the awakening

The boy awoke, gasping for air. Looking around him, the room looked strange and different. He had slept for a long time. Years even. Perhaps this was the curse of all Celestials, for inactivity often brought a yawn to the child's face. Clamoring out of bed, Kyarn scanned out the window, and saw the Keep as it always was, empty and desolate yet at the same time bustling with activity. Only to the trained eye could one see the latter however. Shadows crept along the walls, and the distant sound of training priests and warriors could be heard well below his chamber, pleasing to the ears. Dressing quickly, throwing on his custom baby blue kimono and strapping on his swordbelt, he cast some protective magics and strolled slowly down towards the main hallway of the keep, allowing his childish muscles a chance to warm up. "So I'm finally back. There is much to be done around here, and I must speak to the other Strifelords. They will inform me on anything that has changed in the realms during my absence." Kyarn continued to walk, but slowed his steps as he entered the chamber. "Alia." Kyarn ran his fingers around the ring that adorned his left hand, and waved his hand in a circle before him. A scrying portal appeared, and peering intently into the image, Kyarn smiled softly as always. She was okay, and that was what mattered. He would inform her that he had returned to the land of the waking as soon as his duties were complete. For now, he would be kept busy for the days to come by resettling into the daily chores and tasks that were his responsibility as the smallest and most innocent Strifelord to complete. innocent. perhaps. but uncapable? Never. The time for the awakening slowly made it's way, the future becoming the present. All Hail Cyric. The Lord of Murder, the Prince of Lies, The Lord of Three Crowns.