Showing posts with label Brin. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Brin. Show all posts
Current Character Description - Brin Stone
This woman is one of the most shapely figures seen in the realms. She wears a black satin chemise that hangs dangerously low about her rounded shoulders and chest. It gathers at her waist with a jet black belt and skin tight pants complete the ensemble down to the black studded boots on her feet. Deep brown hair hangs to her waist, complementing her dark eyes and alabaster skin.
Dreamless Dreaming
What is there to explain dreamless dreaming? What darkness can compare to the darkness unseen? Blackness that by its very emptiness doesn't exist while it exists. Void so permanent that all who enter into its caress are lost to even the sensation of being touched. The idea of even knowing one drifts in the inky blackness is lost in the deep folds of nothing. Does one truly exist here? Where, if not here, does one go that gives one inner life while the outer shell breathes?
After a long year in the confines of nowhere, deep in the vast darkness of the dreamless dreaming, Brin's eyes finally reopened and her consciousness came back online.
After a long year in the confines of nowhere, deep in the vast darkness of the dreamless dreaming, Brin's eyes finally reopened and her consciousness came back online.
Awakenings (1-2)
Pain...
A beacon of pain pulsed within Colin's head, never quite dying but flaring to new life in correspondence with each heartbeat. At least he had a heartbeat, that was good, but with pain like this he found himself wishing it would cease in order to quiet the agony.
He lay curled in a fetal position upon something soft. He didn't quite know what or where and he didn't want to open his eyes just yet to find out. It hurt just trying to think. His mouth was dry and carried a taste like month old yogurt. He wondered for a moment just how long he had been lying here, but it hurt to wonder.
He heard a quiet click, a gentle creak like a door being opened, and a soft shuffling coming nearer. The sound startled him and the minor increase in his heart rate sent fresh waves of agony pulsing through his head. Perhaps this was an assassin, creeping in to end this misery. That wouldn't be so bad, now would it? There was a slight clink of glass and the sound was like a gong crashing inside his head. Colin's body tensed and he gave an involuntary groan.
A gentle voice spoke, "Ah, so you are finally awake."
Colin's brow tightened in anguish. Apparently this person wasn't here to end his suffering after all, but the gentle voice was like a crashing of boulders. Colin managed to weakly croak out a single word, "...hurts..."
"Oh yes, of course. I'm sure you're in pain. Let me see if I can help."
Colin felt a cool hand rest gently against his temple and, for the briefest of moments, the contact was like an iron spike being driven into his skull. There was a quick rush of warmth and the pain changed from iron spikes to a partially tensioned vice. It still hurt, but this could be bearable.
Colin managed to crack open his eyes. He was in tidy white walled room and a silvery-skinned woman in a plain white robe stood beside his bed, smiling down upon him. He knew this woman, they had met before although, it seemed a lifetime ago. It took him a moment to dredge up the name through his aching head. "Amilach?"
The silvery woman nodded in satisfaction, "Yes. You remember. That's good... very good."
Colin summoned the strength to uncurl from his ball and pull himself into a sitting position. The ache in his head intensified and he winced, placing a hand against his temple. He was surprised to find a significant growth of beard scratching against his palm. He looked over to Amilach in confusion. "How long have I been sleeping?"
"Almost three months now. We weren't sure if you would make it, but you are a strong one, fortunately. What do you remember?"
Colin closed his eyes with a furrowed brow. For some reason remembering was difficult. Not everything made sense, like there were holes, and the holes hurt. "Fenlauch brought me here, to this plane. He brought me to you."
Amilach nodded, "Yes, that's right. Do you remember why?"
"I... I was sick. There was something in me. Black makou?"
Amilach nodded again and gestured to a table sitting near the opposite side of the bed. Upon the table was a large glass jar, filled three quarters of the way with a thick black substance. Colin watched it for a moment and felt like he was looking at something alive. He looked away, back to Amilach. "Thank you," he managed with a relieved breath.
"No thanks are necessary. Tell me, how did that get inside you?"
Colin took in a breath and probed his memory once more. He knew that Amilach knew all these answers. He was being tested.
"Brin. She attacked me. I was going to die but Throm saved me. He.. put me in a tank."
Amilach looked impressed at this. She smiled serenely. "Well Colin, you have done exceptionally well. Once you have regained your strength, you will be ready to go home."
Colin nodded. Home. The cavern. But something bothered him and it caused his head to hurt more when he thought about it.
"Amilach... why do I live in such a large home for just me?"
Amilach's smile fell.
A beacon of pain pulsed within Colin's head, never quite dying but flaring to new life in correspondence with each heartbeat. At least he had a heartbeat, that was good, but with pain like this he found himself wishing it would cease in order to quiet the agony.
He lay curled in a fetal position upon something soft. He didn't quite know what or where and he didn't want to open his eyes just yet to find out. It hurt just trying to think. His mouth was dry and carried a taste like month old yogurt. He wondered for a moment just how long he had been lying here, but it hurt to wonder.
He heard a quiet click, a gentle creak like a door being opened, and a soft shuffling coming nearer. The sound startled him and the minor increase in his heart rate sent fresh waves of agony pulsing through his head. Perhaps this was an assassin, creeping in to end this misery. That wouldn't be so bad, now would it? There was a slight clink of glass and the sound was like a gong crashing inside his head. Colin's body tensed and he gave an involuntary groan.
A gentle voice spoke, "Ah, so you are finally awake."
Colin's brow tightened in anguish. Apparently this person wasn't here to end his suffering after all, but the gentle voice was like a crashing of boulders. Colin managed to weakly croak out a single word, "...hurts..."
"Oh yes, of course. I'm sure you're in pain. Let me see if I can help."
Colin felt a cool hand rest gently against his temple and, for the briefest of moments, the contact was like an iron spike being driven into his skull. There was a quick rush of warmth and the pain changed from iron spikes to a partially tensioned vice. It still hurt, but this could be bearable.
Colin managed to crack open his eyes. He was in tidy white walled room and a silvery-skinned woman in a plain white robe stood beside his bed, smiling down upon him. He knew this woman, they had met before although, it seemed a lifetime ago. It took him a moment to dredge up the name through his aching head. "Amilach?"
The silvery woman nodded in satisfaction, "Yes. You remember. That's good... very good."
Colin summoned the strength to uncurl from his ball and pull himself into a sitting position. The ache in his head intensified and he winced, placing a hand against his temple. He was surprised to find a significant growth of beard scratching against his palm. He looked over to Amilach in confusion. "How long have I been sleeping?"
"Almost three months now. We weren't sure if you would make it, but you are a strong one, fortunately. What do you remember?"
Colin closed his eyes with a furrowed brow. For some reason remembering was difficult. Not everything made sense, like there were holes, and the holes hurt. "Fenlauch brought me here, to this plane. He brought me to you."
Amilach nodded, "Yes, that's right. Do you remember why?"
"I... I was sick. There was something in me. Black makou?"
Amilach nodded again and gestured to a table sitting near the opposite side of the bed. Upon the table was a large glass jar, filled three quarters of the way with a thick black substance. Colin watched it for a moment and felt like he was looking at something alive. He looked away, back to Amilach. "Thank you," he managed with a relieved breath.
"No thanks are necessary. Tell me, how did that get inside you?"
Colin took in a breath and probed his memory once more. He knew that Amilach knew all these answers. He was being tested.
"Brin. She attacked me. I was going to die but Throm saved me. He.. put me in a tank."
Amilach looked impressed at this. She smiled serenely. "Well Colin, you have done exceptionally well. Once you have regained your strength, you will be ready to go home."
Colin nodded. Home. The cavern. But something bothered him and it caused his head to hurt more when he thought about it.
"Amilach... why do I live in such a large home for just me?"
Amilach's smile fell.
Escher's Relativity
The sensation was most like falling, or perhaps it was like being punched in the gut and needing to vomit, or perhaps it was like nothing. Yes. If nothing had a feeling, it would be this. A void. But then again... no. Whatever it was, it was in Sanria as she opened her door and watched Maya walk in. The words came back to her in a roar, a distant conversation:
"You asked why I keep showing up in your life," Thasmudyan said, "Don't
you think that maybe, being with you was the happiest moment in my lives,
and that all I'm hoping for is another chance to have something like that
again?"
"What if Maya comes looking for you?" she asked.
"I'll deal with that if it happens. She hasn't been, though."
"If you want to be with her... if she does, I won't stop you. I've done
my fair share of... others."
"Fair enough. Still, I don't see myself choosing her if I could have you
instead."
Sanria felt her knees go weak. This was not supposed to happen. Not when she had just decided. Not when she had just told Colin that when Thasmudyan came back, she was going to be with him. No. Not this. Not now.
"So it is the right residence then. Evening to you Sanria," Maya said. No, no, this wasn't supposed to be. How did she know anything was going on? And then Sanria's questions were answered as her daughter hopped down the stairs calling out a hello. No.
"I... I see you've met my daughter, somehow. Colin... this is Maya. Maya, this is Colin, Leandra's father."
"The husband I presume," and the words seemed a slap in Sanria's face.
"No... not... exactly," Sanria said, ignored.
"I have heard your name before," Colin said.
"I'm an acquaintance of your wife's," another slap.
"We're, separated... actually,"
"Such a shame, true love really is something rare to be treasured. I'm sure you'll both find it some day," and Maya rested her eyes on Sanria.
This was not supposed to be happening. Leandra excused herself and ran back up the stairs, and Maya launched into a discussion - one to which Sanria found no choice but to sit down for. Leandra hated her, and was miserable, and needed to know the truth about Brin and Visha and- where had this come from? "Driven by a series of hates and hurts that filtered into the wrong hands will destroy your family," Maya said.
"Please, listen. There are no lies here. She knows her father and I love her, she knows that I'm not... exactly with her father. As far as Brin goes, she had issues within her that Leandra couldn't hope to compete with."
"In a world where so many children prepare to come to breathe.... should we not offer them a future worth living? Your daughter gives me hope towards my own, please do not misplace my intentions."
"...your own?"
"You didn't know? Oh of course not, it has been so long since that day you introduced us. I'm with child."
"With... wait... whose child?"
"Thasmudyan's of course."
Yes. Like falling and being punched and needing to vomit. Like cold that curls up at your feet, winding about them, nestling like a viper. Sanria felt herself turn away, blanching at the expression on Colin's face, the one he was trying to keep her from seeing. She had told Thasmudyan before that she was afraid this reality was permanent for her. Though he gave his assurances it was not... Sanria had merely to turn around to look on the face of the truth.
"You asked why I keep showing up in your life," Thasmudyan said, "Don't
you think that maybe, being with you was the happiest moment in my lives,
and that all I'm hoping for is another chance to have something like that
again?"
"What if Maya comes looking for you?" she asked.
"I'll deal with that if it happens. She hasn't been, though."
"If you want to be with her... if she does, I won't stop you. I've done
my fair share of... others."
"Fair enough. Still, I don't see myself choosing her if I could have you
instead."
Sanria felt her knees go weak. This was not supposed to happen. Not when she had just decided. Not when she had just told Colin that when Thasmudyan came back, she was going to be with him. No. Not this. Not now.
"So it is the right residence then. Evening to you Sanria," Maya said. No, no, this wasn't supposed to be. How did she know anything was going on? And then Sanria's questions were answered as her daughter hopped down the stairs calling out a hello. No.
"I... I see you've met my daughter, somehow. Colin... this is Maya. Maya, this is Colin, Leandra's father."
"The husband I presume," and the words seemed a slap in Sanria's face.
"No... not... exactly," Sanria said, ignored.
"I have heard your name before," Colin said.
"I'm an acquaintance of your wife's," another slap.
"We're, separated... actually,"
"Such a shame, true love really is something rare to be treasured. I'm sure you'll both find it some day," and Maya rested her eyes on Sanria.
This was not supposed to be happening. Leandra excused herself and ran back up the stairs, and Maya launched into a discussion - one to which Sanria found no choice but to sit down for. Leandra hated her, and was miserable, and needed to know the truth about Brin and Visha and- where had this come from? "Driven by a series of hates and hurts that filtered into the wrong hands will destroy your family," Maya said.
"Please, listen. There are no lies here. She knows her father and I love her, she knows that I'm not... exactly with her father. As far as Brin goes, she had issues within her that Leandra couldn't hope to compete with."
"In a world where so many children prepare to come to breathe.... should we not offer them a future worth living? Your daughter gives me hope towards my own, please do not misplace my intentions."
"...your own?"
"You didn't know? Oh of course not, it has been so long since that day you introduced us. I'm with child."
"With... wait... whose child?"
"Thasmudyan's of course."
Yes. Like falling and being punched and needing to vomit. Like cold that curls up at your feet, winding about them, nestling like a viper. Sanria felt herself turn away, blanching at the expression on Colin's face, the one he was trying to keep her from seeing. She had told Thasmudyan before that she was afraid this reality was permanent for her. Though he gave his assurances it was not... Sanria had merely to turn around to look on the face of the truth.
Adults Blow
Leandra called mentally for her father and waited, twiddling her thumbs and sighing. He was certainly taking his time, maybe he was just upset and didn't really want to see her - he still sounded upset by all of this. Still, she had to clarify things. As she left Maya, the woman had spoken into her mind, "Visha." She had mentioned that Visha was Brin's father, but if Visha was Brin's father, then that meant Visha was her father, too. Then Colin wasn't her dad at all, and that sent a little bit of panic into Leandra's body.
"Papa," she started once Colin had barely gotten into the room, "who is Visha?" She couldn't have anticipated the look of shock on his face.
"Visha...? Where did you hear that name?"
"I... you're my real dad, aren't you? Not Visha?"
"Of course I'm your dad. Now, Leandra, tell me, where did you hear this?"
"Promise you won't get mad at me?"
"Oh Leandra..."
So Leandra launched into the story of how she escaped the confines of the cavern and headed into Westbridge (what else was she supposed to do, actually stay here?) and her encounter with Maya. She told Colin how Maya was supposed to marry Thasmudyan and saw her father's eyes lighten a bit. "So anyways, I talked to her more about it and begged her to help me get rid of him, and she said she would. That all I had to do was tell Thasmudyan that I wanted a little time with my family before he got with Mama so he'd leave and go to Maya. Then she said she'd do the rest."
"Wait, wait... Leandra, you just met this woman and you're... plotting with her?"
"Not to kill him, she told me that she wasn't going to do that. Just to get him away from here so that you and mama can be together again. But... then she got this weird look on her face when I told her my name. She said, "Brin Stone?" and I was like yeah, and told her how gross... I mean, how you and Emalia had a baby and named her that."
"Leandra, be respectful."
"Well it is..." she muttered.
"Did she say anything about where Visha and Brin are now?" Colin asked.
"No. Nothing else. But she asked where we live and said maybe she'd come visit us."
And like magic, like, really - the doorbell rang. Ignoring her grounding, Leandra leapt up from her bed with a grin. "Maybe that's her!" And she zipped out the door.
"Leandra, wait!" Colin called after.
"Papa," she started once Colin had barely gotten into the room, "who is Visha?" She couldn't have anticipated the look of shock on his face.
"Visha...? Where did you hear that name?"
"I... you're my real dad, aren't you? Not Visha?"
"Of course I'm your dad. Now, Leandra, tell me, where did you hear this?"
"Promise you won't get mad at me?"
"Oh Leandra..."
So Leandra launched into the story of how she escaped the confines of the cavern and headed into Westbridge (what else was she supposed to do, actually stay here?) and her encounter with Maya. She told Colin how Maya was supposed to marry Thasmudyan and saw her father's eyes lighten a bit. "So anyways, I talked to her more about it and begged her to help me get rid of him, and she said she would. That all I had to do was tell Thasmudyan that I wanted a little time with my family before he got with Mama so he'd leave and go to Maya. Then she said she'd do the rest."
"Wait, wait... Leandra, you just met this woman and you're... plotting with her?"
"Not to kill him, she told me that she wasn't going to do that. Just to get him away from here so that you and mama can be together again. But... then she got this weird look on her face when I told her my name. She said, "Brin Stone?" and I was like yeah, and told her how gross... I mean, how you and Emalia had a baby and named her that."
"Leandra, be respectful."
"Well it is..." she muttered.
"Did she say anything about where Visha and Brin are now?" Colin asked.
"No. Nothing else. But she asked where we live and said maybe she'd come visit us."
And like magic, like, really - the doorbell rang. Ignoring her grounding, Leandra leapt up from her bed with a grin. "Maybe that's her!" And she zipped out the door.
"Leandra, wait!" Colin called after.
Like a Good Hostess
No sooner had Sanria offered Thasmudyan a place to stay, than Colin asked if he was still staying at Throm's. "Colin... Throm is dead... I don't really think it's appropriate for him to return to a dead man's home." She stood before Thasmudyan. "You are welcome to stay here for as long as you need."
Sanria had already walked behind the falls before realizing that Colin and Thasmudyan were still standing behind. She peered from the falls, watching as the men, unnoticed, spoke in low tones. She turned away with a deep sigh. She could not hear them, but she could only imagine. From the start, Colin had been behaving as though he were afraid. Afraid of what, she did not know, but Sanria could not help but feel as if she were being protected once more.
Once inside, when Colin had found himself looking after Orn, Sanria sat with Thasmudyan in the kitchen. The man was ravenous, but that did not concern Sanria. What she wanted to know was how after all his deaths, he managed to remember where she was left with nothing. To this, there was no answer, and a new concern cropped up. "Thasmudyan, why didn't he tell me I was engaged to Throm?"
"You'd have to ask him that."
"Ask who what?" Colin asked as he walked into the kitchen.
"... nothing," Sanria replied.
The conversation when back immediately to the lifestream, how Thasmudyan had been in it, how he had closed a hole, that Brin and Visha had vanished after it all. It drove Sanria mad. She could not remember, she could not join the conversation. At long last, Sanria looked over at Thasmudyan. "You are a healer," she began. "Can you help me remember?"
"Sanria," Colin chided. "What about what the druids said?"
Like a cowed child, Sanria rose. Colin did not wan her to remember anything. He was happy with where they were, but no matter how hard she tried, Sanria couldn't be. The black wall was sitting there, just as impenetrable as ever. She excused herself in a deep frustration, opting to keep her thoughts to herself as well as her desire to return to her former understandings.
Sanria had already walked behind the falls before realizing that Colin and Thasmudyan were still standing behind. She peered from the falls, watching as the men, unnoticed, spoke in low tones. She turned away with a deep sigh. She could not hear them, but she could only imagine. From the start, Colin had been behaving as though he were afraid. Afraid of what, she did not know, but Sanria could not help but feel as if she were being protected once more.
Once inside, when Colin had found himself looking after Orn, Sanria sat with Thasmudyan in the kitchen. The man was ravenous, but that did not concern Sanria. What she wanted to know was how after all his deaths, he managed to remember where she was left with nothing. To this, there was no answer, and a new concern cropped up. "Thasmudyan, why didn't he tell me I was engaged to Throm?"
"You'd have to ask him that."
"Ask who what?" Colin asked as he walked into the kitchen.
"... nothing," Sanria replied.
The conversation when back immediately to the lifestream, how Thasmudyan had been in it, how he had closed a hole, that Brin and Visha had vanished after it all. It drove Sanria mad. She could not remember, she could not join the conversation. At long last, Sanria looked over at Thasmudyan. "You are a healer," she began. "Can you help me remember?"
"Sanria," Colin chided. "What about what the druids said?"
Like a cowed child, Sanria rose. Colin did not wan her to remember anything. He was happy with where they were, but no matter how hard she tried, Sanria couldn't be. The black wall was sitting there, just as impenetrable as ever. She excused herself in a deep frustration, opting to keep her thoughts to herself as well as her desire to return to her former understandings.
Going Home
Emalia fluttered her eyes and focused on the wooden ceiling above. She didn't remember for a moment where she was and allowed her eyes to rove. Her body felt rather stiff and she hadn't yet moved when a voice reached her ears. "Ahh! You are awake! I had feared you might not make it, either..."
"Wh... what... happened?"
"I found you had fallen asleep in the fields below. Passed out it would seem. You have been very ill for several months now."
Emalia suddenly recalled everything - her being drug to this plane by Colin, her being trapped in this very same cabin, her being unable to find anywhere to go in this maddening landscape, and the fact that everyone was telling her she was ill from some disease Grobnak carried.
"And... I am terribly sorry to tell you this, but your baby did not make it."
Emalia's weakened body seemed to sink further into itself. She looked up at the face of Halethiel, tears in her eyes. She was too weak to seek Brin's form. Too weak to verify anything other than the fact that Brin was no longer within her. She had no choice but to believe the emaciated man. She found only enough energy to struggle to a sitting position and raise her hand to wipe at her eyes. Only then did she notice her skin looking almost the color of ash. "On a brighter note," the lank figure continued, "since you have regained consciousness, it would seem that the illness has run its course, and you should be better soon."
Emalia barely heard the words for her own sobbing. She requested Halethiel show her the body of her child, and at the sight of the tiny coffin, her heart broke.
"How... I wasn't sick... I was so sure..."
"We all make mistakes," Halethiel said. "We believe that this happened at some point during your contact with this... Grobnak."
"Grobnak... did this... to me? I can't believe... I can't believe it..."
Emalia could not detect any deception, especially with her current condition. She was informed Colin had been absent for quite some time - though he had apparently visited her weekly, since her falling into sleep. Her worry for her husband increased her "illness," as did the final view of her child - a small, blackening body.
Emalia wanted to grieve, but was almost too exhausted to do even that. She lay back on the bed, growing even more weak. She could not know that her power was cut off from the planet - there was no freeflowing lifestream here to help heal her. She could not know the depths of the lies told to her. She only requested to be left alone - unaware that she, and the body of what she thought was her child, would be transported out of the plane as soon as sleep took her over.
"Wh... what... happened?"
"I found you had fallen asleep in the fields below. Passed out it would seem. You have been very ill for several months now."
Emalia suddenly recalled everything - her being drug to this plane by Colin, her being trapped in this very same cabin, her being unable to find anywhere to go in this maddening landscape, and the fact that everyone was telling her she was ill from some disease Grobnak carried.
"And... I am terribly sorry to tell you this, but your baby did not make it."
Emalia's weakened body seemed to sink further into itself. She looked up at the face of Halethiel, tears in her eyes. She was too weak to seek Brin's form. Too weak to verify anything other than the fact that Brin was no longer within her. She had no choice but to believe the emaciated man. She found only enough energy to struggle to a sitting position and raise her hand to wipe at her eyes. Only then did she notice her skin looking almost the color of ash. "On a brighter note," the lank figure continued, "since you have regained consciousness, it would seem that the illness has run its course, and you should be better soon."
Emalia barely heard the words for her own sobbing. She requested Halethiel show her the body of her child, and at the sight of the tiny coffin, her heart broke.
"How... I wasn't sick... I was so sure..."
"We all make mistakes," Halethiel said. "We believe that this happened at some point during your contact with this... Grobnak."
"Grobnak... did this... to me? I can't believe... I can't believe it..."
Emalia could not detect any deception, especially with her current condition. She was informed Colin had been absent for quite some time - though he had apparently visited her weekly, since her falling into sleep. Her worry for her husband increased her "illness," as did the final view of her child - a small, blackening body.
Emalia wanted to grieve, but was almost too exhausted to do even that. She lay back on the bed, growing even more weak. She could not know that her power was cut off from the planet - there was no freeflowing lifestream here to help heal her. She could not know the depths of the lies told to her. She only requested to be left alone - unaware that she, and the body of what she thought was her child, would be transported out of the plane as soon as sleep took her over.
Master of Puppets (Cutting The Cords)
The foolish girl lay asleep in the middle of the field, soft sighs escaping her lips with every breath. He had feigned indifference to her actions when he walked into the cabin. In truth, he had observed her quite closely once inside. The Mind's Eye, his man-sized looking glass, had proven incalculably valuable in his machinations, and this had been no exception.
After a few hours had passed Halethiel hastened down to the red plateau where the girl lay resting, the malleable dreamscape giving itself over to his will as a dark bed took shape beneath her prone form. Waving a hand, the walls of the cottage on the hill above the bed collapsed - taking shape around them: the floor and very air changing shape and swirling coalescing into the interior.
He then worked quickly, his arachnid limbs slipping free of the robes that contained them as he placed a sleeping stone the girl's right hand and tore open the hem of Emalia's robe above her right shoulder, grabbing a quill with one chitinous limb and an inkwell in another, he began jabbing intricate runes into her flesh. He then drew the syllables of rest and cast a spell of sustaining over his subject as he reached with human hands into his robes to retrieve the vial of black makou.
Almost before he knew what he was doing, Halethiel had grabbed the scherinj and poured the ichorous contents of the vial into it. All of his limbs raised together for a moment,the pinnacle of the ritual, he eased himself down into Emalia's ear, his tongue almost flickering as he whispered to her 'We must all make sacrifices to achieve balance, my pet' and thrust the cherinj and its vile fluids deep into her body - and womb - to work its unholy magic.
* * *
He watched her over the next few months: the swelling of her belly, the grayish complexion her skin had taken since the injection darkening, and her dreamless sleep were all maintained through a complex set of spells woven about the room and into her tattoo. Occasionally, he would have to intervene and cast a spell of healing to slow the progression of the poison, but it was a small chore when weighed against the potential benefits. He was uncertain, at first, if the child would even survive. Not so now: the unborn infant now seemed to thrive in its slumbering host's womb.
Eventually the time came when the fruit was ripe and had to be plucked from the tree, and, using every weaving limb that he had, Halethiel did just that - delicately slicing the host open and extracting the child, Brin, from Emalia's uterus. Careful to safeguard his prize, he quickly placed the infant in a waiting receptacle to protect it and began tending to his guest's needs.
Taking some coarse black thread, he wove shut her belly, casting spells of healing over the wounds so that only a small scar remained. That done, he let the woman sleep and heal as he went on his first hunt in what seemed as ages, bringing home the heart of a gluttonous woman and placing it in a puppet and giving it the glamour of a dead animation. Placing the 'dead baby' in a waiting coffin, he then prepared the remainder of his lie for the woman, taking care to feed the living infant and stowing her away before resting.
When he awoke the next morning, the tattoo on Emalia's shoulder already re-woven into spells of pure healing, he wiped the sleep from her eyes and told her, chuckling inside to himself all the while at the predictability of humans, what she feared most: Her baby was dead, taken by the illness she was so certain she did not suffer from, and her husband was missing.
After a few hours had passed Halethiel hastened down to the red plateau where the girl lay resting, the malleable dreamscape giving itself over to his will as a dark bed took shape beneath her prone form. Waving a hand, the walls of the cottage on the hill above the bed collapsed - taking shape around them: the floor and very air changing shape and swirling coalescing into the interior.
He then worked quickly, his arachnid limbs slipping free of the robes that contained them as he placed a sleeping stone the girl's right hand and tore open the hem of Emalia's robe above her right shoulder, grabbing a quill with one chitinous limb and an inkwell in another, he began jabbing intricate runes into her flesh. He then drew the syllables of rest and cast a spell of sustaining over his subject as he reached with human hands into his robes to retrieve the vial of black makou.
Almost before he knew what he was doing, Halethiel had grabbed the scherinj and poured the ichorous contents of the vial into it. All of his limbs raised together for a moment,the pinnacle of the ritual, he eased himself down into Emalia's ear, his tongue almost flickering as he whispered to her 'We must all make sacrifices to achieve balance, my pet' and thrust the cherinj and its vile fluids deep into her body - and womb - to work its unholy magic.
* * *
He watched her over the next few months: the swelling of her belly, the grayish complexion her skin had taken since the injection darkening, and her dreamless sleep were all maintained through a complex set of spells woven about the room and into her tattoo. Occasionally, he would have to intervene and cast a spell of healing to slow the progression of the poison, but it was a small chore when weighed against the potential benefits. He was uncertain, at first, if the child would even survive. Not so now: the unborn infant now seemed to thrive in its slumbering host's womb.
Eventually the time came when the fruit was ripe and had to be plucked from the tree, and, using every weaving limb that he had, Halethiel did just that - delicately slicing the host open and extracting the child, Brin, from Emalia's uterus. Careful to safeguard his prize, he quickly placed the infant in a waiting receptacle to protect it and began tending to his guest's needs.
Taking some coarse black thread, he wove shut her belly, casting spells of healing over the wounds so that only a small scar remained. That done, he let the woman sleep and heal as he went on his first hunt in what seemed as ages, bringing home the heart of a gluttonous woman and placing it in a puppet and giving it the glamour of a dead animation. Placing the 'dead baby' in a waiting coffin, he then prepared the remainder of his lie for the woman, taking care to feed the living infant and stowing her away before resting.
When he awoke the next morning, the tattoo on Emalia's shoulder already re-woven into spells of pure healing, he wiped the sleep from her eyes and told her, chuckling inside to himself all the while at the predictability of humans, what she feared most: Her baby was dead, taken by the illness she was so certain she did not suffer from, and her husband was missing.
Hormonal Imbalances
Emalia sat on the edge of the bed with her tears rolling down her cheeks. Once again she had completely made a fool of herself, and while the rest of the realms knew pregnancy could make a woman crazy, no one left a memo for Emalia. All she knew is that when Throm showed up before dawn saying something was wrong with her, then not really believing her when she said she was fine - the anger she had over his interference with her parent's "happily ever after" and his doubt of her understanding of herself boiled over.
Apparently, someone from somewhere had informed Throm that Emalia had contact with Grobnak which left her infected with something like hemelia. Emalia knew this wasn't true, she could see directly into herself, she could search her very essence for anything impure, and nothing was there. But with Colin holding her hands, she could sense, like the rumble of a storm on the horizon, something was amiss.
She didn't seek out what it was, but it didn't seem to matter. While Colin believed her words, Throm seemed uncertain. It burned her up to know that he still doubted her, he still didn't believe. 'Arrogant,' she thought to herself. Then Throm was simply ready to leave without a word of what this "disease" might be, or what they could do to help Colin.
Emalia was outraged, and even more irritated that she couldn't control the torrent of feelings that shuddered through her body. Throm had come in the small hours of the morning - it was obvious by that act something was dreadfully wrong, but he was dismissive, stating all would be well. 'Like hell,' Emalia thought. He was putting her husband in danger, and possibly herself, and her baby. "You may have taken my mother, but I won't let you take Colin!"
The brief look of shock on Throm's face was replaced with a small smile that drove Emalia mad."I don't intend to take anyone Emalia...believe me."
At that instant, Emalia was ready to seek out Grobnak for herself. She wouldn't risk venturing into Colin to discover what was in there, since it could harm Brin, but she would seek out the man who did this to him. Colin tried to calm her as these thoughts raged through her.
"My timing was off...I should have waited for the morning. I came not because I feared you both would vanish overnight. I acted upon selfish impulse in the service of self pacification by knowing you two were okay," Throm said."Selfish." Emalia glared at Throm now. "Seems that way."
Listening to Colin finally, Emalia walked to the bed and sat with her head in her hand, just as she sat now. Colin and Throm had walked out, and she simply couldn't help the tears. For these moments, she was glad to have Colin. For on both sides, no one trusted her it seemed, except for him. He was her saving grace, and she tried to rid herself of the tears before he returned.
Apparently, someone from somewhere had informed Throm that Emalia had contact with Grobnak which left her infected with something like hemelia. Emalia knew this wasn't true, she could see directly into herself, she could search her very essence for anything impure, and nothing was there. But with Colin holding her hands, she could sense, like the rumble of a storm on the horizon, something was amiss.
She didn't seek out what it was, but it didn't seem to matter. While Colin believed her words, Throm seemed uncertain. It burned her up to know that he still doubted her, he still didn't believe. 'Arrogant,' she thought to herself. Then Throm was simply ready to leave without a word of what this "disease" might be, or what they could do to help Colin.
Emalia was outraged, and even more irritated that she couldn't control the torrent of feelings that shuddered through her body. Throm had come in the small hours of the morning - it was obvious by that act something was dreadfully wrong, but he was dismissive, stating all would be well. 'Like hell,' Emalia thought. He was putting her husband in danger, and possibly herself, and her baby. "You may have taken my mother, but I won't let you take Colin!"
The brief look of shock on Throm's face was replaced with a small smile that drove Emalia mad."I don't intend to take anyone Emalia...believe me."
At that instant, Emalia was ready to seek out Grobnak for herself. She wouldn't risk venturing into Colin to discover what was in there, since it could harm Brin, but she would seek out the man who did this to him. Colin tried to calm her as these thoughts raged through her.
"My timing was off...I should have waited for the morning. I came not because I feared you both would vanish overnight. I acted upon selfish impulse in the service of self pacification by knowing you two were okay," Throm said."Selfish." Emalia glared at Throm now. "Seems that way."
Listening to Colin finally, Emalia walked to the bed and sat with her head in her hand, just as she sat now. Colin and Throm had walked out, and she simply couldn't help the tears. For these moments, she was glad to have Colin. For on both sides, no one trusted her it seemed, except for him. He was her saving grace, and she tried to rid herself of the tears before he returned.
Trapped in A Rift
Emalia again stared up at the ceiling of the cabin in the woods. She had spent the night in the demiplane, having given in to Colin's cajoling and eventual romancing. She looked over at the large man sleeping beside her with a sigh. Why he wanted to prevent her from doing what needed to be done, she didn't know. Had she known where the opening to the rift was, she would have already set off the day prior. Quietly, she rose from the bed and ambled to the window to look back out over the dreary plane. She took a few moments to read over the tablet given her by Jessiah, and she walked it over to the table setting it down once she had finished. She returned to her position at the window, now thinking slowly over her role in all of this. Her resolve wavered but she continued to stare out the window in quiet contemplation. These were the times she came closest to being like her father, turning details over in her mind, examining them in an attempt to make sense of them. Then she drifted back to being like her mother, rash and ready to ignore the signs in favor of the hope she'd win the gamble.
Eventually, Emalia felt the hands of Colin on her shoulders as she was turned around to face him. All he wanted was for her to stay there. If they were to stay, no one would bother them, and no one would bother Brin once she was born. Truthfully, after reading the tablet, the idea sounded appealing. In her mind, she pictured those with Hemelia running through the streets, ripping people limb from limb, and couldn't fathom bringing that about. But would she? Wasn't the disease a gift from The Apprentice? Besides, Grobnak had never done anything like that... it had to have been something different. Something had to have driven those with the blessing to madness. As she and Colin looked it over, though, his concern wasn't so much the balance as it was "so much innocent blood" that had been shed.
"What if you're wrong," Colin asked quietly. "It is a difficult situation. If this is correct, the stakes can be quite high."Emalia looked out the window, almost offended by Colin's question. "I won't be wrong."
"There is no way to tell, is there."
"No... but is there ever a way to tell anything? Nothing is ever certain, is it?"
"I don't know. Some things are."
"Like?" Emalia turned to look at Colin over her shoulder, having found her way to the front window now.
"How I feel about you is."
There would be no more delays. Though Colin tried again to find a way to keep Emalia in the demiplane, she could no longer stay. The journey had to continue. 'Balance,' she reminded herself, 'Balance is at stake. Balance must be restored.'
Eventually, Emalia felt the hands of Colin on her shoulders as she was turned around to face him. All he wanted was for her to stay there. If they were to stay, no one would bother them, and no one would bother Brin once she was born. Truthfully, after reading the tablet, the idea sounded appealing. In her mind, she pictured those with Hemelia running through the streets, ripping people limb from limb, and couldn't fathom bringing that about. But would she? Wasn't the disease a gift from The Apprentice? Besides, Grobnak had never done anything like that... it had to have been something different. Something had to have driven those with the blessing to madness. As she and Colin looked it over, though, his concern wasn't so much the balance as it was "so much innocent blood" that had been shed.
"What if you're wrong," Colin asked quietly. "It is a difficult situation. If this is correct, the stakes can be quite high."Emalia looked out the window, almost offended by Colin's question. "I won't be wrong."
"There is no way to tell, is there."
"No... but is there ever a way to tell anything? Nothing is ever certain, is it?"
"I don't know. Some things are."
"Like?" Emalia turned to look at Colin over her shoulder, having found her way to the front window now.
"How I feel about you is."
There would be no more delays. Though Colin tried again to find a way to keep Emalia in the demiplane, she could no longer stay. The journey had to continue. 'Balance,' she reminded herself, 'Balance is at stake. Balance must be restored.'
Whining and Pining
Emalia slept only long enough to restore the most minimal of her energy. The very first thing she saw upon waking, was Colin. He laid by her side, his arm around her, staring down upon her with what she assumed was a mix of pity and worry. She couldn't really speak, and anytime she did her voice was simply quiet and subdued. She couldn't really move either. The whole scene was oddly reminiscent of the first time she and Colin were ever together, though this thought was far from her mind.
"I wish I could make them all just leave you alone," Colin said as he rubbed her arm.
"Me too," Emalia entoned quietly. "I don't think they will, though."
They continued talking, Emalia taking the time to explain to Colin just what she had felt when she "healed" Grobnak. She took time also to assure him that Brin was fine. So irritated at being weak, Emalia tried to rise but found herself unable to. "Emalia, please, just rest for now. Is there something you want?" Colin asked.
"I suppose not. I just hate being so weakened. I wish my father were about. He could perhaps heal me and all would be better."
"Do you know where he is?"
"Chasing my mother," Emalia muttered.
"Oh?"
"You weren't aware?" Emalia turned to look upon Colin.
"No. Should I have been?"
"Well, I thought I told you about it, but perhaps I hadn't. He went north shortly after the Vectorian invasion to help my mother," Emalia sighed in frustration. "He wouldn't even stay for me. And I asked him to."
"I see. I'm sorry. I suppose we aren't the only ones with a journey to make."
Emalia realized at that point just how many people Colin had not been introduced to. So many people in her family didn't know she was with him, or pregnant by him, and the realization made her feel guilty in an odd way. Colin, on the other hand, didn't seem to mind at all. His only thought was wishing no one was around, and that they could simply be left alone. No sooner had he made his thoughts known than a knock sounded upon the door.
"I wish I could make them all just leave you alone," Colin said as he rubbed her arm.
"Me too," Emalia entoned quietly. "I don't think they will, though."
They continued talking, Emalia taking the time to explain to Colin just what she had felt when she "healed" Grobnak. She took time also to assure him that Brin was fine. So irritated at being weak, Emalia tried to rise but found herself unable to. "Emalia, please, just rest for now. Is there something you want?" Colin asked.
"I suppose not. I just hate being so weakened. I wish my father were about. He could perhaps heal me and all would be better."
"Do you know where he is?"
"Chasing my mother," Emalia muttered.
"Oh?"
"You weren't aware?" Emalia turned to look upon Colin.
"No. Should I have been?"
"Well, I thought I told you about it, but perhaps I hadn't. He went north shortly after the Vectorian invasion to help my mother," Emalia sighed in frustration. "He wouldn't even stay for me. And I asked him to."
"I see. I'm sorry. I suppose we aren't the only ones with a journey to make."
Emalia realized at that point just how many people Colin had not been introduced to. So many people in her family didn't know she was with him, or pregnant by him, and the realization made her feel guilty in an odd way. Colin, on the other hand, didn't seem to mind at all. His only thought was wishing no one was around, and that they could simply be left alone. No sooner had he made his thoughts known than a knock sounded upon the door.
Into The Rift (2 of 2)
Colin's breath escaped him in a little sigh tinged with pleasure. How long it had been since he had felt that gentle squeeze all over his body as he passed into the rift. An almost sexual penetration.
He could feel Emalia still in his arms, yet now they were suspended, motionless, in the void of almost total darkness which was the axis of this place. The familiar buzzing assaulted his ears and he knew if he concentrated on it he would be able to make out the myriad of unnatural sounds of which it was composed yet he willed himself not to. He did, however, find himself gazing at the scenes of various locations which shifted into view around him. Almost every one of them contained acts of violence, torture, or depravety yet for a ong moment Colin found himself unable to look away, a half smile finding it's way onto his lips. There he stayed until a scene of a human mother screaming as she cut a demonic baby from her own womb faded into view, shaking Colin from his stupor.
Emalia. Brin. He knew where he needed to go. He closed his eyes, reaching out with his mind for that spot of familiarity which he quickly found. By simply willing himself toward it he felt the squeeze once more as he stepped onto rocky soil. Colin pushed his way through some thick brush which grew around the rift they has just exited and took in the forest about him. The sun peeked dimly through the cloudy sky overhead to shine on the stunted trees and scrubby bushes below. It wasn't a scene of beauty but it was about as close as it was going to get in this place.
He looked around for a moment, noting how little the vegetation grew here. It made it easy for him to get his bearings. If his memory was correct the cabin where they would be staying was only about 100 yards east of here. Colin leaned down to kiss Emalia's forehead and held her a bit closer to him. "Don't worry, we're almost there."
He could feel Emalia still in his arms, yet now they were suspended, motionless, in the void of almost total darkness which was the axis of this place. The familiar buzzing assaulted his ears and he knew if he concentrated on it he would be able to make out the myriad of unnatural sounds of which it was composed yet he willed himself not to. He did, however, find himself gazing at the scenes of various locations which shifted into view around him. Almost every one of them contained acts of violence, torture, or depravety yet for a ong moment Colin found himself unable to look away, a half smile finding it's way onto his lips. There he stayed until a scene of a human mother screaming as she cut a demonic baby from her own womb faded into view, shaking Colin from his stupor.
Emalia. Brin. He knew where he needed to go. He closed his eyes, reaching out with his mind for that spot of familiarity which he quickly found. By simply willing himself toward it he felt the squeeze once more as he stepped onto rocky soil. Colin pushed his way through some thick brush which grew around the rift they has just exited and took in the forest about him. The sun peeked dimly through the cloudy sky overhead to shine on the stunted trees and scrubby bushes below. It wasn't a scene of beauty but it was about as close as it was going to get in this place.
He looked around for a moment, noting how little the vegetation grew here. It made it easy for him to get his bearings. If his memory was correct the cabin where they would be staying was only about 100 yards east of here. Colin leaned down to kiss Emalia's forehead and held her a bit closer to him. "Don't worry, we're almost there."
Pressure
Colin was in disbelief of what Emalia was being put through as he carried her unconsious body up to her bedroom. For how much everyone kept saying that they were talking to her for her own good the toll it was taking on her, and now their unborn child, was very disturbing.
Colin lay Emalia on her bed and stood over her, bowing his head in dismay. Today, once more, Emalia had been pushed to the limit, and beyond. First the unexpected visit from Jessiah, and then immediately afterward, Grobnak. A realization popped into his mind, "That stubborn idiot is still laying out there, helpless."
He took another moment to look at Emalia, noting her steady breathing, before leaving the bedroom and heading back outside to the collapsed Grobnak. He stepped over the threshold to stand over the fallen creature, glaring down upon his hideous form. "What is wrong with you?" Colin spoke aloud to the motionless figure. How could he not see the harm he was doing to Emalia through his insistence in talking to her about these things. "...so blind."
A new thought occured to him now, "Look at him, so helpless. You could put an end to his torment of Emalia... make it so this never happened again." He pondered that idea for a moment. There was a refreshing justice and finality in that thought and Colin was mildly suprised when he realized that he had retrieved his sword from where he had dropped it upon the ground and was now standing over Grobnak with the weapon gripped tightly in his hand. As Colin stood there his thoughts urged him on further, "It's basically his fault she's laying up there right now." Yet that wasn't completely true, was it?
Colin spoke a warning aloud to the unconscious figure, "If you have hurt her..."Or Brin."...or my child..." Colin left the threat hanging. That was right. Brin. Emalia had said there was something wrong with the baby. "Why give him the chance to even recover? It would be so easy. Noone would even see."
"But Emalia...", Colin found himself speaking aloud, "I couldn't." "But she would thank you for silencing just one of the people responsible for the state she's in. He could never betray her again." Colin found himself wanting to believe this but deep down he knew it was wrong. Emalia would never condone a cold- blooded murder like that. He closed his eyes and shook his head, trying to rid himself of the thought. "No.", Colin spoke, "I can't."
However, his thoughts would not be deterred. "You can, you just won't. And you call yourself a guardian. A threat lays right here at your feet yet you will not stamp it out!"
Colin pressed his fists to his temples, trying to physically shut out these thoughts which he knew were wrong. "I said no!", he found himself shouting, "Go away!"
Colin stood there, his jaw clenched, heavy breaths coming in hisses through his bared teeth as he fought to control his own mind. Finally, it seemed, the thoughts had ceased. What was happening to him? He was talking to himself, even arguing with himself! Colin took a deep breath and sheathed his sword. Perhaps Emalia wasn't the only one feeling the effects of all this stress. He could probably use some rest as well, but first, there was something he had promised to do.
Colin bent down and easily lifted the unconscious Grobnak off the ground, throwing him over his shoulder like a black-winged sack of potatoes. He set off at a brisk pace toward the Jihad compound, eager to drop his cargo upon their doorstep and return to rest with Emalia.
Colin lay Emalia on her bed and stood over her, bowing his head in dismay. Today, once more, Emalia had been pushed to the limit, and beyond. First the unexpected visit from Jessiah, and then immediately afterward, Grobnak. A realization popped into his mind, "That stubborn idiot is still laying out there, helpless."
He took another moment to look at Emalia, noting her steady breathing, before leaving the bedroom and heading back outside to the collapsed Grobnak. He stepped over the threshold to stand over the fallen creature, glaring down upon his hideous form. "What is wrong with you?" Colin spoke aloud to the motionless figure. How could he not see the harm he was doing to Emalia through his insistence in talking to her about these things. "...so blind."
A new thought occured to him now, "Look at him, so helpless. You could put an end to his torment of Emalia... make it so this never happened again." He pondered that idea for a moment. There was a refreshing justice and finality in that thought and Colin was mildly suprised when he realized that he had retrieved his sword from where he had dropped it upon the ground and was now standing over Grobnak with the weapon gripped tightly in his hand. As Colin stood there his thoughts urged him on further, "It's basically his fault she's laying up there right now." Yet that wasn't completely true, was it?
Colin spoke a warning aloud to the unconscious figure, "If you have hurt her..."Or Brin."...or my child..." Colin left the threat hanging. That was right. Brin. Emalia had said there was something wrong with the baby. "Why give him the chance to even recover? It would be so easy. Noone would even see."
"But Emalia...", Colin found himself speaking aloud, "I couldn't." "But she would thank you for silencing just one of the people responsible for the state she's in. He could never betray her again." Colin found himself wanting to believe this but deep down he knew it was wrong. Emalia would never condone a cold- blooded murder like that. He closed his eyes and shook his head, trying to rid himself of the thought. "No.", Colin spoke, "I can't."
However, his thoughts would not be deterred. "You can, you just won't. And you call yourself a guardian. A threat lays right here at your feet yet you will not stamp it out!"
Colin pressed his fists to his temples, trying to physically shut out these thoughts which he knew were wrong. "I said no!", he found himself shouting, "Go away!"
Colin stood there, his jaw clenched, heavy breaths coming in hisses through his bared teeth as he fought to control his own mind. Finally, it seemed, the thoughts had ceased. What was happening to him? He was talking to himself, even arguing with himself! Colin took a deep breath and sheathed his sword. Perhaps Emalia wasn't the only one feeling the effects of all this stress. He could probably use some rest as well, but first, there was something he had promised to do.
Colin bent down and easily lifted the unconscious Grobnak off the ground, throwing him over his shoulder like a black-winged sack of potatoes. He set off at a brisk pace toward the Jihad compound, eager to drop his cargo upon their doorstep and return to rest with Emalia.
Unexpected Visitation (1-3)
"Did he forget something?" Emalia questioned as she walked to the door. "Who knows," Colin answered quietly. The face at the door was not that of Jessiah, nor of anyone she thought would be seeing. Grobnak looked at her with a sorrow on his face and immediately, her hostility went into overdrive. If it weren't for the spell Jessiah had cast upon her, it would have been inevitable that she would have faced drastic consequences for allowing herself into this mode once more.
Emalia heard Grobnak explaining both he and Nephesh were concerned, continuing to speak even though Colin attempted to stop him.
"Child, I do not mean to cause you stress. I only wish to educate you."
"I need no education. I've had enough of learning the ways all of you people operate."
"Can you not see she doesn't want any additional teaching right now?" Colin added.
"All of us people?" Grobnak echoed with a shake of his head. "Nephesh said you were angry, but I was not aware of the level of your rage."
"Every last one of you - underhanded liars the whole lot."Suprisingly, Grobnak's face changed into a pained expression. "What have I lied about?"
"To take the time to explain it all would be time too long."
"Please - if you feel anger, let it be given source. For every lie I have told, I will slash my own wrist." Grobnak indeed began to make good on his offer. He lifted his arm, holding it against his dagger.
"I've nothing more to say to you, Nephesh, Crimson, or anyone else."
"When I have paid for these lies, I will happily do so. Now this is a matter of honor. I do not lie."
"You'll pay when the RoK smashes your head in, and I will be satisfied." Emalia walked from the door, her eyes set on the couch, and seated herself with her back turned. Colin barred the way, though Grobnak did not attempt to enter. A few words passed between the two before Grobnak, determined to hear his accusations fully, thrust down a dagger into the ground and began to pray. Emalia didn't turn around, even as the sound of the slamming door echoed into the house.
"What in the world is wrong with all these people?" Emalia asked mainly of herself. "I mean, am I not supposed to be upset by all the "lack" of telling me things? I get the back of grandfather turned on me, I get spies and cronies to follow me... All for what?"
"It's ok, try not to worry about it too much. I hate to see you getting so upset."
"I don't even know what to do anymore." Emalia turned to Colin for a moment, leaning against him in the hopes that somehow, his giant arms would drown out the sound of chanting from beyond her front door.
"I don't know either. At this point I would just love to get things underway. At the least to just get away from here so we can have a bit of peace."
Emalia felt much the same. She rose quickly from Colin's embrace and grabbed the tablet from the shelf, stuffing it into her already full pack. She had convinced herself that they could walk past Grobnak, get on their horses, and ride past him without a worry. As soon as the door opened, however, the chanting ceased. "I seek only conversation. What is the harm in speaking like civil folk? You call me a liar. You impune my honor. Have I no right to know what I am accused of? Or to defend myself against that claim?"
"All of that will not matter soon enough. If anyone, you should see that."
Emalia walked past Grobnak, followed by Colin. She hadn't turned around when she heard Grobnak directing words to one she knew wasn't she. "Faithless, whatever it is that you are! BELIEVE in something! Lest you find yourself at the Wall."
She turned, knowing what had happened before with Colin and Grobnak. She wouldn't have the only person left to her be killed or slain. "You leave him alone!" she shouted. "You will not speak to me. Why should I not give him warning? If what you still seek to do comes to pass, will he not also suffer?"
Emalia watched Colin pass Grobnak by with a mere roll of his eyes. He went to the horses while Emalia glared at Grobnak. "I'm telling you to leave him alone."
"Am I wrong? Am I lying to you now, Emalia?"
Emalia's body began to shift. The anger she felt was being slowly supplanted by the calm. She knew this sensation well, and the drain it had on her. Without knowing how to control it completely, nor how to stop it, she began flooding the area around her with a distinct feeling of neutrality - not at all helping her. "I don't care! You don't need to bother bringing him into this! He's the only one that has honestly wanted to just help ME."
Emalia couldn't help the tiny tremors that began to work their way into her. After several days of this and the several major stresses that came her way, she was ill prepared to handle yet another release of her energy. Her lifeforce was expanding all around her, and as she and Grobnak argued, she desperately attempted to reign it in, to form it, to contain it. Colin stepped before her, trying to calm her, while Grobnak stood back with tears openly in his eyes, slashing his arm.
Colin turned away, sword drawn, and walked to Grobnak. With the latter refusing to leave, Colin lifted him with ease by the collar, yanking him to his feet. "Are you deaf?" Colin snarled.
"Colin... no!" Emalia heard nothing more as she began to move forward, her lifeforce seeming to weigh her down as she moved. Her body was stiff, her movements forced. Each step drained her more, but she was not going to let anything happen to Colin. At last she reached the two, and wrapped her hand around Grobnak's wound.
The shield around her instantly flowed inward, then out into Grobnak's body. As though a dam had been opened, the flood of healing and life rushed through her hand and into Grobnak. Her thoughts were for the moment, fixated on the fact that she was losing herself in this moment. The release was sweet, but to let completely go, could kill her.
As she slowed the raw power, there were instantly things she noticed. Things within Grobnak that she had no prior knowledge of. In his lifeforce were things she could only describe as dark pits, blackness of an unnatural sort. Not quite dead, not alive, she could tell these pits were consumptive - and within Grobnak, they were freely floating, slowly breeding, combining with him to become him... and he they.
All of this took place in a matter of seconds, the obvious pain on Grobnak's face, the release of his arm by Emalia, Grobnak slumping to the ground unconscious, and Emalia staggering back - breathless herself as she attempted to comprehend what she had just "seen."
Colin dropped his sword, gripping Emalia by the shoulders. "Are you alright?"
"Oh.. oh my... m... Colin he..." Emalia tried to speak, but it only came out in sputtering whispers.
"What Emalia, what is it?"
" I... I don't know... I don't know... I don't know..."
Emalia could barely move as Colin scooped her up into his arms. "Why do people always have to do this to you?" he whispered.
"We... we have... have to help him... put him... somewhere..." Emalia said, ignoring Colin's question.
"Wait, what?" Colin sighed. "Fine, let me take you to bed and I will return him to his compound."
Emalia, taking stock of her own well being, then took in a breath. She could feel Brin's lifeforce inside of her, this time, rather than bowing to the pressures, the tiny force flickered like a candle flame. There was no pain needed to tell Emalia she was in danger of losing her child, and that without the deep rest from complete release, it might happen soon. She told Colin, assuring him that Grobnak was not at fault, and then let the darkness of unconsciousness envelop her completely.
Emalia heard Grobnak explaining both he and Nephesh were concerned, continuing to speak even though Colin attempted to stop him.
"Child, I do not mean to cause you stress. I only wish to educate you."
"I need no education. I've had enough of learning the ways all of you people operate."
"Can you not see she doesn't want any additional teaching right now?" Colin added.
"All of us people?" Grobnak echoed with a shake of his head. "Nephesh said you were angry, but I was not aware of the level of your rage."
"Every last one of you - underhanded liars the whole lot."Suprisingly, Grobnak's face changed into a pained expression. "What have I lied about?"
"To take the time to explain it all would be time too long."
"Please - if you feel anger, let it be given source. For every lie I have told, I will slash my own wrist." Grobnak indeed began to make good on his offer. He lifted his arm, holding it against his dagger.
"I've nothing more to say to you, Nephesh, Crimson, or anyone else."
"When I have paid for these lies, I will happily do so. Now this is a matter of honor. I do not lie."
"You'll pay when the RoK smashes your head in, and I will be satisfied." Emalia walked from the door, her eyes set on the couch, and seated herself with her back turned. Colin barred the way, though Grobnak did not attempt to enter. A few words passed between the two before Grobnak, determined to hear his accusations fully, thrust down a dagger into the ground and began to pray. Emalia didn't turn around, even as the sound of the slamming door echoed into the house.
"What in the world is wrong with all these people?" Emalia asked mainly of herself. "I mean, am I not supposed to be upset by all the "lack" of telling me things? I get the back of grandfather turned on me, I get spies and cronies to follow me... All for what?"
"It's ok, try not to worry about it too much. I hate to see you getting so upset."
"I don't even know what to do anymore." Emalia turned to Colin for a moment, leaning against him in the hopes that somehow, his giant arms would drown out the sound of chanting from beyond her front door.
"I don't know either. At this point I would just love to get things underway. At the least to just get away from here so we can have a bit of peace."
Emalia felt much the same. She rose quickly from Colin's embrace and grabbed the tablet from the shelf, stuffing it into her already full pack. She had convinced herself that they could walk past Grobnak, get on their horses, and ride past him without a worry. As soon as the door opened, however, the chanting ceased. "I seek only conversation. What is the harm in speaking like civil folk? You call me a liar. You impune my honor. Have I no right to know what I am accused of? Or to defend myself against that claim?"
"All of that will not matter soon enough. If anyone, you should see that."
Emalia walked past Grobnak, followed by Colin. She hadn't turned around when she heard Grobnak directing words to one she knew wasn't she. "Faithless, whatever it is that you are! BELIEVE in something! Lest you find yourself at the Wall."
She turned, knowing what had happened before with Colin and Grobnak. She wouldn't have the only person left to her be killed or slain. "You leave him alone!" she shouted. "You will not speak to me. Why should I not give him warning? If what you still seek to do comes to pass, will he not also suffer?"
Emalia watched Colin pass Grobnak by with a mere roll of his eyes. He went to the horses while Emalia glared at Grobnak. "I'm telling you to leave him alone."
"Am I wrong? Am I lying to you now, Emalia?"
Emalia's body began to shift. The anger she felt was being slowly supplanted by the calm. She knew this sensation well, and the drain it had on her. Without knowing how to control it completely, nor how to stop it, she began flooding the area around her with a distinct feeling of neutrality - not at all helping her. "I don't care! You don't need to bother bringing him into this! He's the only one that has honestly wanted to just help ME."
Emalia couldn't help the tiny tremors that began to work their way into her. After several days of this and the several major stresses that came her way, she was ill prepared to handle yet another release of her energy. Her lifeforce was expanding all around her, and as she and Grobnak argued, she desperately attempted to reign it in, to form it, to contain it. Colin stepped before her, trying to calm her, while Grobnak stood back with tears openly in his eyes, slashing his arm.
Colin turned away, sword drawn, and walked to Grobnak. With the latter refusing to leave, Colin lifted him with ease by the collar, yanking him to his feet. "Are you deaf?" Colin snarled.
"Colin... no!" Emalia heard nothing more as she began to move forward, her lifeforce seeming to weigh her down as she moved. Her body was stiff, her movements forced. Each step drained her more, but she was not going to let anything happen to Colin. At last she reached the two, and wrapped her hand around Grobnak's wound.
The shield around her instantly flowed inward, then out into Grobnak's body. As though a dam had been opened, the flood of healing and life rushed through her hand and into Grobnak. Her thoughts were for the moment, fixated on the fact that she was losing herself in this moment. The release was sweet, but to let completely go, could kill her.
As she slowed the raw power, there were instantly things she noticed. Things within Grobnak that she had no prior knowledge of. In his lifeforce were things she could only describe as dark pits, blackness of an unnatural sort. Not quite dead, not alive, she could tell these pits were consumptive - and within Grobnak, they were freely floating, slowly breeding, combining with him to become him... and he they.
All of this took place in a matter of seconds, the obvious pain on Grobnak's face, the release of his arm by Emalia, Grobnak slumping to the ground unconscious, and Emalia staggering back - breathless herself as she attempted to comprehend what she had just "seen."
Colin dropped his sword, gripping Emalia by the shoulders. "Are you alright?"
"Oh.. oh my... m... Colin he..." Emalia tried to speak, but it only came out in sputtering whispers.
"What Emalia, what is it?"
" I... I don't know... I don't know... I don't know..."
Emalia could barely move as Colin scooped her up into his arms. "Why do people always have to do this to you?" he whispered.
"We... we have... have to help him... put him... somewhere..." Emalia said, ignoring Colin's question.
"Wait, what?" Colin sighed. "Fine, let me take you to bed and I will return him to his compound."
Emalia, taking stock of her own well being, then took in a breath. She could feel Brin's lifeforce inside of her, this time, rather than bowing to the pressures, the tiny force flickered like a candle flame. There was no pain needed to tell Emalia she was in danger of losing her child, and that without the deep rest from complete release, it might happen soon. She told Colin, assuring him that Grobnak was not at fault, and then let the darkness of unconsciousness envelop her completely.
Unexpected Visitor (1-2)
Shock was the frame of mind Emalia found herself in when she heard the knock upon her door. She expected none, and indeed, didn't believe anyone she had recently turned away with her vicious verbal attacks would be bothing to come visiting. She opened her door to find a Guardian standing there. She remembered him from Colin's interview, barely recalled his name, and really had no idea why he was there or how he had gotten there. "Sir... Jessiah?"
Indeed, it was he. She looked him over for a moment, noting just how young he appeared, before allowing him inside. Colin had come from the upstairs with his pack in hand, noting also the visitor. He set his pack onto the floor and the trio began with a bit of small talk. The happiness at having Colin involved with the Guardians, the lack of both Emalia and Colin in the halls as of late (easily explained, Emalia felt), and the checking up on the "health" of their relationship.
The discussion shifted and the already on guard Emalia found herself growing more frustrated by the moment. "If I may be so bold, was there any particular reason for your decision to leave? Because I would very much like to help, if I can, of course, the business of any family member, is consequently my own personal business as well..."
"Unless you're willing to tell everyone in Crimson that bringing down the RoK is a good idea and is not evil, just like the Apprentice is not evil, then you will have solved the problem. And, Sir Jessiah, as I am no longer crimson and even grandfa... Sir Jayden has turned his back upon me... I feel I am no longer of your family, or your concern."
The familiar hand of Colin rested upon Emalia's leg, a reminder for her to take a moment simply to breathe. She readily gave in, taking a long breath which only served to keep her ire from rising for a moment. "Just because you do not currently wear the insignia of the Crimson Guardians, does not mean that you are any less a member of the family," Jessiah said.
"I believe we differ on that point now."
"A Guardian, is more than a mere symbol. Do you believe that you have not the Guardian spirit, or the makings and will to be a Guardian?"
Emalia felt her anger welling once again. She kept her mouth closed and silent, tensing and relaxing her jaw muscles as she stared at the white-eyed man with little less than hot contempt.
"Colin... do you believe Emalia has the spirit of a Guardian, and a doer of good?" Jessiah's attention now on Colin, Emalia turned her eyes upon Colin as well. The audacity of Jessiah to undermine her choice by asking Colin what he thought, as though he could do anything in order to stop her. Emalia's eyes darkened, almost challenging Colin to dare answer.
"I know Emalia will go to any lengths to do that whish she feels is right."
"Ahh.. and THAT is the very essence of being a Guardian..."
"Well," Emalia cut in. "Jayden seems to disagree with you."
"No one person can ever know for sure what is right or wrong. Not even Sir Jayden," Jessiah answered. "I've known Sir Jayden for a long time, and though we do not always agree on everything, we maintain great respect for each other, and I greatly value his wisdom."
"Then you should make haste to exit just as he did," Emalia demanded. She rose from the couch, her anger very near boiling from her. Both Jessiah and Colin requested her to simply sit and listen, and it was all she could do to make herself sit once more. Jessiah had only asked for Emalia to listen, and even while Colin attempted to defuse the situation, Emalia felt compelled to let the brunt of her feelings be known. "If you've come to preach to me about what a Guardian is, I no longer care. I don't care what a Jihadian is. I don't care about a wide variety of things. All I care about is setting in motion the means to end this miserable, backstabbing, lying population that runs rampant in the realms. To reset balance and restore the natural order of things."
"I mean not to preach or upset you, Emalia... nor do I wish to comdemn you, or even judge your beliefs. It is not my place."
"If you are not here for those things, I'd appreciate knowing why you are here."
Again Jessiah began requesting of Emalia the reasons for her leaving the Guardians. Things, Emalia felt, were of no consequence. These things were mere trivialities in her mind, things that in the grand scheme of things, were only taking up her time. Time better spent traveling to the place that would bring about the end of these kinds of problems. Jessiah, it seemed, had other ideas upon just how simple the matter was. "It is normal to feel betrayed, when someone you respect and hold so dear turns their back on you."
"If you believe Sir Jayden is the only reason for my ire, you are sadly mistaken. Even the whole of the Crimson family is not the cause for this."
"But Emalia... have you ever given thought to the possibility that you might have done so first?"
If any worse words could ever have been spoken to Emalia, there could have been few to compare. The colors of the room flashed with a new vividness as Emalia stood on her feet. Were she a bull, she would have trampled Jessiah where he sat. "You come into my home and ask me to look at myself as the problem???"
Pain suddenly came upon Emalia's abdomen. She knew what this was, but she would hide it from Colin, and from her guest. In the turmoil of the past several days, Brin had been alright... but at this continued onslaught of stress, Brin's lifeforce also suffered. Emalia's very own body begged her to relent, and narrowly did she bother to obey.
The discussion continued with far less animosity and rage, Emalia the whole while disguising as best she could the pains within her. The longer she sat, the less it hurt. Eventually she sat with a tablet in her hands. Jessiah then said something that struck her beyond all else that he had said and she had either ignored of dismissed, "I only wish you to consider with yourself.. if it is fair to bestow a force of such great magnitude, upon innocent people, and dictate a fate upon them, in which they have no power."
Jessiah cast a spell upon Emalia, easing the pains within her and making it easier for her to relax, before he himself left. Her mind spun his words around. It was true, she was doing to everyone in the realms what she felt had been done to her. Deciding for all of them what was going to happen. She looked at the tablet for a long moment, exhaustion weighing heavily upon her now. She slid the tablet on the shelf, set to read it later, after a bit of rest, when another knock happened upon her door.
Indeed, it was he. She looked him over for a moment, noting just how young he appeared, before allowing him inside. Colin had come from the upstairs with his pack in hand, noting also the visitor. He set his pack onto the floor and the trio began with a bit of small talk. The happiness at having Colin involved with the Guardians, the lack of both Emalia and Colin in the halls as of late (easily explained, Emalia felt), and the checking up on the "health" of their relationship.
The discussion shifted and the already on guard Emalia found herself growing more frustrated by the moment. "If I may be so bold, was there any particular reason for your decision to leave? Because I would very much like to help, if I can, of course, the business of any family member, is consequently my own personal business as well..."
"Unless you're willing to tell everyone in Crimson that bringing down the RoK is a good idea and is not evil, just like the Apprentice is not evil, then you will have solved the problem. And, Sir Jessiah, as I am no longer crimson and even grandfa... Sir Jayden has turned his back upon me... I feel I am no longer of your family, or your concern."
The familiar hand of Colin rested upon Emalia's leg, a reminder for her to take a moment simply to breathe. She readily gave in, taking a long breath which only served to keep her ire from rising for a moment. "Just because you do not currently wear the insignia of the Crimson Guardians, does not mean that you are any less a member of the family," Jessiah said.
"I believe we differ on that point now."
"A Guardian, is more than a mere symbol. Do you believe that you have not the Guardian spirit, or the makings and will to be a Guardian?"
Emalia felt her anger welling once again. She kept her mouth closed and silent, tensing and relaxing her jaw muscles as she stared at the white-eyed man with little less than hot contempt.
"Colin... do you believe Emalia has the spirit of a Guardian, and a doer of good?" Jessiah's attention now on Colin, Emalia turned her eyes upon Colin as well. The audacity of Jessiah to undermine her choice by asking Colin what he thought, as though he could do anything in order to stop her. Emalia's eyes darkened, almost challenging Colin to dare answer.
"I know Emalia will go to any lengths to do that whish she feels is right."
"Ahh.. and THAT is the very essence of being a Guardian..."
"Well," Emalia cut in. "Jayden seems to disagree with you."
"No one person can ever know for sure what is right or wrong. Not even Sir Jayden," Jessiah answered. "I've known Sir Jayden for a long time, and though we do not always agree on everything, we maintain great respect for each other, and I greatly value his wisdom."
"Then you should make haste to exit just as he did," Emalia demanded. She rose from the couch, her anger very near boiling from her. Both Jessiah and Colin requested her to simply sit and listen, and it was all she could do to make herself sit once more. Jessiah had only asked for Emalia to listen, and even while Colin attempted to defuse the situation, Emalia felt compelled to let the brunt of her feelings be known. "If you've come to preach to me about what a Guardian is, I no longer care. I don't care what a Jihadian is. I don't care about a wide variety of things. All I care about is setting in motion the means to end this miserable, backstabbing, lying population that runs rampant in the realms. To reset balance and restore the natural order of things."
"I mean not to preach or upset you, Emalia... nor do I wish to comdemn you, or even judge your beliefs. It is not my place."
"If you are not here for those things, I'd appreciate knowing why you are here."
Again Jessiah began requesting of Emalia the reasons for her leaving the Guardians. Things, Emalia felt, were of no consequence. These things were mere trivialities in her mind, things that in the grand scheme of things, were only taking up her time. Time better spent traveling to the place that would bring about the end of these kinds of problems. Jessiah, it seemed, had other ideas upon just how simple the matter was. "It is normal to feel betrayed, when someone you respect and hold so dear turns their back on you."
"If you believe Sir Jayden is the only reason for my ire, you are sadly mistaken. Even the whole of the Crimson family is not the cause for this."
"But Emalia... have you ever given thought to the possibility that you might have done so first?"
If any worse words could ever have been spoken to Emalia, there could have been few to compare. The colors of the room flashed with a new vividness as Emalia stood on her feet. Were she a bull, she would have trampled Jessiah where he sat. "You come into my home and ask me to look at myself as the problem???"
Pain suddenly came upon Emalia's abdomen. She knew what this was, but she would hide it from Colin, and from her guest. In the turmoil of the past several days, Brin had been alright... but at this continued onslaught of stress, Brin's lifeforce also suffered. Emalia's very own body begged her to relent, and narrowly did she bother to obey.
The discussion continued with far less animosity and rage, Emalia the whole while disguising as best she could the pains within her. The longer she sat, the less it hurt. Eventually she sat with a tablet in her hands. Jessiah then said something that struck her beyond all else that he had said and she had either ignored of dismissed, "I only wish you to consider with yourself.. if it is fair to bestow a force of such great magnitude, upon innocent people, and dictate a fate upon them, in which they have no power."
Jessiah cast a spell upon Emalia, easing the pains within her and making it easier for her to relax, before he himself left. Her mind spun his words around. It was true, she was doing to everyone in the realms what she felt had been done to her. Deciding for all of them what was going to happen. She looked at the tablet for a long moment, exhaustion weighing heavily upon her now. She slid the tablet on the shelf, set to read it later, after a bit of rest, when another knock happened upon her door.
Dawn Breaking and Awakenings
The sun has a way, when it sets, of making things that are bearable into monsters. When it rises, monsters fade under the glisten of dew drops and warm rays. Thus woke Emalia on the dew covered cliff, overlooking the Elven Valley. The beauty of the sunrise caught her for a moment, and she watched the slender fingers of light curl ever so slowly over the tops of the eastern mountain forests. Time stood still for a moment and allowed her the ability to breathe easily as if nothing in the realms mattered. In that moment, she realized just how badly things had gone in the day prior. She pulled from the moment to wipe the collected dew from her face with her moist sleeve, and stood up to gaze upon the majesty of the morning.
It was a precarious walk back down the mountainside. Far to the south was Westbridge - this sight she had seen before. She was not ready to return there yet. After the passage of a couple of hours, she reached the base of the mountains and set off through the plains, toward a path lined with trees that looked ancient. She reached them, strolling slowly until she came to a wooden bridge. Here, the water gurgled and trickled close enough to dip a pair of feet in, and so Emalia did.The water chilled her for a moment, but as she grew accustomed to the freezing water about her feet, her eyes settled on the glimmering surface and her mind began to wander. There was no telling just how long she had stared, but when she heard a pair of footsteps, she immediately looked up. The reflected sunlight had blinded her for a moment, but the large frame belonging to Colin was unmistakable. There was no time, though she tried to get up and put her boots back on in order to leave, she heard his voice call to her, "Emalia. What are you doing here?"
In the moment atop the mountain, when time obligingly stood still for her, Emalia had realized more than a few things. One of these things was her decision to reach out to Jayden when she returned to Westbridge. The other, was that she actually - somewhere in herself - missed Colin. It was more than simply missing however. When she mulled over the minutes of their argument, she realized that as she chastised him and berated him, she was hurting inside. When he wasn't there, for the first time not there, she noticed an emptiness that went beyond simply missing a friend. After all her arguments to the contrary, it took the short absence to make her heart... "Nothing at all."
"Don't worry. I can leave."
Emalia sat calmly, her eyes locked again with the stream as she spoke. "I'm sorry. I know I was cruel to you the other day... and I'm sorry." The tension broke within the air, and Colin knelt beside her.
"I don't understand what I did."
"I guess it is to do with how we ended up together, partially... and that Brin is on her way... and when put with everything else... I just don't know."
"I'm sorry this happened," Colin said, gesturing to her stomach.
"You were no more at fault than I. I could have told you no. I know that much."
Longer they sat and Emalia poured her thoughts out to Colin. Gradually working herself around to telling him the discovery she had made in the still moment of the morning. As though through magic, Colin had forgiven her... and more importantly, she had begun to forgive herself. They sat over a brunch of apples, blackberries, and partially stale bread discussing Nephesh, then Brin, then themselves. Having made up in more than a few ways, they watched the clouds from beneath the trembling tree leaves.
Emalia took in a breath, and again, time seemed to slow down for her. She would seek Jayden for the other side of the story. She would find out what he thought, and weigh them together. If the stars lined up, then perhaps - just perhaps - she would be on her way north. For now, however, just the knowledge that Colin was beside her again, after how much she believed she didn't want it, put her in a calming rest. Her only residual thought as she lay there making out shapes in the sky was to wonder what had happened to him to give him the odd twitch in his neck.
It was a precarious walk back down the mountainside. Far to the south was Westbridge - this sight she had seen before. She was not ready to return there yet. After the passage of a couple of hours, she reached the base of the mountains and set off through the plains, toward a path lined with trees that looked ancient. She reached them, strolling slowly until she came to a wooden bridge. Here, the water gurgled and trickled close enough to dip a pair of feet in, and so Emalia did.The water chilled her for a moment, but as she grew accustomed to the freezing water about her feet, her eyes settled on the glimmering surface and her mind began to wander. There was no telling just how long she had stared, but when she heard a pair of footsteps, she immediately looked up. The reflected sunlight had blinded her for a moment, but the large frame belonging to Colin was unmistakable. There was no time, though she tried to get up and put her boots back on in order to leave, she heard his voice call to her, "Emalia. What are you doing here?"
In the moment atop the mountain, when time obligingly stood still for her, Emalia had realized more than a few things. One of these things was her decision to reach out to Jayden when she returned to Westbridge. The other, was that she actually - somewhere in herself - missed Colin. It was more than simply missing however. When she mulled over the minutes of their argument, she realized that as she chastised him and berated him, she was hurting inside. When he wasn't there, for the first time not there, she noticed an emptiness that went beyond simply missing a friend. After all her arguments to the contrary, it took the short absence to make her heart... "Nothing at all."
"Don't worry. I can leave."
Emalia sat calmly, her eyes locked again with the stream as she spoke. "I'm sorry. I know I was cruel to you the other day... and I'm sorry." The tension broke within the air, and Colin knelt beside her.
"I don't understand what I did."
"I guess it is to do with how we ended up together, partially... and that Brin is on her way... and when put with everything else... I just don't know."
"I'm sorry this happened," Colin said, gesturing to her stomach.
"You were no more at fault than I. I could have told you no. I know that much."
Longer they sat and Emalia poured her thoughts out to Colin. Gradually working herself around to telling him the discovery she had made in the still moment of the morning. As though through magic, Colin had forgiven her... and more importantly, she had begun to forgive herself. They sat over a brunch of apples, blackberries, and partially stale bread discussing Nephesh, then Brin, then themselves. Having made up in more than a few ways, they watched the clouds from beneath the trembling tree leaves.
Emalia took in a breath, and again, time seemed to slow down for her. She would seek Jayden for the other side of the story. She would find out what he thought, and weigh them together. If the stars lined up, then perhaps - just perhaps - she would be on her way north. For now, however, just the knowledge that Colin was beside her again, after how much she believed she didn't want it, put her in a calming rest. Her only residual thought as she lay there making out shapes in the sky was to wonder what had happened to him to give him the odd twitch in his neck.
Emalia sat on the edge of the cliff at the overlook, her eyes riveted on the dead air before her. Only briefly did she think of Hellstrom as she sat down. Her thoughts were mainly on the course of events that had now taken place, and whether or not she had given fate and destiny a chuckle.
She had gone home and told Colin everything and as always, he was there for her, comforting her. She fell asleep in his arms, feeling a bit better and woke the next morning - this morning - dragging Colin to the Jihad compound for a visit with Nephesh. Grobnak be damned, she was going to see the boy now that he was again awake.
The guards should have been her first indication of things to come. The questioning, wary eyes that locked on her as if wondering what she was doing there. After a bit of wandering, they had located Nephesh and all was joy... for a moment. The halfling had been under the impression that the journey had proceeded without him, which triggered Emalia's painful thoughts, which led to her finding out that even Nephesh knew what the Temple was for.
Emalia's mind - snapped. She wanted nothing to do with anyone. In her mind, they were all frauds. The innocents were not at all innocent. She had been duped. She squatted on the ground and let come from her the most soul rending sobs she could muster. Then... then... it happened. The calm.
Like the inside congealing outside, her very lifeforce seeped from her to form a cocoon. It hardened about her - keeping everyone out. From within, she could hear nothing but constant static. There was nothing to see, for the part of her sending for the shield was pure emotion. Only when she realized she was doing it, did she look up and break her focus slightly, right as the boy used his magic to enter her shield.
No sooner had she dropped her force and Nephesh's spell of rejuvenation landed, than the rage within her finally gripped her. She loathed her weaknesses - how could she protect herself if the boy could intrude upon what took her mortal soul to create? If he could get through, anyone with some sort of ability could. Curses upon the journey - for if she couldn't seal herself trying her hardest - she and her child would never be safe. How could she trust anyone to be what they claimed? Her mind snapped shut like a vice - people deserved to die by the RoK, they were vermin.
Her words poured out and seemed to solidify into daggers. She cut into Nephesh with her dark stare, then straight into the heart of Colin when she sent him off with the engagement ring she had thrown at him.
She cast a spell to leave, only to return moments later for her pack. There she saw the effects of her wrath in the form of a sobbing child. Her heart softened a bit, enough to offer an apology. Regardless, if anything else, Nephesh was still a boy.
And so she ended up here - leaving Nephesh to his rest. She wouldn't go home... should Colin be there (which she doubted, but she didn't want to face him). She wouldn't go to the Guardians (no matter that they had no idea of her dilemma and, indeed, may have been the help she truly needed), she wouldn't stay at the compound (she had definitely had enough of finding out just how many others knew about the Temple). Lastly, she wouldn't be going to the Temple, for without being able to protect herself, fate and destiny could shove it. No, she would sleep in the woods tonight, away from people... and everything else.
Still not yet night, she laid upon the grass and put a hand on what would be Brin within her flat belly. She thought of the childs' father and her soul sunk... she had been so cruel. Then she thought of the power she had commanded for the first time. Of all the times she had tried - only once was she sufficiently enraged did it work... what could that mean? She drifted off - the effects of the rejuvenation spell wearing down, her spirit completely drained beyond the spell. Her last thought before her deep, dreamless slumber was hoping that Nephesh would forgive her missing the morning prayers.
She had gone home and told Colin everything and as always, he was there for her, comforting her. She fell asleep in his arms, feeling a bit better and woke the next morning - this morning - dragging Colin to the Jihad compound for a visit with Nephesh. Grobnak be damned, she was going to see the boy now that he was again awake.
The guards should have been her first indication of things to come. The questioning, wary eyes that locked on her as if wondering what she was doing there. After a bit of wandering, they had located Nephesh and all was joy... for a moment. The halfling had been under the impression that the journey had proceeded without him, which triggered Emalia's painful thoughts, which led to her finding out that even Nephesh knew what the Temple was for.
Emalia's mind - snapped. She wanted nothing to do with anyone. In her mind, they were all frauds. The innocents were not at all innocent. She had been duped. She squatted on the ground and let come from her the most soul rending sobs she could muster. Then... then... it happened. The calm.
Like the inside congealing outside, her very lifeforce seeped from her to form a cocoon. It hardened about her - keeping everyone out. From within, she could hear nothing but constant static. There was nothing to see, for the part of her sending for the shield was pure emotion. Only when she realized she was doing it, did she look up and break her focus slightly, right as the boy used his magic to enter her shield.
No sooner had she dropped her force and Nephesh's spell of rejuvenation landed, than the rage within her finally gripped her. She loathed her weaknesses - how could she protect herself if the boy could intrude upon what took her mortal soul to create? If he could get through, anyone with some sort of ability could. Curses upon the journey - for if she couldn't seal herself trying her hardest - she and her child would never be safe. How could she trust anyone to be what they claimed? Her mind snapped shut like a vice - people deserved to die by the RoK, they were vermin.
Her words poured out and seemed to solidify into daggers. She cut into Nephesh with her dark stare, then straight into the heart of Colin when she sent him off with the engagement ring she had thrown at him.
She cast a spell to leave, only to return moments later for her pack. There she saw the effects of her wrath in the form of a sobbing child. Her heart softened a bit, enough to offer an apology. Regardless, if anything else, Nephesh was still a boy.
And so she ended up here - leaving Nephesh to his rest. She wouldn't go home... should Colin be there (which she doubted, but she didn't want to face him). She wouldn't go to the Guardians (no matter that they had no idea of her dilemma and, indeed, may have been the help she truly needed), she wouldn't stay at the compound (she had definitely had enough of finding out just how many others knew about the Temple). Lastly, she wouldn't be going to the Temple, for without being able to protect herself, fate and destiny could shove it. No, she would sleep in the woods tonight, away from people... and everything else.
Still not yet night, she laid upon the grass and put a hand on what would be Brin within her flat belly. She thought of the childs' father and her soul sunk... she had been so cruel. Then she thought of the power she had commanded for the first time. Of all the times she had tried - only once was she sufficiently enraged did it work... what could that mean? She drifted off - the effects of the rejuvenation spell wearing down, her spirit completely drained beyond the spell. Her last thought before her deep, dreamless slumber was hoping that Nephesh would forgive her missing the morning prayers.
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