawl. The youth felt tears...why? As he followed the lighted path the waters reflected him. He wasn't really paying attention to the Lady only distracted by this feeling. Who...? He yelped as he felt himself being pulled under.
His body twisted and writhed, feeling fear well up before that warmth seeped into his bones. He felt that whiny feeling of a child reaching...for....Mother. As that hit him the youth realized he was fine. Everything was okay. He took a deep breath as he looked before him. Hearing the Lady's words the youth looked away. A hand rising as a few orbs passed him, he reached out slowly. Withdrawing his hand as he looked at her out of the corner of his eye.
"As weary as my soul feels, dear Lady. Its not yet time for my body to succumb." he flinched at her words. Recalling the illusion of Efe at the corridor. "If I am worthy to see them again. I don't feel...as if I've earned that right just yet."
As if to comfort him the youth feels the orbs draw close. Their warmth...he saw her in his mind. Someone...he opened them to see a orb floating the shadow of a female there. Reaching out with wide eyes like a child his fingertips touched it. The youth felt a rushing pull as he was immersed in warmth...
Mother.
~*~ Koray sat on the counter. He was small, smaller than most of the other kids his age. That didn't matter to him. He was content. He was safe, but why was he safe....? A hum reaches his small ears as he looked up and over to the nearby stove where a female stood. Her long dark hair was tied back in a braid, eyes as bright as a new spring leaf. She was beautiful...many had remarked that it was a shame she had no daughter to share her beauty. Her sons were all handsome as to follow her husband. While the youngest seemed to have a more feminine build than his elders they all assumed it was due to the child being born early. Koray giggled as his Mother moved around him, kissing his forehead, to reach for a herb. She looked the leaf over nodded then went back to the pot to crumble it into the mix.
"Mama...what are you making?" the child asked. Koray knew...yet at the same time didn't...this was his Mother. How could he forget her? She taught him so many things...
"Its to help your brother with his breathing issue he's going through right now." she replied as she stirred the pot over the fire.
Koray made a face. "...how do you know he's having trouble?"
"A Mother's Wisdom, my dear little krait." she had a snake name for each of her sons. Koray was Krait...short for Sea Krait due to his love of swimming when the temperature was right for it. She stood to look at her youngest who looked confused. Smiling she picked the child up, setting the pot off the fire as she started to walk. "Let me explain. When a child is born to a parent. Regardless of gender, my little krait. That parent develops instincts. A sort of knowing...a wisdom about their child. For me...I know when my sons hurt. When their sick...take your brother. Cem has been speaking shorter phrases lately. Taking longer to walk with your brothers...ever since they spent that night out in the storm. Naturally...experience makes us Wise to things. In mine...that means he's sick."
As she walked the female held her youngest close on her hip. Koray clinging to her and her every word. Parents were something else in his young mind. As she stepped outside she called Cem inside to drink some of the elixir she had made. Koray sat on her hip the whole time. Mulling over her words. Wisdom...was something experience taught you. Something parents had from their lifetime of learning. Koray leaned on his Mother...basking in her warmth. ~*~
It was that same warmth he felt as the memory shattered. Nothing was there again. Everything was hollow. Koray dropped to his knees screaming as the loss hit him. He didn't know why he screamed. He just felt...sorrow. The youth panted harshly before he felt he was back on shore. Eyes red he got up and ran...ran until his lungs burned and his body screamed for him to stop. He wanted to get away....but he didn't understand why...what was wrong with him?
What was he missing?
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My character's name: Koray Karga Character's journal link:Journal BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Koray is tall, lanky with long dark blue hair. Eyes are mismatched now. Left is a deep azure blue, right is a murky blue gray. The right side of his face is covered with a wide banded eye patch due to blinding wounds sustained during his flight to safety. He usually can be found in a Violet tunic and dark breeches. Dark knee high riding boots. Usually has his hair up in a puffy ponytail to avoid it in his way. Ivory skin tone. Around his neck on a leather cord is a coiled up snake ready to strike. Rank of character apprentice-knight. Sacred Points obtained: 30/100
Even with the gravity of the situation resting heavily on her heart, Abbi cannot help but take a moment to admire the beauty of the lake. There is something about it she cannot name, but it draws her in. She thinks perhaps it is because it will be the last pretty thing she will likely see, or maybe it is the way the light plays along the shore that reminds her of something sweet, though it could also simply be a moment of reprieve in an otherwise hectic situation, but there is something the girl appreciates and feels a bit melancholy over regardless. The splash of water rouses her mildly, but not nearly quite so much as the hands pulling her deeper. If she resists, it is instinctual and not something she's wholly conscious of as she sinks into the lake. This all feels strange, especially the part when she realizes that breathing underwater doesn't result in a worse fate.
Little iridescent lights floated toward the girl, swirled around her hands and brushed against freckled cheeks. Abbi is delighted to discover she can laugh underwater, excited to find that the little orbs make the feeling more intense, and she tries grasping at them with no real luck. But despite that, there is no on moment of disappointment involved, there is only--
Life in the tower is not joyous in the sense that one's heart could burst from the sensation, but it isn't all misery and loneliness.
Instead, it comes in quiet little moments that are few but good, times that are peaceful if boring, and exciting when it is something new or breaks the regular routine of things, even just a little. Happiness is not a singular time, it is not one event that rises above the rest. There is no true exhilaration in a life of loneliness, there isn't anything of that sort. It is all very gentle, it is all very subtle, but for what Abbi knows it is true joy.
The first moment comes when she is still too small to climb into the window seat without assistance, but just old enough to begin understanding the symbols in books. With diligent practice (at such a young age she has little else to do on her own) she begins to string them together into words and then phrases and into paragraphs and finally into whole pages of understanding. Not long after she is tearing through novels, tugging at her father's shirt hem to ask after words or meanings or to explain what something she's never seen looks like. After that reading becomes a favored pastime, and the girl is rarely without a book. This does force her father into collecting more for her, difficult as that task can be, but Abbi assures him again and again that she is quite content to reread old favorites.
Next comes staying up late to stare into the quiet world outside her windows, to wonder and dream and make believe of what happens past the field of wheat and barley she lives above. Imaginations are always good, everyone always lives happily ever after, everyone gets their way. There are no towers, there are no prisons, there is only delicious food and open fields and maybe a dragon to defeat or two.
There are other small things, learning to sew and making herself more intricate dresses. Growing her hair to ridiculous lengths and spending moments in solitude plaiting and arranging it and prancing about in front of a mirror to test out what style looks best. Watching what few farmers traverse the field below, peeking at them from high above and waving when they notice her. Putting needle to plain white fabric and coaxing from it a scene, the first time Abbi is able to show her father something she'd embroidered and he able to correctly name it as a rabbit is a distinctly clear memory, clearer than most. Still clumsy and growing hands point at the different weavings of the thread and a mouth excited with her accomplishment, little though it may seem, rattle them off amid laughter. Her father pats her head and gives moderate praise, he was never an over the top man, but the next time he ventures out into the world and leaves Abbi behind, he returns with more colored thread for her to work with.
That is what she remembers most. The feel of the silken material she could work into anything she wanted. The small spark of curiosity of how it was made, of where it came from, of how she could do it herself, of her own potential. This is what Abbi remembers from the tower, this is her bubbling of glee.
--Feet rest upon solid ground, and Abbi feels a bit more buoyant than before. If she's been in the lake she doesn't recall it, only a far away sense of contentment. Yes, this fight ahead would not be pleasant, but the girl is grotesquely optimistic for reasons she doesn't care to explore. It won't end well, but she is certain that all of the knights banding together will be able to bring about some change for good.
"I wasn't supposed to tell you this." The woman was old, and bent over with age and hard work. Her hands shook at all times, even as she clutched Riley's hands within them. "We're never allowed contact with our old life. But you're such a kind soul. A sweet soul. I thought you deserved to know."
Riley felt the cold stone of dread in her stomach, but she only nodded in response, waiting to hear what the woman said. Her own hands were shaking, but only because the woman had taken hers, despite their aversion to touch. Her skin tingled painfully, but she ignored it because this was clearly important. She was already breaking so many rules, one more would not make any difference.
"Your parents have passed on to the heavens. It was the shadows, of course, that took them and their child."
Riley would have been less distraught by the news, had it not been for that last addition to the woman's revelation. And their child.
They'd replaced her.
"Did they suffer?" Her voice was rough with lack of use. The old woman shrugged, and finally let Riley's hands go. "Did they suffer??" She repeated, as the old woman averted her eyes and began to back away. Riley clutched her hands against her chest, and closed her eyes as the agony overtook her. Her parents were dead now - their souls were safe, having secured their place in paradise with the sacrifice of their first child. They were happy, now. With their child. Together. Complete.
And there was absolutely no room left for her in that past, anymore.
She had to move on from this. She had to remind herself that she'd severed those ties long ago in extensive meditation and cleansing. She shouldn't even have known this information, it only tied her to bonds that she was not allowed to keep.
Still, in the privacy of her own small room, after prayers and dinner were over, she spent her night crying for her loss, and abandonment she was never supposed to feel.
The tree before Kari was a beautiful sight to behold. Kari wasn't sure how a single branch from a tree could turn into a full-grown counterpart, but she'd seen stranger things during her time as a knight, so she decided not to think too deeply on the tree or the mysterious girl who supplied the branch.
Walking up to the tree, her thoughts of its beauty surfaced once again as she took in the soft glow given off by the tree. Reaching a hand out, her fingers brushed against the bark. It felt smooth, a stark contrast to the normal roughness one would expect from a tree. Grasping the branch, she gingerly broke the piece off from the tree. It continued to glow as a path illuminated before her. It was directing her towards the lake. It made sense if they were to cleanse themselves before the final battle.
Taking the branch, she followed the path right to the water's edge. Dipping a foot in told her the water was a bit cold, but not unbearably so. As she sloshed into the water, she found that her reflection seemed to fade as she became submerged at the waist. In its place was a girl in white, smiling demurely just beneath the surface.
Before Kari could respond to the girl's appearance, the girl grabbed Kari's legs and gave a sharp tug. She gasped as the tug was replicated on her own legs, sinking her head beneath the surface as she flailed to regain control. She goggle at how the lake bed had disappeared between one second and the next. She'd just been in waist-deep water a second ago, and now she couldn't even see the bottom! Her lungs ached with the need to breath and her arms felt sluggish from effort. Was she going to drown? Without having done anything?
Giving in to the need for air, she unconsciously exhaled and was thrown for another loop. She was able to breathe. Under the water.
Now that she wasn't struggling to survive, she was slowly taking in her surroundings. It's warm... warmer than you remember the surface being. As she sank deeper, Kari noticed the small objects lining the surface below. Some of them were beginning to float up to her current position.
One orb called out to her, prompting her to extend her hand towards it...
"I hate you! How could you?!," a red-haired girl wailed, tears streaming her blotchy, reddened face.
Kari could only stare at the girl with wide eyes at her stained dress. She didn't know what to say. How could she? She'd told the girl's parent that she'd been playing with a wolf cub because she'd been afraid the mother would attack her if it found them together in its den. She thought they would only prevent her from going to see the pup from now on. Instead, the parents had rallied a group of villagers to hunt down the pup and its mother. The blood on the angry girl's dress was all that remained of the carnage. She'd only been looking out for her friend, but the consequences weren't anything that Kari had prepared for.
"Susan, I... I didn't..., " Kari murmured, trying to figure out how to make her friend understand. Was that even possible anymore? Her actions had taken lives. No amount of reasoning could make that disappear. "... I just wanted to..."
"Just stay away from me, you snitch," the girl snapped, rubbing her face on her bloody sleeve before turning to run. Kari just watched her leave. The words stung like no weapon could. She'd only done what she thought was right... so how could things go so wrong?
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My character's name: Kari Character's journal link:Journal BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Brown shoulder-length hair and blue eyes. A slight build and small stature (110 lbs, 5'3"). Quiet, calm, cautious, adaptable, respectful, and determined to do any task she feels of merit to completion. Her sacred weapon is a Quarterstaff named Shinobu. Rank of character Knight (1dcool Sacred Points obtained: 49/100
She was going to drown if she didn't do something. That was the sole thought that Nellie had as she struggled and kicked while holding her breath but to no avail. Unable to free herself from the other woman's grasp yet already at her limit when it came to breath holding, she took a deep breath, half expecting to choke and cough as soon as the lake's water was sucked into her lungs, only to find that she was able to breathe despite being pulled underwater.
Finally allowing herself to relax and go along with what was happening around her, Nellie gave a sigh and nodded at the questions that were whispered to her. When the time comes eventually for her to leave this world, will she regain the memories she had offered upon her pledging to become a knight and remember who she was as well as others like Cain who were dear to her? She really hoped so for she didn't know what to think or feel about the memories that were being shown to her at the bottom of the lake.
Curiosity piqued, she stretched a hand out to the wisp that was nearest to her...
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Was she afflicted with some sort of ailment?
Nellie frowned at the thought, staring into the horizon as she lifted a hand to rest it upon her chest. Her heart had been beating rapidly ever since Cain dropped by her quarters to ask if she would like to join him for dinner later. Cain who always had a smile for her and treated her kindly despite the odd way with which she spoke since surviving the massacre of her village.
This was so very odd indeed. Her cheeks were flushed almost as if she was running a fever but she didn't feel the slightest bit unwell at all. Perhaps she ought to talk to Cain about it later. He would know how to handle this. Or at least point her to someone who could.
Yup. She would do exactly that.
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My character's name: Nellie Fenette Character's journal link:Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Her hair is long and mahogany in colour, secured in a ponytail. Her eyes blue-grey. She is usually decked in light armour, preferring to pick at her enemies from afar with her longbow, only resorting to close combat if absolutely necessary. Rank of character Knight
Caoin stepped forward a bit hesitantly and took hold of the branch held out and when she did so a path opened. It seemed a little eerie for a path to appear out of no where as it had, but then again, so too was a lady appearing out of water. She shrugged slightly and stepped onto the path, walking slowly down it.
All around her rose whisps as delicate as spider silk, trembling in the air. They seemed to call to her in a way she had never felt before. In her mind she heard the siren song of a voice, asking her if she felt she deserved to rest. Joining those lost before, those who were waiting. Inside of her feelings welled and ebbed with the call of the voice, and the movement of the whisps around her.
Rest, it would feel so good about now. So much had happened. She sighed and kept moving, her arm brushing one of the threads...
"Caoineadh what are you doing out there?"
Her head snapped up and she glanced around, pushing something behind her fast. 'No-nothing lord father." She felt guilty but she had to keep him from seeing what she was hiding.
"Are you lying to me?" His stern figure stepped into view, hands on his hips and his eyes narrowed. He had to know... or did he?
Caoin shook her head and gave a false smile. "No Lord Father I would not do that..." Ugh, she hated lying to him, but this had to be done.
Shrugging a bit he stepped away, turning his back on her for a moment. "Good, when you are done you are needed in the bower... company is coming."
"Yes Lord Father.." She bowed slightly as he walked away, then turned back to what she had hidden. A small child was kneeling on the ground, her father would have tossed the poor kid onto the streets, away from the only help she could find. Her weak form was bowed over as she hugged her chest. "Shh.. its okay, he is gone.. tell me what happened again."
Stammering softly the child told her of the way she had been beaten by her parents.. how she needed help. Caoin nodded and clenched her fists. "Help you shall have, I will keep you safe.. I vow it."
The memory hung there for a moment, then popped like a soap bubble, leaving her feeling a bit dazed. Something had happened... no, no nothing it had to be a moment of weakness..
She continued on the path, before ending up standing in the cabin.. Strange..
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My character's name: Caoineadh Character's journal link:Journal]http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?page=1&t=24689197#372113957]Journal BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2015 2:37 pm
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15: Confusion
Water was the bringer of memories -- Julian knew that even before he fell into the line, even before it was his turn and the tips of his toes dipped into the pool. It meant that he was prepared, in a way: could draw in a deep, slow breath and close his eyes, so that the transition from now until then wasn't quite so strong. It meant he could be braced for the emotions that might come with the experience.
Theoretically. Except --
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This memory is in the monastery, in the cool heart of the central stone building, with the distant, musty smell of books not too far off. Julian is, ostensibly, working: he has the original to his left, and a fresh manuscript in front of him, and he is well into the act of duplicating the careful lines of text from one to the other, but at this moment in time, he has stopped writing in favor of settling his chin into his palm and watching as Ray, animated, explains something to a newcomer who looks lost and confused and, thoroughly, overwhelmed.
Julian can understand, to a degree. Ray, with the spectacles low on his nose and just a hint of grey at the temples, is thoroughly and completely confusing to him as well. When the man starts to speak, it's hard for Julian to focus on anything else: he has to put his pen down and track the movement of his lips with dark eyes.
He flushes, just faintly. Dips his head. Watches through a light, pale fringe of hair as Ray gestures with one hand, curt and direct, and yes, he is confused, a kind of confusion that he can't thoroughly explore right now but that, perhaps, he can discuss with someone after the candles have been snuffed, in the quiet solitude of night's darkness --
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Back to himself, and Julian blew out a faint breath. The memory lingered only a moment before it melted away, leaving a faint blush in its wake.
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My character's name: Julian "Ever" Ambrodiel Character's journal link:Journal BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Slim, slight, tall, gawky and awkward, with a sloppy shock of pale hair, he is not an intimidating figure and perhaps a strange choice for a Knight. His preference would have been something more scholarly, somewhere he could keep his head down and bite a tongue that has a tendency to get him in trouble, especially with his betters. Rank of character Knight. Sacred Points obtained: 25/100
Bouncing around in the line left Ollie fidgety and floundering, breathless and just a little bit angry -- because for all that he had played nice, the fact that they'd chosen someone else to be the Great Knight and not him had hurt something fierce. He was too young to really understand how ill-suited he was to the position, how poorly he would do given the power, how off his dream of the job had been.
He went into the pool sour-faced and tense, scowling fiercely as he reached out toward one of the wisps. His expression was almost a challenge.
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Youth is his great [and likely eternal] flaw, not that Ollie is aware of it. In this memory, he is very young, a child still swaddled, still toddling instead of walking, chubby-legged and round-faced and unable to speak. He sits out back their cabin, mud-splattered and humming nonsensical syllables, comfortably settled by the sound of the household working behind him. Mother cooks, something sizzling satisfyingly on the stove, a smell that wafts over him and away into the woods.
Ollie, however, at this age, is more interested in the bounty in front of him than the promise of a proper dinner. He has been digging as he hums, almost elbow-deep in dirt and with a handful of wriggling worms by his toes. At this age, he doesn't worry about the urge that compels him to pick up one of the squirming creatures and pop it into his mouth, isn't concerned with his delight in the way the little creature pops between his teeth. Instead he hums happily, cheerfully, reaching for a second without even pausing to consider.
No. It's his sister who watches in horror and who screams, once, just loud enough to bring Mother running, as he devours the second bug.
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My character's name: Oliatos AKA Ollie Character's journal link:Journal BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Dark-skinned and overly energetic, all Ollie wants to do is make himself useful to the cause, whatever cause it is that adopts him. He is kinetic, fond of physical activities and new experiences, with a boundless curiosity that gets annoying and fast. Rank of character Knight. Sacred Points obtained: 20/100
The lack of reflection from the water is a bit unnerving for Verusha, who squints even a little to see if maybe that might help the matter... of course, it wouldn't. There was no way to see any sign of his presence in the liquid, besides the ripples that pooled out from around him. But as he continued looking on, he was stopped and a little startled by the sight of... a woman? underneath the water. Instantly, he thought maybe the person was drowning! but upon watching them further, they seem... fine, if not nymph like. Swimming around as if they'd lived there all their life. What he wasn't expecting was to be yanked down into the sudden depths though, a surprised sound uttering from him before he was taken under.
Panic was an instant, and natural reaction, holding his breath as long as possible, until his lungs burned. This was it... so this was how he was going to die in all this madness? What a pitiful way to go.
Yet that didn't seem to be the case, when he started to 'breathe'. Inhaling, and expecting a lungful of water, he was instead greeted with... normal breaths. It was like normal. Mystified, and finding the situation to actually be pretty cool, Verusha watched the mystical creature swim around him, listening to the words it spoke. Tired? Well sure. A nap sounded nice... but there didn't seem like any time to do something so basic as that.
Pondering such a plain, and vanilla question, images started to flash into his mind again. Like before....
Ones of... a man, and a woman, grown adults, at that. Parents... How did he know this? He wasn't sure. He just knew. They looked so stern, and serious, matching their monotone attire and looks.. no colour to be seen. No happiness, or joy. And all they did is shake their head. He could hear someone talking, almost pleading, trying to make a case... but all the two looming parents did was decline before even hearing it out. Brows were drawn tightly, furrowed so deep it would surely leave lines behind. A surge of frustration, and desperation could be felt swelling in his chest.
It was like they couldn't listen. Or hear... or they couldn't seem to understand.
Why?
Why did this seem so familiar? So common... as though he'd had this experience dozens upon dozens of times?
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My character's name: Verusha Character's journal link:here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERexcept a guy Rank of character knight Sacred Points obtained: 15/100
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