Tracian Empire wrote:Somewhere in Achisia
A field of death
The evening before the Night of the Bloody Moons
As soon as Julie started speaking.. Celio's smile slowly disappeared, leaving only the hollowness in his eyes.. and the despair. The black haired boy remained completely silent as the brunette girl told him all of these things, as she took yet another step, taking his wounded army into her hand..but he didn't seem to be listening to her, his dead eyes fixated on something in the distance, on something that clearly wasn't there. She tried to heal his wounds, but she couldn't do everything.. the boy had cut his arms again and again, in a desperate frenzy to get more blood for the magical ritual that he was trying to initiate..and that knife, the knife in his hand... there was something.. there was something off about it.. it seemed.. it seemed to be wrong, somehow, and Julie could certainly feel it. And she looked back at him, to meet his lifeless gaze...Celio just dropped it, the dark knife falling down. "Some of those scars.. they.. they disappeared..back when I was.. in that prison.. it's.. not right... I have to.. I have to remind myself..that you need pain.. you need pain to dominate.. the magic.. to bind it.. to your will.."
And then, the crimson eyed boy just.. fell on his knees, on the blood covered ground, staining his black clothes, as red tears started to roll down his cheeks again. "It's not right.. death his horrible.. no one.. no one wants to die.. no one wants to leave this world..b-being under the rule of those c-cruel gods.. it's not fair.. it's not right.. I will.. I can set them free.. I know that.. they're not happy.. you can't feel it.. but I can.. their screams, all of the pain, the suffering, the eternal torture, the pain..how can you not hear it? How can you not feel it? They're screaming and screaming and begging for me to help them to save them, all of them, everywhere.. I can't.. I can't stay in silence anymore, death is everyone, and I can feel it all..they know me, I was here when they died, I know it, and they're asking me, they're beginning.. I have to.. I have to help them.."
Sobbing, the black haired boy covered his ears with his hands, as blood still continued to drip from the cuts.."Just end it.. end it all.."
And then.. Celio looked directly at Julie.. and she could just see as he turned even more pale than he already was. "I don't.. I don't want.. to die..", he whispered, his voice still strained by pain. "They're all dead.. we were too late.. and it's all my fault.. they killed them.. one by one...I can smell it.. the death.. the blood..I couldn't do anything.. all of it was in vain.. but.... please.. I don't want.." Involuntarily, Celio wrapped his hands around the metallic collar around his neck, as if he wanted to remove it..before he hesitantly touched the scar behind it. "I don't want.. to die.."
As Celio's smile disappeared, Julie's heart ached. He was silent, looking to something in the distant that simply wasn't there, giving him the appearance of being...vacant. Like she wasn't standing in front of him at that moment. As he dropped the knife out of his hand, Julie took his hands in hers instead; she thought it might be better, that way he wouldn't be as tempted to pick up that odd...knife again. He mentioned that some of his scars had disappeared when he was in prison, that it wasn't right, that he had to remind himself that he needed the pain to control his magic... "That was me..!" She told him softly, urgently, holding his hands in hers as she desperately looked for some hint of emotion in his dead eyes. She seemed pleading; desperate. "I didn't want you to keep carrying those scars...I wanted to help you, so I...I healed your arms...you may need pain...but you don't need those marks to remind you of that..."
As he fell to his knees, the girl immediately followed, still holding his hands as she rested her own knees in the bloody ground, her eyes still urgently searching his expression, worried as the blood red tears began to run down his stained face again. He explained that death was horrible, that no one wanted to die, that no one wanted to be under the rule of the cruel gods...that it wasn't fair, wasn't right, that he could set them free...that he knew they weren't happy, that he could feel their pain, their suffering. She listened intently as he talked, taking the time to carefully wipe some of the pained tears from his cheeks with her white sleeves, now stained and dirty. She didn't care, though. He continued, wondering how she couldn't feel it or hear it, that they were screaming and begging him to help, to save them, that he couldn't stay in silence anymore...that they knew he was there when they died, and that he had to help them...
And as he sobbed, covering his ears with his hands, the blood still leaking from the cuts she couldn't fix, he wanted to end it all...and he looked to her, paler than he had been, whispering that he didn't want to die. Her heart sunk. He spoke that they were all dead, that they were too late, that it was his fault...that he couldn't do anything as they were all picked off, that it was all in vain...he spoke that he didn't want something...and she watched as he pulled at the collar around his neck, enough for her to see the thick, ugly scar around his neck as he touched it, talking that he didn't want to die. Her brow furrowed with care, worry, sympathy, and she pulled him to her, into a tight hug.
"You aren't going to die..." She told him softly, gently holding a hand against the back of his head as she held him close. "I won't let them hurt you...not again..." She whispered, closing her eyes as she tried to give him some sort of comfort, anything she could just to make him feel better. "I'm...so sorry I didn't come sooner...I didn't want to leave you...I wanted to...to save you, to help you, but they...they were too powerful..." She hugged him tighter, tears prickling her own eyes. "They said things about you...they told me I shouldn't put my faith in you, that you were a horrible person, but I...I don't believe it, none of it...I know you're good, I know you have good intentions...I'm so sorry you can feel that pain, that sorrow, that you can hear their screaming...we can leave this place..." She told him softly, still holding him closely, desperately, trying to give him all of the comfort and kindness that she really could. "It will go away if we leave...we can forget all of this...none of this was your fault..."
Gently, she let him go, instead looking to the cuts on his arms. Without much of another word, she forcefully ripped a portion of her cloak off, tearing it into makeshift bandages as she wrapped his damaged arms in them. As she did, clear, hot tears began to run down her cheeks. "...I should've never let you out of my sight...they've hurt you...all of them..." She sniffled, her hands shaking as she wrapped his arms up in the bandages. "...I'm so sorry I let you down...I promise...I promise I won't let any of them hurt you anymore...not now, not tomorrow, not ever..." She looked up to meet his own teary eyes, a wobbly smile on her face. "...please, let's leave this place, forget the pain and sorrow...we can be happy...you can be happy...you just...you have to trust me this time..."
Tracian Empire wrote:A forest
Northern Wyzkia
A few days after the Battle of Kroikoy
The little deity just looked at Alina for a few good moments with his empty black eyes...as if he had no idea what to do next.. it was clear that the girl's sudden reaction had indeed surprised him, even if just a little. Rafal on the other hand...well, saying that he was shocked would have severely underestimated just how horrible he was feeling in that very moment. The green eyed boy looked at Alina, opening his mouth as if he had wanted to say something.. but he remained quiet. What could he even say, faced with something like this? What could you even say, when someone that you cared about is ready to die just so that you could survive? And what could you think when as a soon to be knight, believing in the ideal of sacrificing yourself for others.. the girl that you wanted to protect would try to sacrifice herself for you?
But luckily for everyone involved, right before Rafal would have probably tried to desperately fight back or something, which would have clearly meant that his life would have ended right there and then, Morgan answered the little deity's question..and as the weird newcomer was speaking, the small boy finally let go of Rafal's hand, turning around to look directly at poor Morgan. The deity didn't say anything, as he just listened, clearly a little bit intrigued by everything that he was hearing.. and when Morgan finally stopped.. he just giggled.
"After I've been cast out? Oh, you humans, always believing that you know everything...when will your race finally understand that things aren't always as they seem.. but oh well..it's not like I would share the secrets of the world with someone like you, Morgan.", the boy told the Achisian mage, his voice becoming colder and more serious with each of the words that the deity was saying, in the same dialect and accent of Muddy Thyrian as before. But this time, weirdly enough.. all the other three persons who were there with them were suddenly able to understand it. "But still.. I like how you think, mage of the flame and the snake. The world has been too boring for the past few.. how do you humans call it.. years? Playing around directly with mortals can be fun.. but being surprised by them and their actions would be even more interesting. So no one will die here.. and I will just let you all go away.. I'm magnanimous, am I not?"
And the deity giggled around, turning around to face the clearly horrified Alina. "My apologies for scaring you like that.. I wouldn't have killed the poor knight anyway, he's far too funny to watch.. and you shouldn't have been afraid by little bet with the snake mage anyway...being my slave is not such a cruel fate as it might seem to be..but oh well. I have given you the powers that you need now, and if you will ever need by help, don't be afraid to ask.." The boy took a step back, clearly smirking beneath his mask of bone. "Unlike others, I actually listen to prayers.. and it's a shame that humans always forget about me, sooner or later.."
And then, the boy literally turned into black smoke, which quickly disappeared in the air.. leaving them alone. In a rather awkward silence, for a few moments..but Rafal was the first to say something. "Why.. why did you do that, Alina?", he asked in a low voice. "Why.. why would you do that? Why would you put yourself in danger.. for me? You shouldn't die.. you can't die.. and.."
But the boy never managed to finish what he had started to say, as he was interrupted by a scream from somewhere above them..one that Rafal knew all too well. A griffin. And sure enough, if any of them would have also looked to the sky, they would have quickly noticed a small group of paladins riding on their griffins. And not before long, from behind them, they were able to hear the sounds of horses and men. And as they turned around, they noticed a group of knights riding towards them, dark red and white flags with griffins bound to their lances, fluttering in the air.. and on a lance longer than all others, the two griffins of Wyzkia, each of them crowned. The group stopped in front of them, as the knights calmed down their horses, while a few of them broke off from the main group, allowing Rafal, Morgan, Alina and Wulf to see an old man in a silver armor. With ashen hair, a long gray beard, and dark blue eyes.. and a crimson crown on his head.
Without losing a moment, Rafal picked up his jagged sword from the ground where it had fallen, taking a step forward before he fell down on one knee, tightly gripping the sword's handle with both of his hands and holding it in front of his chest as he looked down, in silence. The man was old, and he looked to be weak.. but there was a strength in his eyes that simply imposed respect. Without saying anything, the old man looked at Rafal for a few moments.. before he looked directly at the others, one by one... the moments passing in an excruciating silence.
Wulf could only really stand by in fear as the whole ordeal went down, still terrified, unsure, and embarrassed about his state-of-being. The little deity spoke of never returning, atleast for now, but Wulf was terrified of the idea that it could be far from the truth. What would happen the next time? Would he kill one of them? Who knew if they could ever truly be safe after that? He was shocked, shaking, standing in silence as the others began to speak. All of this...this drama, this horror...it wasn't what he expected. It wasn't what he planned for when he left the orphanage. It made him want to go back, back to the life he had, to his friend, the women that cared for him...he wanted to be...home...
And it was perhaps then that a loud, horrible scream filled the air, causing Wulf to jump slightly, and as he looked to the sky, he found that they were griffins...and then, the sound of knights and men approaching. He was struck with fear once more, wondering if they were, in fact, coming for him...he was a bit of a thief in more than one city, after all...but it seemed that they didn't really care for him...and as the knights parted, a man with gray hair and a beard, armor, and a crown came into view. He watched as Rafal picked up his sword and bowed, and Wulf almost seemed to quiver as the old man looked intently at each of them...
He shivered, keeping his gaze to the grass as the king looked to them. He felt someone as lowly and no-named as he had no right in meeting the eyes of a king...especially in the state he was in. Yet it wasn’t but a moment that he raised his gaze again as a distressed neighing filled the air, and Wulf turned to find that it was, in fact, coming from Jakob. The commotion was too much for the horse, as it worriedly stamped its hooves into the dirt, wildly swinging his tail before...he bolted. Wulf gasped, wide eyed as he watched the horse turn tail and run for the woods with another neigh. Without a word, without a second thought, Wulf bolted after the horse at full speed, not caring that he was rudely leaving the presence of a king in the process. He couldn’t let him get away...he couldn’t lose his friend again...he...couldn’t or didn’t want to go through that again. Not again, not again, not again...