Voss
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Confidence is not 'They will like me'. Confidence is I'll be fine if they don't.
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Post by Voss on Feb 18, 2019 13:13:12 GMT -5
Crevan would smile looking down at Sarah"Evening my Scion." He whispered softly seeing how Tempest entered the room not being able to look at him he would chuckle softly. She had rushed into the room playing with the bag. Crevan kept his features in a smile." Well, I am glad that you offered her a place to sleep. " He said softly.
His mind was turning though with her offering so readily to sleep next to him when he remembered she slept on the floor refusing to even lay next to him. He was about to offer to stay awake while they slept but he figured that sounded a little creepy so he refrained from doing so.
Tempest set her bag next to the bed she would be sleeping on, as silence fell on the room for a moment before Crevan took a breath to speak." I am happy that you are safe." He said looking to Tempest then to Sarah. " I sure the weather will pass." He tried to make it sound as if he meant for the presence. He was actually speaking about her being living instead of parished as he had thought when she was a baby. That would be forever memory of how horrible a father he is, and nothing he could do to change the space of her life and his.
Tempest merely nodded to his statement she wasn't afraid of him she just didn't know what to say to him. After her outburst, she doubted he wanted to hear what she had to say. Yet here he was being kind, it just made her feel awkward figuring that this was not the normal reaction of an adult parent. " Thank you for letting me stay in here ." She finally said thinking at least the simple niceties should be said. She hoped that she did not make it awkward around them.
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In the distance a swirling mass of water and debris could be seen swirling into a large hurricane like weather, some the crew became hysterical as others worked twice as hard to turn the ship so they would be sailing away from it. THough the pattern was unseen of its path the panic on the deck had some holding their rosary and praying while others spoke to their spirit gods.
Each Sailor doing their own prayer as they worked each time they turned the ship it seemed the twisting wind and water was following them. It was something that meant sure death for those aboard.
The captain was now ordering them to pump the water out of the lower decks and to use buckets if it wasn't enough. The scramble to do all the could keep from sinking was a real threat with the large tossing waves.
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Post by Thea on Feb 19, 2019 20:54:45 GMT -5
No, Sarah normally wouldn't have offered to sleep by Crevan. If this were any normal circumstance, and if there wasn't a spare bed, then she would have slept on the floor. But there were a few obvious things that made sleeping on the floor nearly impossible for her.
One, there was a storm happening right now, with rains so hard that it's coming down to the lower deck. What if it got in the cabins? She didn't want to wake up wet.
Two, she didn't want for Tempest to believe her father was so cruel as to have his Scion sleep on the floor. While she didn't believe that there would be a sweet little father-daughter moment for the two (after all, she hasn't had one of those with Felicity) it wouldn't be the best if Tempest believed that Crevan was mean.
Three, she just didn't feel like sleeping on floors. Those few times in the tent was enough for her.
"I hope it does," Sarah responded to her master, sighing a little bit while she placed her pack at the end of the other bed and sat down next to it. Sarah did take it as Crevan speaking of the present, still nervous from the thunder storm and the swaying of the boat.
"You're welcome!" Sarah responded. Maybe something that Crevan should have said, because if Crevan had said no things would have been a lot more complicated. Then she looked to her master once more and asked, "How long until we arrive, Master?"
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Voss
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Confidence is not 'They will like me'. Confidence is I'll be fine if they don't.
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Post by Voss on Feb 21, 2019 20:17:26 GMT -5
Crevan watched Tempest lay down on the bed and watch Sarah, the young woman his daughter had become seemed very tired. Though she seemed to be fighting sleep, " It should be in the middle of the night sometimes if not in the morning. Though with the storm it might take longer having to go around the storm." He would move slowly around the cabin blowing out all the candles but one. TUrn the bed sheet back for Sarah as he would go over a few more papers.
" You worried about the weather?" He asked seeing Tempest merely nod her head as if he had been talking to her. She was having a hard time keeping her eyes open they were opening and closing slowly. He could not help but smile at the way she was being, though he returned his full attention to Sarah.
The boat is being tossed about coming close to the sand bars to the island that are littered with rocks underneath the water. The boat moving off its normal entry point hits the shallow sand bar with rocks tossing the ship. The wood shattering at the bast making the boat leak taking on massive amounts of water as its sent into the deeper ocean again by the gusts.
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Post by Thea on Feb 21, 2019 21:29:47 GMT -5
Sarah gave Crevan a smile, this time small and thankful. She figured if she fell asleep through the storm it would be okay in the end. She didn't take her boots off - not yet - and watched Crevan walk around the cabin with such grace that she couldn't help but be a tad jealous of.
How in the world could a giant man, tall in stature and broad-shouldered like Crevan, could even move without even so much as a stumble against the boat's rocking? She knew that she was possibly obsessed with her master, but could one really blame her? He was a rather handsome man, with his caramel-colored hair and the vibrant eyes that foretold his royal blood. But she didn't see the royalty. She saw the person beneath. The man that was tough on his soldiers, but felt that he wasn't cruel to them. The one who could have told Tempest no tonight, but didn't.
And she was so glad for that. That of all the people she could have been with at this very moment, all the situations she probably would have found herself in. She was so glad for King Damien when he bought her, even if he didn't have the best intentions. Because if it wasn't for him, she wouldn't be with General Crevan today.
Before she could get caught staring, she looked to Tempest and took a deep breath of relief; Tempest didn't seem to have such a rough time with the storm now. "Yes, a little bit," Sarah answered the general. "I haven't been on a ship before. It's bad enough that I can't stand thunder."
It was then, as soon as she said that, that everything went to shit.
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Cardinal did all he could.
He swore he did. His duty was to Sarah, and Sarah was on this ship. This was the closest he could get to her without anyone really knowing or suspecting anything. And while Sarah doesn't remember him, he was glad that she was still alive and well, vowing that he could do all in his power to keep it that way.
But as he watched the ship, now invisible to the naked eye in the stairway to the lower decks, crash because the storm, all he could do is wait this out. ***Time Skip***
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Voss
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Post by Voss on Feb 23, 2019 22:51:31 GMT -5
Day breaking through the tropical tree's hit metal in the sand on the crossing beaches, the ships hull was broken apart along the rocks along the shore. Some of the crew floated face down in the water, the captain among them. In the water-metal shined along with a dark black cloak, it brushed against the small rocks along the short like a floating piece of driftwood. Tempest sat up coughing up water breathing hard till she vomited up sea water along with coughing up more. She screamed looking around her crying hard that all stopped when her eyes met the armor in the water. " Father?" It was barely above a whisper. She would get up tripping over seaweed and drift would sliding and falling in the sand.
Shadow's moving in the forest listened and watched as she screamed loudly as she waded into the water. When she reached a deep spot she went under the rolling waves, she gasped for air coming up once before bouncing down to push back. She would scream again with all her might." Father!!!" She ran into the waves once more sputtering trying to swim to him, failing as her limbs became tired. A sudden fear yet acceptance was that she was going to drown if she kept trying. She barely made it ashore before she was too weak to move from all the trying and the emotion that had sunk her. The world came dark to her but not before seeing a shadow standing over her.
"Avaḷuṭaṉ cēruṅkaḷ." (Gather her.) An old woman stood with staff over the girl as two men took her up on a cloth to carry her. " Asvi nīril iruntu maṉitaṉai iḻukkiṟār." (Asvi pull the man from the water.) A young woman set apart from the rest raised her hand and instead of the armor being pulled from the water she parted it around him. It seemed to displease the older woman who merely shook her head and motioned for the rest of the men to retrieve the large man.
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Adisa shot up looking around her seeing a watered down Anya sitting on a rock holding her pack limply in her hand. Not seeing the prince she would scramble to her feet moving to her." Where is he?" She said in an even voice, she would hear a sniffle and a clearing of Anya's throat. She thought she heard her say something but she wasn't sure, moving to her she would grab her turning her. " Where is he!?!" She saw the tears on her face. Adisa looked around frantically as tears started to fill her eyes. " I fucking asked you where he is??!?!?!?!" She shook her hard till Anya screamed at her." I don't fucking know. I don't know where anyone is you, stupid bitch!!" Showing her as she stood up the fire in her eyes. " Do you think if I fucking knew I would waste my time waiting on your dumb ass to wake the fuck up for hours?"
Anya brushed past her bumping her shoulder against her as she walked along the beach, it seemed she was going to go searching. Those that had perished in her area were buried already, graves marked with their names and keepsakes in a magical bubble. Adisa felt her heart sink wondering if they would find the prince this way. Anay stopped half way down the beach. " Are you fucking coming?" She did not bother to turn round. Adisa stood for a moment before walking towards her. " What makes you think it's not the other way? " Her voice was dangerously terse. Anya laughed with an ounce of humor in it."Because while you slept on the beach lucky I pulled you from the water first." She said turning to her the same fire burning brighter. " As others drowned screaming for help, while I took the time to get you breathing again. " She looked her up and down." Let us just say I had time to go the other way. To see no one along that end of the fucking shore." She whispered around and walked off. Adisa was slow to follow not saying a word.
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Screaming was heard outside his cabin," What the hell was that?" He asked Adisa until he saw the water come up under his door."Shit. Come on!!" Adisa would move off him from the snuggling he was allowing her so she would stop crying. They dressed with magic before grabbing their packs and heading out the door. Seeing people climbing above deck. He seemed to panic as he saw those trying to get the dingy's to lower. Some trying to jump ship to swim ashore, it was a madhouse. " Sarah?!" He looked around thinking he had caught a glimpse of her till the ship hit another rock and sent him flying into the ship railing cracking his ribs.
Adisa screamed as she was thrown from the ship completely."General!?!?!" He roared loudly for him, wanting to know what was going on. Though he already knew the answer, fear was taken over his senses. Shoving it aside after losing it briefly he would attend to those needing help trying to lower the dingy, but when the second time the ship hit a rock he was thrown from it into the water. As he tried to stay afloat gasping for air panic set in. The world was going dark when he felt someone grab his hand, then the world was lost to him.
Jolting upright gasping for air on another part of the shore, he seemed to be in a bay. Least of the ship was here his breath was clear. He assumed it was from the reliving that moment is what made him gasp. He could not remember who it was that had saved him, he did not move however from his spot right away. He felt his forehead feeling something over what he assumed was a cut. He frowned looking around before he stood, seeing footprints in the sand he would sniff the air smelling her blood. His eyes became more cat-like as he took a deep breath, " Sarah?!" He called out catching a hint of burning wood. It was on the cove bay of the small island, he knew right away this was the wrong island. The one they were never supposed to go to because of some legend. Who had heard horror stories about this legend, and if any survivors were left they were in danger.
He had checked himself quickly knowing he had not picked up his swords thinking they might be at the bottom of the ocean. He was shocked to feel them though when he looked down he smiled and closed his eyes. He had snuck them aboard before others arrived stashing them, he was a boy scout and was always prepared. He set off towards the smells with a purpose his hand resting on his Wakizashi Indignation. Being prepared to unleash the need to feed the need for his lust of blood. He figured it was a luring trap. He was clouded by his mind of panic hours before.
Alister watched him from a distance in the water part of his arm charred along with the rest of him. It was taking longer to heal each time he went onto the protected island, he couldn't even assist crevan to shore. He knew that he would have wanted Sarah saved first, by the time he had gotten to him he found himself unable to enter the island again. The magic trick here from the old wise ones, if he lost his soul here among them he would be very upset. For now, he would watch over Sarah from afar and recuperate. He knew she would be saved once the prince found her asleep by the fire.
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Post by Thea on Feb 24, 2019 4:10:43 GMT -5
Sarah found herself in that same field of sunlit flowers that she had been in a few nights prior. Instead of Aideen being there, three beings stood before her. All different, yet Sarah knew there was a commonality between them.
"We are you," one of them said. A dragon, whose skin was as blue as cloudless summer sky. Her horns had no curve, sticking straight up like stoic sentinels. Down her back were imposing spikes, except for one spot behind her shoulders. Sarah looked up to meet the winged lizard's violet gaze. It actually hurt her neck, for the beast was tall, and her stature was so straight it gave off the impression that she was taller than what she actually was. She was surprised that she had understood what was said; they weren't spoken in English, the only language she knew fluently. Instead, the dragon spoke in a dialect of growls and harsh vocalizations.
"Me?" Sarah asked finally, looking to the second being. At first glance, she thought she was human. The girl, who looked about the same age as her, had long, golden hair that cascaded down her back, with equally golden eyes and a slight dusting of freckles across her nose. At second glace, she thought the girl standing directly in front of her was Aranel. But then she truly looked. This wasn't Aranel. "What do you mean, me?"
"We are you, just in parts," the second being stated. Her voice was that of a leader's. Strong-willed and fair are the first two words that came to her mind. Impressions of a crown and scepter came to her mind, ruby-studded and capable of even making the worst of people respect such power. Then a steel sword came next, the hilt embedded with the same precious stones, the blood that was drawn with the weapon the same color as them. The same pair of eyes that gazed at Sarah glimmered in the reflective surface before everything ... stopped coming to her.
"Just like you are us, Sarah," said the third being. Her hair was white as snow. The same shade of snow that was the Unseelie Queen's. There was an ancient feel about her as she stood in a flowing gown embroidered in gold and silver. The neckline plunged low in a U-shape, revealing surprising ample breasts. Her ears were like Sarah's, she found out. Was she a faerie? "But you simply represent us as a whole." Like the dragon, the pale woman spoke in a language Sarah shouldn't have been able to understand. The only difference was that the language reminded her of tinkling bells and wind chimes on a breezy Sunday morning. There was a cold edge to it though, seemingly emotionless.
"I don't understand."
"You don't have to," the middle being replied, her chin raised a bit as she swept a lock of that thick gold she called hair behind her shoulder. "At least not right now. We are are soul, split into three different parts. The dragon, the witch, the fae. We make up what you are, but there is something more to you. Something that holds you back from us."
"Am I supposed to read your mind to find out what that is?" She suddenly became very angry. A heat rose up in her throat, something that she hasn't felt since her birthday ball. "Besides, what if I didn't want to let go of it? I'm perfectly fine with how my life is right now, and I don't want that messed up."
Wait ... why did she go off like that? As if what was implied would change her life for the third time in a row? Yes, she was comfortable with her place in the Isles. And she had just become comfortable after what felt like forever. She actually had a best friend to confide to over just about anything. She felt herself becoming a little more confident with herself a little each day. She was no longer afraid of her master and even looked forward to being in his company. She found herself looking forward to studies with the queen and Felicity. And she actually didn't blush every single time Julian was around.
There was a deep-seated ball of iron in her belly. A foreboding that if what the leader-woman said was true - something that held the three back from Sarah or vice versa were to ever be broken or taken or loosened would end up finding herself walking down a new path. A path that she was uncomfortable and even afraid of.
"This is inevitable," the dragon said, small clouds of smoke coming from her mouth and nostrils as she lowered her head and met Sarah's gaze at her level. "The night you switched those two souls with the intention of starting over in our master's wife's steps, you woke us up. Brought us forward. Whatever tie that holds us together is breaking."
"Do not scare her," the faerie reprimanded, shooting an icy glare at the dragon over the middle woman's head. Of the three of them, the middle woman was the shortest. "We will already have a difficult time as it is right at this moment."
Before Sarah could stamp her foot at the riddle-like words the three people were uttering, she heard her name being called. All four females stopped, listening as Julian's voice pierced the air.
"It is time to depart." The middle woman brought two fingers to her mouth before reaching forward and closing the distance between her and Sarah. "Until the next time." Then those two fingers pressed against Sarah's forehead, zapping her right between the brows. "Awaken."
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Sarah woke with a start, as she has been the past few days.
Pain brought her to a sitting position though, her left shoulder throbbing to the beat of her heart. Her heart itself was beating fast, like it was in a marathon. She took a deep breath in, whimpering, smelling the crackling fire that she woke up to. Her right hand went to her shoulder, then pulled back when she felt something sticky.
Blood.
It was then that everything from just a few hours ago came crashing down on her, crushing her, taking her breath away.
She looked up past her reddened fingers to a small figure in the distance. It took her a minute, not using her left arm to push her up to her knees. But once she was there, she tried focusing on the being that was coming to her. Was that ...?
"Prince Julian!" She suddenly found herself moving to her feet, stumbling and nearly falling at the head rush she felt. But she trudged on, determined to meet him.
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Voss
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Post by Voss on Feb 24, 2019 9:54:38 GMT -5
Julian was almost on the camp when he heard her, his footsteps became fast when he saw her moving about with a large amount of blood soaking her clothing. He was quick to make her stop moving." Yes, it is me. Calmly sit down please." He said his voice was slightly commanding but not harsh.
He would pick her up in his arms moving her back towards the fire, he imagined she opened the wound when moving because it looked as if she would have bled out if it had not clotted on its own or with help. Strange things had happened once they set foot on the soil, his own forehead had a left bandage. His healing powers had the cut gone before he had arrived, he had assumed that someone was watching over them.
" Do not move, I have to take a look at it. " He wondered if she had hit the rocks which had torn her skin and clothing. He smiled to her gently" Oh that doesn't look that bad." He said after he had set her down, moving to check the wound. " Now I need to reclean your wound. Did you do this your self?" He made note of the same leaflike bandage that had been sealed to her.
But when she had moved it tore letting the flesh be irritated to the point of bleeding again. He quickly looked around before smiling as she pulled his pack close to him, how he managed to have it with him was beyond him. He was not able to remember if he had brought it from the original spot he had come from. Or as if by magic it was on his shoulder now. He imagined the hit to his head had knocked him good, he motioned for her to stay there as he moved along the beach looking for anything to hold water so he could boil it.
He kicked something in the sand that was a pot, he quickly moved to the water rinsing it before picking up water. He moved back to the fire and set it on it, he sighed pulling a solution to wash her skin with. It was not as bad as he previously thought, gingerly dotting it with a cloth he had in his bag. " I am wondering if my bad luck has followed us." He motioned to the wreckage trying to make a joke to ease the moment. He would smile to her as he placed his hand over the wound. " Vulneratos carnem" (Heal the wounded flesh) He whispered as it began to seal up. " Can you tell me what you remember?" He wanted to make sure she wasn't forgetting things like him.
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Adisa slowly started to get angry now after walking for over an hour, she had fallen greatly behind Anya who was determined to find others alive. Adisa wasn't one to lie, she could give a fuck less about everyone else but the Prince. Now? She figured that she should have kept up with her more. She was just following the pair of footsteps along the beach that she figured was her's. Though when a second set seemed to lead from the forest, she immensely thought perhaps it was another person that had wrecked. She moved faster only coming to a stop when the tracks moved off into the forest again.
She saw Anya standing to look as if there was a wall where she stood, Adisa was about to snap at her till she saw it too. It was like a magical barrier was before them, she slowly walked up next to her." What is that?"She said calmly and evenly. Anya turned to look at her a grave expression." I do not know." The sound of her voice made Adisa gather a chill at the base of her spine going up. She saw the many dead bodies on the beach, " And there is nothing we can do?" Anya would shake her head. " I have been here a bit trying to take it down. I witnessed something just before you came."
Adisa frowned before taking her eyes off the despressing seen to lock eyes with her." What, what did you see?" She watched Anya gulp before smiling, though humor was not something that was behind it." I saw two men smother a man that had crawled ashore. They pushed his head into the sand to..."She shook her head her body trembling breifly. " Well to kill him. We are on the wrong island." Adisa felt the color drain from her face." You mean we are on ..." Adisa nodded." Yup. We are on what most call our ancesteral Island." Adisa closed her eyes." We are in deep shit." She said with a anxous laugh. Anya shook her head." Oh we are up the creek with out a paddle that is for sure."
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Tempest awoke in a hut made of bamboo and grass, she felt her stomach roll before she sat up quickly and vomited into a bucket. It looks as if she had been sick once before, she had not recalled it. Though now she felt as if she had not just been sick, looking around the small room that was cluttered with what looked like roots and leaves on a table with a pestal and mortor.
She imagined that it was used for healing herbs and the like, she had been reading a book on such a thing. But did not really know what was what yet. She slipped off the table walking out of the hut. She was taken aback by what she saw outside, a large area where several buildings such like hers were scattered around a stone one. It looked like a temple of sorts, yet she saw crevan bound by wood stripped of his armor and weapons.
He was also gagged as a old woman with a staff struck him several times which seemed to wake him. " Ah nīr veḷiyēṟṟappaṭṭa maṉitaṉ maṉitaṉ eḻuppiṉāṉ. Vāḻttukkaḷ maraṇam vāṅkupavar. Nīṅkaḷ iṟutiyāka eḻuntiruppatil makiḻcci aṭaikiṟēṉ. " (Ahh the water logged man has awoken. Greetings death bringer. I am glad that you finally wake.) His eyes focused on the woman breifly before they closed again. This made her sigh. " Avar taṇṇīriliruntu nōyuṟṟavarāka irukka vēṇṭum. Avarai aṅku ciṟitu nēram niṟutti viṭuvōm. Avar kaṭantuviṭṭārā allatu eñciyiruntārā eṉṟu pārppōm." (He must be sick from all the water. Let him hang there for awhile. We will see if he passed or remains.)
The old woman smiled when she finally saw Tempest. " Eṉ uṟaviṉariṉ nalla kālai kuḻantai. Nīṅkaḷ naṉṟāka ōyveṭuttiruppatāka nampukiṟēṉ?" (Good morning child of my kin. I trust you rested well?) For some reason Tempest could understand them, when her hand came up to play with her shirt her fingers bumped something. She looked down seeing a amulet.
"Eṉ uṟaviṉariṉ kuḻantai kavalaippaṭātē. Eccarikkaiyuṭaṉ irukkātīrkaḷ, atu eṉ vārttaikaḷaik kēṭṭu purintukoḷḷa utavukiṟatu. Avvaḷavu tāṉ." (Do not worry child of my kin. Do not be alarmed, it allows you to hear my words and understand. That is all.) She thumbed the little metal peice breifly before her fingers let it go to drop back to her chest. " I do not understand why you are treating him this way?" The old woman became stiff slightly before a smile creeped upon her face. " Inta?" (This?) The woman pointed at him before lettting out a cackle.
"Ō, itu oṉṟum illai. Itu mikavum mōcamāka irukkalām. Avar uṇmaiyil mikavum ciṟanta cikiccai peṟukiṟār piṉṉar avaratu vakaiyāṉa mikavum enta nērattilum irukkum. Āṉāl, avarkaḷ iṅku muḻu caktiyuṭaṉ iṅku vara virumpuvataip paṟṟit terintu koḷḷa vēṇṭum." (Oh, this is nothing. It could be far worse. He is actually receiving much better treatment then most of his kind would be at any time. But that is only because we need information on when they intend on comeing here in full force.) Appearntly she knew this woman was going what she called easy on him, only because if they tortured him now he might die. She could see the injuries that were still healing, she was concerned they had done something to make him heal slower.
Her knowlage was vast about all things in theory, but putting most of them to the test she was unaware about how things should go. This man was her father yet at the moment she felt distant to him, from the years of isolation inside a dream world. Only hellenia was there to guide her. Yet a part of her wanted to make sure he didnt parish," You do realize that man is my father?" The old woman seemed un surprised by this.
"Ām. Avar uṅkaḷ tantai eṉṟu eṉakku teriyum. Eṉ makaḷ avaṉatu maṉaivi." (Yes. I am very aware that he is your father. My daughter was his wife. ) She seemed to pause to let that sink in for a moment for the child. Tempest looked to her and felt her self ill again, the woman would smile it not of a happy one. She touched her shoulder while the child gagged having nothing left to releave the illness she felt. " Ataṉāltāṉ nīṅkaḷ avarai uṭaikka utavum. Oru vaḻi allatu vēṟu." (That is why you will help break him. One way or another.) Tempest felt her body go cold with the realization that the woman either wanted her to be the one to turtore her father. Or she would be the one to be tortured.
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Post by Thea on Feb 25, 2019 20:41:04 GMT -5
Had she been thinking, Sarah probably wouldn't have gotten up so quick.
In fact, she probably would have taken notice of her surroundings. How her own pack had been stuffed under her head like a pillow. How she did have a bandage herself. The very fact that she was sitting by a fire. These things would have been noticed by Sarah before she had people to worry about. Back when she was a part of a sex trafficking ring or possibly just shortly afterward during the first few weeks of her being on the Isles.
But she remembered every moment of the shipwreck. Her rushing out of the cabin just as soon as she saw water under the door after Tempest and her master. How on the deck she could barely see even one foot in front of her, yet tried her hardest to make sure that everyone was all right. Yes, even Adisa.
"Oh-" she was about to say something, but it ended up coming out as a squeak as Julian scooped her up in his arms. Her heart ended up skipping a beat, her breath catching in her throat. To feel more secure, her good arm wrapped around the prince's neck while the other rested on her stomach. She was fully aware of the warmth coming from being so close to Julian and she took note of how it felt. She glanced up briefly, taking in his handsome features. The dark purple-and-platinum flecks of his eyes. The brush of stubble across his face.
Sarah had to look away, down at her waterlogged pants, lest she get caught staring and be considered one of Julian's die-hard fans.
Her body felt colder than before when he set her down, especially in the places that he had held her at. Under her knees and back. Those places made her fully aware that her tunic and pants were still damp in some places. She lost her tie somewhere, so her hair was down and probably messy. She couldn't wait to detangle the mass.
Sarcasm.
She looked up to meet Julian's gaze, then to the green bandage on his forehead. "No. At least, I don't think so." She shook her head, taking in a deep shuddering breath. Nodding at his motion for her to stay there, she closed her eyes and focused on anything but the pain. It seemed as if that she and Julian were the only two people in the vicinity. Which brought her to the bond that she and General Crevan shared as Scion and Master. Her eyes closed briefly, trying not to panic. Usually she felt her master's emotions, but they have never really been too far from each other and she hasn't had the chance to explore or talk with Anya and Crevan to see if there was anything more to it than just feeling each other's emotions.
Before Julian came back, her good hand (still bloodied) pressed to the center of her chest, searching past the growing panic that she felt for any of Crevan's emotions.
There.
What she felt was fleeting, faint, as if they were on the phone with each other and the connection wasn't there, cutting in and out. Surely this island wasn't that big. Is it? There was something else that popped into her head. Something that she refused to believe. He wasn't dead, and that was that.
Her eyes opened again to see Julian coming back to her, and she lowered her hand from her heart. Subconsciously, she worried her lip and looked at the pot of water he sat on the fire and the cleaning solution he hadwarily. His attempt to lighten the mood worked briefly, and she rolled her eyes and chuckled. Had there been any normal circumstances, she wouldn't have ever rolled her eyes at him. Or at anyone really. "You mean mybad luck." She tried not to squirm at the discomfort the cleaning solution gave her on top of the pain, then visibly relaxed when she saw her freckled skin and the remains of the bandage again.
A memory of her birthday ball rushed back up to her. Precisely, the moment when she and Julian danced and she feared that he was going to drink from her. Then, there wasn't any blood that showed, despite the fair amount of skin showing. Now, she had been bleeding, but there wasn't so much as a hint of red in Julian's eyes. Which was good; she recalled one of the soldiers being punished because he drank from Anya. She didn't want that for Julian, and she didn't want Crevan angry.
She looked down, reaching behind her to move any errant hair strands from his view as he pressed his hand to the wound. She felt not only the warmth from his hand, but the magic as it stitched her skin together. It was a different feeling, for sure. But she didn't mind it. "Thank you," she murmured briefly when he pulled his hand back. Then she shrugged at his question. "I remember following Tempest and Master out of the cabin, not being able to see in front of me. Trying to get into one of those small boats that the ship had - what are those called? Anyway - I also remember trying to pull someone onto the boat with me." Her head shook, taking another deep breath in. "Then there was a wave that knocked me into the water. I'm surprised I surived."
While she spoke, her eyes went to the water, how it sparkled in the bright sun as if it didn't just wash her and Julian on this shore unceremoniously. But she looked to him and met his gaze. "Do you remember anything? What about everyone else?"
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Post by Voss on Mar 6, 2019 8:59:57 GMT -5
Anya would move away from the invisible force leading Adisa along it, " This has to mean that the prince is alive. " Adisa let out a relieved breath but frowned after a moment." How do you know it's not because of Sarah. " Anya's movement was quick to turn around to stare at her which in turn made Adisa go silent for a moment." What I meant was what if they are doing this to keep us from her? I mean for all we know the prince could be further in at a separate spot than us and her?"
Anya seemed to slowly calm as she turned back around following the wall." I imagine that could be true. Though I choose to be positive." They traveled slowly Adisa mumbling to herself, Anya was to focus on keeping her eye out for anything that could be able to kill them. That included those that lived on the island, she stopped and Adisa walked into the back of her grabbing on to her to keep from falling.
Anya pointed into the jungle a few paces from them, Adisa looked in that direction and saw something disappear into the leaves of ferns. Anya would move quickly that way Adisa separating from her to run along the other side. Both women would pull out tabs from their belt cracking the tab as magic would crackle in their hands, without having to use their own magic to swell the will in their hand it was done.
The stored magic sung loudly of lighting as the crackle of it sounded like a shrill siren, Adisa tossed one of the balls into the direction of the sound of the footsteps. Their direction changed having Adisa quickly slam her hand into the ground sending out the electricity, it knocked the ghosted figure to the ground. More footsteps could be heard coming towards Adisa. Anya lobbed her lightening scaring off whoever it was.
Anya slowly walked over to look down at a woman glaring up at Adisa who had her foot on her chest." Spying? " The woman remained silent as Adisa leaned down she would spit in her face. This caused Adisa to kick her in the face knocking her out." Bitch" She muttered before wiping her face off. Anya sighed pinching the bridge of her nose," You know we possibly could be related to some of them? " Adisa would smile shaking her head." No, I am the last of my bloodline my entire family was slaughtered save for my mother and father. At least that is what I was told." Anya immediately felt ill upon hearing that, she watched her walk away." I am going to go check to see if any more are hiding nearby."
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Tempest lost consciousness only to feel slick warmth drip on to her cheek, waking up below her father who seemed to be bleeding half in and out of awareness. Her vision was blurred and wavey as if she had been fed some drug, she tried to sit up only to fall over again. She could see blurred blobs moving around a light, the words she heard were deep sounding and distorted. Everything seemed in slow motion. It only seemed to speed up to normal time when someone in a mask got close to her blowing some dust into her face. She coughed moving from under her father covered in his blood, she breathed heavy as the dancing group laughed each was in a different mask dancing.
Tempest would look back to her father seeing his eyes open but dull looking, she would hear the old woman laugh as she held up a jar that was clear. "Nām avarkaḷiṉ potu uṅkaḷuṭaiya valimaiyai avarkaḷukku teriyappaṭuttuṅkaḷ!!" (We have their General. Let them know your might!!) The fire would explode upward as some herb mixed with gunpowder was thrown into the fire. She staggered into the dancing group her foot stomped down in the same movement of the group sending a shock wave of magic sparks, she let out a scream that was shrill as she stared at the old women.
The music and people stood still as they stared each other down, her anger brimmed over spilling from her. The magic her blood held like an infinite well was spilling over along with her anger, it made her a ticking time bomb because she did not know how to direct or move the flow properly.
The old women moved to hand off the jar, but she noticed the girl's eyes were focused on it intently. Tempest's eyes burned like hot coals the blue in her eyes like the bottom of the flame where it burns the hottest. " Give me my father!" Her hand was outstretched as she moved around the fire. The old woman tossed the jar for the fire, Tempest let out another shrill scream as the fire blazed low and out before extinguishing.
The glass shattered and the orb of light zoomed like a fairy to the body of Crevan, it would envelop him and sink within his body. Tempest frowned as she watched the body becoming crystallized, she had no recollection of what happened seconds before. All she knew is that she was covered in tacky blood that had dried upon her. She felt drained as she slowly kneeled before the hardened shell that was her father.
The old woman would smile before leaning to what seemed to be second in charge in the village." Nāṉ niṉaittēṉ yār. Potu maṟantuviṭu. Inta viḻāviṟku eṉakku avariṉ cakti tēvai." (She is who I thought. Forget the General. I need her power for the ceremony. ) The person would nod moving away from her to head for a hut. A vision surrounded in mist watched what had unfolded, Hellenia kept watch over them it seemed even on the Island. She had manipulated Tempest to save her sons life from becoming a magical ingredient.
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Julian sat down next to Sarah as she recalled the crash to him, he gently peeled the leaf and things that had assisted the bleeding to stop and the wound to heal. He chucked it into the fire and watched it burn slowly, his eyes focused on the fire for a moment. " Sounds like you are retaining more then I am about certain things. " His body was shaking to generate heat. It seemed he only need to strip down to help with that, he found it odd that his cloak was still clasped to him.
He unhooked the cloak before standing up again, slowly he pulled off his armor that he didn't remember putting on either. He would pick up his cloak and armor along with removing his shirt to place to dry on one of the palms that stretched out to reach the sun. He moved to undo his leg armor then put it up, his hands topped at his pants buckle leaving it be being around Sarah. He thought it was best to retain his life not knowing where Crevan was.
" We are not supposed to be here. We are on the witches island the one before the island we use for magical and strength training." He went to stand next to the fire before. He kept his eyes off her for a moment longer till he felt he had to look her way. " Did you pack have any clothes? And was it magically sealed?" He wanted to venture out to look for people but he imagined she wasn't strong enough yet. Losing blood at that amount would need to time to recuperate, even though it was a temperate island he felt chilled. He figured it was the protection magic against vampires so that things that would normally not bother them would be heightened.
He knew his pack held a pair of clothes but he wanted to save them for as long as he could before wearing them. His pack was spelled for such emergencies so the contents would remain dry even if submerged under water, his eyes narrowed as he noticed the spell magic on the fire. It was an endless flame simple magic done at a higher tier of magic, he knew who had saved them. He would look out to the ocean briefly as his body trembled, but his face registered nothing. " Boats are called dingy's," He said softly. " I do not remember much but looking for you and I thought I caught a glimpse of you .... before.." He stopped talking as if he was listening for something. His nostrils would flare out as if catching a scent his eyes held the royal color even as the red started to seep into the white of his eyes.
He could smell blood being spilled not far off, it was that of a witch's from the island. He did not move as the red slowly receded, he would lick his lips to wet them. " For some reason, I am having chunks of my memory ripped from me while we are here. I suggest once you have gathered your strength and have rested we will set out to find the others. " He would then move to grab large palm leaves to lay down on the sand so he could lay on top of it using his pack for a pillow.
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Post by Thea on Mar 9, 2019 22:45:14 GMT -5
Sarah usually had a glamour set in place throughout her normal day, hiding the light blue dragon hide and the faerie ears. It had become second nature to her like breathing was. The only exception was when she was sleeping. But just as soon as she woke up and told the sun good morning as if it were a friend, she sat for a few minutes to weave together her mask, covering the small yet prominent bit of dragon hide on her cheek and the points of her ears to make it look more rounded. For the rest of the day, she walked with confidence that no one saw what lied beneath that mask.
Today was different. Julian had seen her with the faerie ears and the dragon skin because her immediate reaction upon waking was not donning the glamour but rightfully freaking out. She was sure that Julian had seen her before without it, because he didn't freak out. Or it was his first time seeing it but didn't comment on it.
She was thankful for that.
Before she put the glamour on she had seen him shake, which had the witch concerned. Her eyebrows drew together, and she turned her body to face him more. "Are you all right?" she asked him, wanting to do something about it but not knowing what to do. After all, there was a fire right in front of them. And other than offering a hug she didn't think she could do much else.
She wasn't about to do that though, for fear of Adisa probably being around the corner.
She looked up at him curiously, wondering why he was standing up after just sitting down before realizing the reason. She was quick to look away, not being able to help the blush that crept up from her neck to fully encompass her entire face all the way to the tips of her ears. Sarah hoped that he doesn't see and made sure that her face was turned to the water that she couldn't even see him through her peripheral vision. But just as important she didn't want him to believe that she was just as bad as his fan club, taking advantage of this and staring like a creep.
"Mm?" she asked, still not looking at him and wouldn't until she could get her glamour up or at least have the damned redness in her face calm down. In fact she was only half listening, drawing her brows together once more at the fact that they weren't at the right island. "I'm not surprised, to be honest. But the witches' island?" Then at the mention of her pack she was quick to pick it up, suddenly remembering that not only did she have clothes in there but her stiletto dagger and her cheese!
"I have it, yes. And I believe Felicity sealed it for me." But she wasn't sure. So she untied the flap, pawed through the contents, and sighed when she saw that not a single thing was damaged. "Yes, she did," she assured more for herself than for him, and brought out her cheese. Upon unwrapping it she did find that it was a bit squashed, but she took a chunk off and raised her hand with the cheese in it to offer it to him. "Would you like some?"
When he said that he didn't remember anything but looking for her, her breathing stilled for a few moments and her heart painfully skipped a beat before picking up its pace, faster than usual. That was something she could only read about in her books or hear in romantic movies. It was rather difficult to do so, but she had to get herself back to normal. This was no time for fantasizing! Her friend and her master was missing!
She swallowed hard, then took in what she hoped was a discreet deep breath in before exhaling just as softly and frowned. She stayed silent, because she didn't have any words. But she did look up at his face and not at the ridiculously ripped abdominal muscles that he has. She wanted to count how many he had (strictly out of curiosity she told herself, but she could see why he was spied on while taking a bath) but refrained.
Instead, Sarah looked farther into the wood, trying to look for what he was looking at and not knowing that he was smelling blood, then looked up to gather that he was by the red in his eyes, then back to the woods. By the time that she put her cheese back in her pack he had laid down. She was going to suggest that they went now, no care in the world for her aching stomach or the weakness that she felt that she attributed to the wound she received. But seeing him lie down, she assumed that he was exhausted too, and might even have a concussion. Instead of doing the same, she drew her knees up to her chest and rested her chin on one of them. "If that's happening to you then we need to find the others and get out of here fast. I don't like the sound of memories being ripped away."
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Post by Voss on Apr 15, 2019 11:22:50 GMT -5
Anya had only stepped a few paces away till she noticed footprints away from where the woman had been running from. It meant that someone had run off into the lush green jungle, her eyes scanned the tree's not seeing the indigenous. She narrowed her eyes focusing on one place, she moved forward slowly seeing a pile of rocks that looked as if someone had moved them into the jungle.
Picking up a chunked rock she smashed the chert till a thick sliver broke free. Looking around further she kept her ears open for any noise no matter how small she looked. Using a more rounded rock she would then start to make a finger shaper edge, once she was done she stood up moving off. Heading through the jungle ways picking through the tree's she found a fairly good branch she used the sharp rock to cut.
Adisa sat by the unconcious woman wondering when she would wake up, though she wondered if she was just pretending and had already. The annoyance of having to wait was causeing her to poke at her with a stick. She stood quickly when she heard someone coming back through the jungle, seeing it was just Anya she relaxed once more.
She frowend seeing the woman carrying to many things. She watched her working with some woods," What are you doing? " She asked her. Though when Anya did not respond she just watched her working it with a blade that seemed to be made of magic. Adisa realized what she was doing and decided to help as she started a fire. She figured she make her own once Anya was done with hers.
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Tempest wept her fingers touching the crystal as her blood and his mixed streaking across it, a few tribal men moved to pull her away only to ecounter a shield. They would begin a semi circle chant around her, as if trying to weaken the sheild. She ignored them as she hugged the crystal. She seemed to become weak though needing sleep, even though she had but woke not that long ago. Wanting to stay awake she struggled against the darkness that eventaully envoloped her.
Hellenia cursed when the mist went dark from the girl falling asleep, she paced wondering how long she would be out this time. She thought she should of went with tempest, this would of never happen if she had just went along. She had given the girl her tome another foolish thing , moving to her alchemical and magical cabinet she would start going through ingreidents.
She wanted to go there with out actaully going there, this would take time; she feared she had none. She knew what the witch was up to trying to steal her sons soul. The surge of rage bolted through her blood that she felt her skin was hot like being in the suns rays. " I will keep you both safe somehow" She mumbled to her self.
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Juilian had ignored her asking if he was alright after he had changed and laid down. Her questions other then his health he answered to the best of his knowlage. " Yes, It is were the old mad king had bansished the remainder of the witches he could not get undercontrol."
He looked up at her and narrowed his eyes before the narrowed joined the smile on his face. Though when he spoke on the smile faded. " He made the witches of service use their magic to them here. " He sighed softly" Though i do not understand why they dont leave the island. There are plenty of trees to use to make a raft. " When she offered him some cheese in half his ramblings he would reach over and pluck a peice raising it up all most like a wine glass.
" Thank you kind Sarah." He would plop it into his mouth focusing on the morsel his hunger bubbled beneath. His ability to hold it in the feeling was waning slowly. When she mentioned not liking that his memories were fading he merely chuckled. " Yes, we do. I dont know where the ohter's are and we both must rest before we can be of any help. Besides you can just remind me. Right?" He thought perhaps the fading of memories would leave him once they left the island. Though it could be on the off chance this may not be the case, he would have to be reminded or the things he forgotten.
He looked to her again," How is your injuries?" He noticed she was acting much like normal, as if not hurt. He wondered if he had imagined her hurt, perhapse the island was doing something far worse to him.
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Post by Thea on Jul 31, 2019 2:21:49 GMT -5
Sarah knew that he ignored her question regarding his health. While she wasn't one to pry, she knew that if he was okay, he would tell her. His lack of response had her worried. She didn't think she wouldn't ever have to worry about Julian. He was the prince after all, and he's shown multiple times that he was fully capable of taking care of himself. But right now? She gnawed on her cheek, something she hasn't done since her birthday ball. She couldn't help it. And she didn't think that she would ever be able to completely stop.
"No one should be controlled," Sarah murmured, then sighed softly. Whoever this mad king was, she was glad it wasn't Damien. When he spoke of them leaving, she merely shrugged one shoulder, the one that hadn't been bleeding. (Actually, since Julian healed it, there wasn't even a twinge anymore.) On the outside she was nonchalant. Yet on the inside, and she bet her cheese on the super hearing she was sure Julian had, her heart skipped a beat. His smiles were always dangerously gorgeous. "Maybe they can't? Or this is their home and they don't know anything else. How long ago did the mad king reign?"
When he thanked her for the cheese, a warmth bloomed in her chest that offset the worry just a little bit. "You are welcome," was her response. Felicity mentioned that dragons were known for their possessiveness and jealousy. If it weren't for the fact that she has seen her biological grandfather, a legitimate dragon, or the obvious dragon patches on her skin, Sarah wouldn't have believed that she was part dragon. After all, would she not be possessive of the best-tasting cheese the Isles had to offer? After putting the cheese away, she pawed through her pack once more to make absolutely certain that everything was intact.
What can she say? She was a worry-wart.
"Injuries?" she asked as if she forgot, then, while pulling out the scroll of parchments of the spells that Felicity copied from the family book for Sarah to use, nodded her head once. "The only one I can think of was the one on my shoulder and you healed it." Those words she uttered had herself turning her head sharply and looked to Julian. Did he forget that because of the island? If so she feared that Julian would forget his own name soon. Would he forget even to walk? Or was it like short term memory loss, and he would only forget recent events.
This was going to make it hard for her to rest.
With the rolled papers in one hand and her pack in the other, she stood up on her legs and walked closer to Julian. Once she was on his side of the fire, she moved to sit beside him. Of course, she gave ample space between them, so that it wasn't considered inappropriate. But she wanted to make sure she was close at hand if he needed help up or something like that.
"I-I can't rest," Sarah said, setting her pack between them. "I can take watch instead..? Besides, I need to look through these spells. Maybe there is something that can help us when you feel better."
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Post by Voss on Aug 14, 2019 8:35:58 GMT -5
The smell of blood was faint in the air around Sarah, it smelled fresh diluted in saliva. He would look away from her only briefly a sound like a growl purred from his throat. " No, but those with power tend to use it against those that are not. "
Looking back at her his eyes spoke that he was no longer able to hide his hunger for blood. "The mad king? Thousands of years. Perhaps more. " He chuckled before a brief smile touched his lips. " Though the time for use doesn't flow like for humans or witches. Thousand of years is a short time." The feeling of sleep was lost to him now all he could feel was hunger at the moment. "Spells?"
His chuckle was light as he moved slowly over to her side," You have a book?" He shook his head not sure if he knew that or if it was a true surprise to him. His ears twitched a little as he sat up more before standing up," Why not start practicing. I need to stretch my legs." His crimson eyes scanned the tree's had heard a twig snap a few paces away.
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When she moved to help the woman suddenly jumped up to make a run for it, though Anya at that moment had stood to throw her spear as hard as her muscles would allow. It had ripped through the woman's clothes pinning her to the tree. The woman growled loudly spitting words to her that she could not understand fully.
Adisa remained in-moving as she watched Anya sock the woman in the face making her dizzy some. Ripping the spear from the tree she would steady the woman who was now remaining docile. " Run again I will end you. Gleen it?" The woman merely nodded as she had a hard time standing. Adisa wondered where her strength was coming from, she only knew after seeing two more wooden tabs from her belt gone.
Adisa moved to start making her own spear, the woman came to sit down by her, " So tell me, traitor, why you help them?" There was only silence for her answer, she as to busy rubbing her head as a headache set in. This only pissed Adisa off," Fine do not tell us. When the royal fleet shows up they will bombard this island as we swim to the boats offshore. You and your heathens can parish finally." Anya only shook her head knowing that would never happen, though, she was not about to tell the woman that.
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When tempest woke again her father had been moved to the hut she had been in the first place. Her eyes focused seeing he was still crystallized for the moment. She knew that he would be saved in that while weak, nothing could pierce the crystal or crack it. Though that did not bring him to safety truly. He could still perish if his will was not strong enough. She frowned seeing her pack had been dumped on one of the tables, she let out a growl as she moved to try to see what was missing.
When she couldn't find the tome she moved out of the hut, only to be seized by the arm by a guard. " Let me go!" The guard shook her as if he was going to strike her. " Atu putticālittaṉamāka irukkum eṉṟu niṉaikkiṟīrkaḷā?" (Do you think this would be wise?) A man standing not far from them dressed in a headdress of feathers and skulls with a cotton loin cloth.
He looked like royalty from the way he was dressed in clean and crisp clothing pieces. The guard would let her go, she jerked away and moved to the man seeing the tome she had in his hands. " Return my item to me." He raised a brow but gently handed it to her.
" You are lucky no one else found it. It would have been burned. " He said with a smile. She gently took the leather piece he had removed from it wrapping it so no one could see it. " Thank you." She said softly not know who he was.
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Post by Thea on Oct 21, 2019 18:16:31 GMT -5
When the red bird tapped on the paned glass of her window, Felicity had been pacing.
Within her belly sat a tight ball of nerves. Her fingers, every time she flexed them, shot out sparks of energy resembling static electricity. This has been the most worried she had been since Sarah was taken into the realm of Faerie. Sarah was gone to train on one of the other islands. And while she trusted Anya and Crevan to be with her, she also feared the voyage. Being closely tied with the water element, she knew that it could be a natural and divine cleanser on good days, but it could also be devastating in its wrath. Just like all of the other elements, true, but Felicity was especially worried because … well, she wasn’t there. If there was a storm, she couldn’t calm it, or at least took precautions, defended the ship. Something!
But she was also worried about Alistair. Of all beings to be worried about, she was worried about that demon. She couldn’t really understand-
Yes, she could, but she was so afraid of the revelation that she couldn’t fathom it right now.
Not to mention, her very distant cousin was stuck in the body of the vampire queen and vice versa. In hindsight, this trip for Sarah was not the best to go on. Who knew the side effects or the end results would be if or when Laina and Jewel would get back into their regular bodies. Sarah should have stayed here, studied a bit more and rested up so that she could create and write the spell into the family tome to switch the two women.
Felicity was so deep in her thoughts that the tap-tap-tap-tap startled her. The screech she let out was by no means quiet. One hand found her neck as she flinched away as well, before she looked to the window.
The red bird turned its head, showing her one brilliant emerald-colored iris. She didn’t recall cardinals being native to the Isles, and wasn’t sure if they were native in this realm at all. Regardless, she knew that this was larger than that of a traditional cardinal, but only just enough that she knew that this wasn’t just any old cardinal.
But how was he here?
Quickly, she opened the window with a scowl on her face. “You startled me,” she said hotly to the bird as it flew in and changed to a red-haired man in a span of two breaths.
“Yes, well, I love to make the ladies’ hearts stop,” his reply was half-hearted, his smile he shot her way less enthused and more of a grimace. “But no time for pleasantries.” He turned on the heel of his boot smartly and walked toward the door of Felicity’s room. “We must rescue Sarah.”
“What?” Felicity was momentarily stunned, all thoughts ceasing and the knot in her stomach growing tighter.
“The ship crashed.”
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Sarah merely shook her head in disappointment at Julian’s response of those that were in power tend to abuse it. That was a recurring theme in history, it seemed, no matter what realm or planet or country. But her disappointment quickly turned to a mix of concern and nervousness. No matter whose red eyes she saw, whether they belonged to Crevan or Julian’s, she always had something in the back of her mind that told her those were predator eyes. She needed to run.
But this was Julian; she knew that he wouldn’t hurt her. No, she just needed to sit still. Besides, if there was a fundamental, primeval part of his brain that was that of a predator, her running would only just activate that. A cat-and-mouse game that he would win unless she could throw up a defense or counterattack or-
Why are you even thinking of this? She asked herself, blonde brows furrowing momentarily before she looked toward Julian and smiled slightly. “Not a book per se. Felicity wrote some spells down that she thought I might need when we got to the island.” Regardless if they didn’t make it, she figured that she could still use them. This situation was more dire than that of them arriving at the island they needed to be on. “A few of them offense, one or two defense.” She went to focus on her pages after she noticed how close they were together. “A spell to find our starting point … at least that is what I assume it says.” Felicity had beautiful handwriting, but she couldn’t quite see what this word said…
She nodded at his suggestion to start practicing, just now noticing that her heart had been picking up its pace ever since their close proximity. And as she stood up, she heard the twig snapping as well.
“Do you know what that was?”
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Post by Voss on Oct 21, 2019 19:22:26 GMT -5
Helliana would move from her tower heading for the main floor. She was going to take another ship if she must. She could not use a mirror spell or any other that she could think of. If she had to wreck another ship into the island she would break it apart. She seemed out of it as she made her way through the castle.
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Julian hissed standing in front of her his back pressed to her, his face was stoic as his handheld to the side formed a word in the air. It was invisible to one's eyes that could not see magic. " You, whoever is there come out!" He shouted still shielding Sarah with his body. When a young woman stepped out with pointed ears holding a basket that was slightly filled with clam-like mollusk.
She seemed slightly frightened, his tense body relaxed a little and he seemed less threatening. " I will not harm you." He said with a smile. She jumped back seeing his fangs dropping her basket before running, his body screamed for him to chase her to feed but he forced himself to stand still the pulse of his blood made the heat of it drive him mad. Yet he was able to keep himself standing still.
He would take a few steps and sigh before moving away from Sarah." Practice. I ..I need to take a walk." He said holding his head moving steadily from her. If he did not he feared he would turn on her and drink from her.
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The woman watched the two of them make their weapons seeming slightly defeated she would yawn leaning back. Suddenly she felt Adisa's spear to her neck. " Answer me." The woman stared at her for a moment and shrugged her shoulders a little. " One person's treachery is another preservation. " Anya would laugh a little." Well, it speaks. You being we bit of a wench earlier. " The woman stared at her for a moment then shrugged." We dislike people on our island." She let out a yawn." And when I say we. I mean them." She pointed in a random directly as if saying the village was that way.
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She would slowly go back into the hut with her father to watch over him, she was worried that they again would try and use him for some sort of magic. She saw the man speaking with the guards before coming into the hut. " You know that you are in danger yes? "
She seemed to look at him he seemed familiar yet she had never seen him before in her life. It was hard to focus on." I know my father is in danger." The man laughed shaking his head." No. Now you will be the ingredient needed for the ritual to be able to leave this island and bring your kind to their knees. "
She would take a step back from him he would shrug his shoulders a little," These witches do not like vampires. " He said with a chuckle.
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