War of the Immortals
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Garath
Garath looked at Torin with a smile before he looked at the mirror. Good, they were all together- it was time to hit one of the them hard. He looked at the white mage and thought that he was someone that might enjoy where he was going to put him and chanted the words to a spell. He began laughing when he saw Cristian disappear on the mirror.
Torin turned to him, "Where did you send him."
Garath grinned at him, "Where he will blend in. I am sure that he will like it."
Garath looked at Torin with a smile before he looked at the mirror. Good, they were all together- it was time to hit one of the them hard. He looked at the white mage and thought that he was someone that might enjoy where he was going to put him and chanted the words to a spell. He began laughing when he saw Cristian disappear on the mirror.
Torin turned to him, "Where did you send him."
Garath grinned at him, "Where he will blend in. I am sure that he will like it."
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Lokken watched Christian dissapear. "Belial, grant me strength to kill this enemy to dimensions", he pleaded as a black glow surrounded him. His muscles bulged out, veins rippling. Pure energy began to fly through the air. He opened a portal. "Woman and Cryo, your help is needed", he said, motioning to the Elf woman and the Elemental.
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Cristian
Cristian looked around in shock, one moment he was outside of his tower and now he was....where was he! He looked around and all he saw was snow. Suddenly a blast of wind came out of nowhere and hit him, chilling him to the bone. He tried to focus on a spell to warm himself up but when he closed his eyes he realized to his dismay that he had lost the use of his magic again.
He looked up at the sky and shouted out, "How can I defeat a person who can do this to me. My power is not even half of what his is and you expect me to be one of the lights of this war! There is no way that I can do that....why don't you just kill me now and get it over with!" but the wind drowned out his shouts.
He then looked around and decided that it would be best to move- or he would surely freeze to death in the middle of this accursed white wasteland.
Cristian looked around in shock, one moment he was outside of his tower and now he was....where was he! He looked around and all he saw was snow. Suddenly a blast of wind came out of nowhere and hit him, chilling him to the bone. He tried to focus on a spell to warm himself up but when he closed his eyes he realized to his dismay that he had lost the use of his magic again.
He looked up at the sky and shouted out, "How can I defeat a person who can do this to me. My power is not even half of what his is and you expect me to be one of the lights of this war! There is no way that I can do that....why don't you just kill me now and get it over with!" but the wind drowned out his shouts.
He then looked around and decided that it would be best to move- or he would surely freeze to death in the middle of this accursed white wasteland.
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"Would you come in here for a minute?"
Garret looked at his mother curiously. She never wanted to talk to him. This was a very strict house, no one talked to him or his sister unless they wanted something done. There was something in her voice hoever, that stated otherwise.
He followed her into the other room. The shades had been drawn, constricting the light inside the room. It felt tight, and cold. He found it was hard to breathe in here.
"I saw you today."
A lump came to his throat. She couldn't have seen, they were far away, in the forest, it was imposs...
"Garret, I thought I told you to never do that again."
His eyes, which stared at his mother in curiousity, and then fear, now slowly made their way down to the floor. He nodded solemnly. One night, he had fallen out of the hayloft, he was so angry the entire place burst into flames, just burst into flames. His family had seen it, and they never forgave him.
"Do you want what happened to the barn to happen again? Maybe to me, or your sister."
Anger flushed up to his cheeks, "Mother, I know how..."
She raised one hand effortlessly, his voice drifted away as soon as it had come. All of a sudden the room felt even tighter than before.
"Don't talk unless I am finished Garret. You know that, do you want your father to get the whip and remind you."
He shook his head furiously. No boy ever wanted the whip from his father. He was almost a man, but still felt fear every time his mother mentioned the whip.
"All right then. Garret, I want you to promise me something. Promise me to never use it again, you hear me? NEVER use it again."
Garret shook his head again, "but Mom, there's nothing wrong with..."
She slapped him across the face. Garret fell down holding his cheek. Pain hit him with amazing warmth. His cheek felt as if it was on fire.
It didn't hurt, his mother didn't hit him that hard. The pain came from him looking up at his mother, who simply stood there, her cold eyes staring back at him.
"See what you made me do?" She leaned down, pulling him to her breast. He cried into her bosom, not exactly knowing where the tears had come from, but knowing that his mother was holding him, and it would be all right.
"Hush, hush calm down now. It's all right, there..." she rocked him back and forth slowly. He felt safe in his mother's arms. A deep satisfaction that only a child being cradled in his mothers love could know.
"Promise me Garret, please promise me."
Garret nodded, he would promise her anything, anything so she could still love him. He didn't care about how good it felt doing that, he didn't care at all, except if he promised to stop his mother would love him.
"That's good dear," she helped him up, wiping the tears from his eyes, "Now run along, your father is ready for your practice behind the stables."
Garret gave her a smile, then quickly ran out the door. Rana was playing in the yard, she looked at him curiously.
"What happened?"
"Nothing, she just wanted to talk."
Rana cocked her head to the side, "Then why were you cring."
Garret turned away from her and ran back behind the stables. The fresh air felt good in his lungs, better than that stuffy room. He stretched out, welcoming the early evening with open arms.
"You ready?" His father handed him a sword and then moved into a fighting stance. Garret nodded, getting into one of his own.
Garret looked at his mother curiously. She never wanted to talk to him. This was a very strict house, no one talked to him or his sister unless they wanted something done. There was something in her voice hoever, that stated otherwise.
He followed her into the other room. The shades had been drawn, constricting the light inside the room. It felt tight, and cold. He found it was hard to breathe in here.
"I saw you today."
A lump came to his throat. She couldn't have seen, they were far away, in the forest, it was imposs...
"Garret, I thought I told you to never do that again."
His eyes, which stared at his mother in curiousity, and then fear, now slowly made their way down to the floor. He nodded solemnly. One night, he had fallen out of the hayloft, he was so angry the entire place burst into flames, just burst into flames. His family had seen it, and they never forgave him.
"Do you want what happened to the barn to happen again? Maybe to me, or your sister."
Anger flushed up to his cheeks, "Mother, I know how..."
She raised one hand effortlessly, his voice drifted away as soon as it had come. All of a sudden the room felt even tighter than before.
"Don't talk unless I am finished Garret. You know that, do you want your father to get the whip and remind you."
He shook his head furiously. No boy ever wanted the whip from his father. He was almost a man, but still felt fear every time his mother mentioned the whip.
"All right then. Garret, I want you to promise me something. Promise me to never use it again, you hear me? NEVER use it again."
Garret shook his head again, "but Mom, there's nothing wrong with..."
She slapped him across the face. Garret fell down holding his cheek. Pain hit him with amazing warmth. His cheek felt as if it was on fire.
It didn't hurt, his mother didn't hit him that hard. The pain came from him looking up at his mother, who simply stood there, her cold eyes staring back at him.
"See what you made me do?" She leaned down, pulling him to her breast. He cried into her bosom, not exactly knowing where the tears had come from, but knowing that his mother was holding him, and it would be all right.
"Hush, hush calm down now. It's all right, there..." she rocked him back and forth slowly. He felt safe in his mother's arms. A deep satisfaction that only a child being cradled in his mothers love could know.
"Promise me Garret, please promise me."
Garret nodded, he would promise her anything, anything so she could still love him. He didn't care about how good it felt doing that, he didn't care at all, except if he promised to stop his mother would love him.
"That's good dear," she helped him up, wiping the tears from his eyes, "Now run along, your father is ready for your practice behind the stables."
Garret gave her a smile, then quickly ran out the door. Rana was playing in the yard, she looked at him curiously.
"What happened?"
"Nothing, she just wanted to talk."
Rana cocked her head to the side, "Then why were you cring."
Garret turned away from her and ran back behind the stables. The fresh air felt good in his lungs, better than that stuffy room. He stretched out, welcoming the early evening with open arms.
"You ready?" His father handed him a sword and then moved into a fighting stance. Garret nodded, getting into one of his own.
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Adriana screamed as she saw Cristian disappear. She knew that whereever he went he would be helpless without his magic and without her he did not have his magic.
Without thinking, she plunged into the portal that the man opened, her heart racing. She would be afraid later-now she needed to find Cristian.
Without thinking, she plunged into the portal that the man opened, her heart racing. She would be afraid later-now she needed to find Cristian.
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As Cristian stumbled around he thought to himself If I ever get out of this alive I will look like Ether. As he walked along he felt that his legs were getting tired and knew that he needed to sleep, yes sleep all I want to do is sleep.
NO! he told himself. I have to survive, for no other reason than to see Garath die. He then spotted a cave and ran towards it- not even caring what was in there. When he reached the cave he saw that there weren't any tracks leading in and out of it and took it as a good sign. Cristian walked into the cave and looked around but the darkness just seemed to suck everything away before he could see it.
Cristian sat down on a large rock and began to shiver. He was so cold, all he needed was a fire but without his magic there was no way that he could make one and he didn't see any trees out side of the cave. He sat back and blew into his hands, hoping that he would stay alive long enough for someone to find him and help him.
NO! he told himself. I have to survive, for no other reason than to see Garath die. He then spotted a cave and ran towards it- not even caring what was in there. When he reached the cave he saw that there weren't any tracks leading in and out of it and took it as a good sign. Cristian walked into the cave and looked around but the darkness just seemed to suck everything away before he could see it.
Cristian sat down on a large rock and began to shiver. He was so cold, all he needed was a fire but without his magic there was no way that he could make one and he didn't see any trees out side of the cave. He sat back and blew into his hands, hoping that he would stay alive long enough for someone to find him and help him.
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Ether was in great pain, being this close to such a source of heat. He looket at loken with a firy hate. "You are lucky for the situation, else I would strike you down now."
He could feel Cryo's strength flood back into him, being so neer his true rival. Exerting his will, he let out a roar and froze the entire cavarn. Lokken barely managed to set up a protection spell around himself when the air suddenly chilled, and because adrianna was gripping Lokken, she was protected too.
"Impressive" sail Lokken coldly, looking around the white lavaflow. looking behind him, he noticed with annoyance that his demonds were forever frozen with the rest of the river.
Ether drew his Blizzard Katana. The blue blade eminated with a cold felt through Lokkens barrior. Adrianna was scared beyond her whits. It's a wonder that she hasn't fainted yet. Pointing the mennacing blade to Lokken he said "You are going to take us to the Fannican Ice caps." Ether's anger was apparent, because even in the cold cavern, a thick mist was forming around him.
He could feel Cryo's strength flood back into him, being so neer his true rival. Exerting his will, he let out a roar and froze the entire cavarn. Lokken barely managed to set up a protection spell around himself when the air suddenly chilled, and because adrianna was gripping Lokken, she was protected too.
"Impressive" sail Lokken coldly, looking around the white lavaflow. looking behind him, he noticed with annoyance that his demonds were forever frozen with the rest of the river.
Ether drew his Blizzard Katana. The blue blade eminated with a cold felt through Lokkens barrior. Adrianna was scared beyond her whits. It's a wonder that she hasn't fainted yet. Pointing the mennacing blade to Lokken he said "You are going to take us to the Fannican Ice caps." Ether's anger was apparent, because even in the cold cavern, a thick mist was forming around him.
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Adriana looked at both men and something inside her broke. Here they were quareling like children when Cristian-her one true friend-was somewhere and probably in danger.
Her eyes narrowed and she felt a cold rage begin in her. "Stop it!," She screamed at both of them,"I want someone to take me to where Cristian is and I want someone to do it NOW!"
She felt something building up inside her as her worry for the mage grew. She felt as if she was going to explode.
Her eyes narrowed and she felt a cold rage begin in her. "Stop it!," She screamed at both of them,"I want someone to take me to where Cristian is and I want someone to do it NOW!"
She felt something building up inside her as her worry for the mage grew. She felt as if she was going to explode.
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Ether scowled. This was the oportunity he wanted. Adrianna angry in Lokkend presance.
As she shouted, Both men noticed that Lokken lost his magic. For Ether, this was a curse of circumstance though, because though now he can kill him at will, he cannot if he wants to see christian again. Stupid fates. he did get some cynical pleasure in watching Lokken squirm.
"Belial, Great belial, how can this be? I am the most powerful wizard ever, and you take away my magic!?" he obviously did not know about adriana. But he'll learn soon enough.
"Adrianna, calm down" Ether said. "The more exasperated you get, the harder it is for us to get christian back. Remember your curse." She refused to calm down.
"No, I won't calm down. Someone had better do something or I don't know what I'd do! Why I'd***" Ether apologized and clunked her on the head, knocking her out. Lokken, upon getting his magic back, regained his composure in sudden understanding.
"So this little one can dispell magic. she can be a big help in regaining my status as most powerful mage"
"You touch her and I'll make sure you suffer when I kill you! now take us back to the tower"
As she shouted, Both men noticed that Lokken lost his magic. For Ether, this was a curse of circumstance though, because though now he can kill him at will, he cannot if he wants to see christian again. Stupid fates. he did get some cynical pleasure in watching Lokken squirm.
"Belial, Great belial, how can this be? I am the most powerful wizard ever, and you take away my magic!?" he obviously did not know about adriana. But he'll learn soon enough.
"Adrianna, calm down" Ether said. "The more exasperated you get, the harder it is for us to get christian back. Remember your curse." She refused to calm down.
"No, I won't calm down. Someone had better do something or I don't know what I'd do! Why I'd***" Ether apologized and clunked her on the head, knocking her out. Lokken, upon getting his magic back, regained his composure in sudden understanding.
"So this little one can dispell magic. she can be a big help in regaining my status as most powerful mage"
"You touch her and I'll make sure you suffer when I kill you! now take us back to the tower"
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Garath
Garath looked at the mirror with a smile and saw that the people that were in league with the white mage were nowhere near helping him. He then looked at the white mage who was still in the cave, huddled up and trying to keep warm but obviously to no avail. He then thought of something he could do to get the mage warmed up very quickly and waved his hand over the mirror. Torin turned to him when he saw Garath wave his hand and said, "What have you done mage?"
"Something that will liven things up a bit, wait and watch," Garath said before he began laughing.
Garath looked at the mirror with a smile and saw that the people that were in league with the white mage were nowhere near helping him. He then looked at the white mage who was still in the cave, huddled up and trying to keep warm but obviously to no avail. He then thought of something he could do to get the mage warmed up very quickly and waved his hand over the mirror. Torin turned to him when he saw Garath wave his hand and said, "What have you done mage?"
"Something that will liven things up a bit, wait and watch," Garath said before he began laughing.
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Cristian
Cristian closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on even the simplest of cantrips but found that still nothing would come to him. He hated the way that he was, he couldn't use his magic without Adriana being around but that would put her in danger and that was something that he could not do.
Just then he heard a low growl that made him open his eyes quickly and look into the cave again but again saw nothing until two red, glowing eyes appeared in the dark, followed by another and another until four pairs of eyes were looking at him. Cristian got to his feet and began to back towards the entrance to the cave but before he could a shape bounded out of the darkness and slammed into him, causing him to slide across the ground and out of the cave.
Cristian looked up at the thing that had knocked him down and saw that it looked like a big wolf except that it had no fur and sharp claws. Suddenly the thing that had knocked him down backed away, allowing him to get to his feet but before he could figure out why one of the other creatures bounded towards him then swiped at him with its claws which caught him across the abdomen....creating a large gash which caused blood to drip onto the snow and Cristian to scream out.
Cristian closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on even the simplest of cantrips but found that still nothing would come to him. He hated the way that he was, he couldn't use his magic without Adriana being around but that would put her in danger and that was something that he could not do.
Just then he heard a low growl that made him open his eyes quickly and look into the cave again but again saw nothing until two red, glowing eyes appeared in the dark, followed by another and another until four pairs of eyes were looking at him. Cristian got to his feet and began to back towards the entrance to the cave but before he could a shape bounded out of the darkness and slammed into him, causing him to slide across the ground and out of the cave.
Cristian looked up at the thing that had knocked him down and saw that it looked like a big wolf except that it had no fur and sharp claws. Suddenly the thing that had knocked him down backed away, allowing him to get to his feet but before he could figure out why one of the other creatures bounded towards him then swiped at him with its claws which caught him across the abdomen....creating a large gash which caused blood to drip onto the snow and Cristian to scream out.
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"Thats enough for one day," his father said, sheathing his sword.
Sweat glistened from Garret's forehead. His arms, beginning to develop well rounded muscles, were tan and shiny. He used a towel to wipe himself clean.
The sun was now low in the horizon, a few hours before it would be out completely. Garret breathed in deeply, tasting the day, the memories of earlier seemed to have dispeared as he worked out.
Handing back his sword Garret looked at the stables.
"Father, can Rana and I go for a short ride, before bed."
He looked up at the sky, nonchalantly putting away their swords. A small bird began it's evening song.
"It's getting late..." he mused.
"We'll only go for a short ride, please?"
He knew his father drew out the silence on purpose. Even the bird stopped his calling, waiting for the answer. Garret's breath was caught in his throat.
"All right, but a short one, just out to the stream and back."
Garret cheered, runnning to get his sister. She was still playing in the yard, her summer dress stained with dirt.
"Come on, Father said we could ride!"
Joy came to her face as she followed Garret into the stables. They each went to their horses, both presents from their parents.
Garret approached a brown stallion, still not fully grown. He called it Wyld, because the first day it came here, it was so out of control Father and two other men had to tackle it down. He patted it's head gently as he got up on the steed's back.
Rana's horse was a small mare. She called it Chocolate, Garret guessed because chocolate was he favorite food, and because it sort of look like chocolate. He had to squint from far off, but it did look a little like chocolate.
"Come on," he said, kicking the horse in it's side. Off they were, in a nice gallop. Rana was right behind him, squealing and laughing at the wind. He had to smile, there was nothing like an evening ride.
A long time ago, his father and grandfather had made hundreds of paths into the woods and surrounding areas. They lived far off from any city, and had no neighbors. So they entire lay of the land more or less belonged to them. Often Garret and his sister would follow these trails, or occasionally make their own.
Garret tuned sharply to the left, taking one of the longer trails that led to the stream. Rana followed.
He loved this one the best, of all the trails. One because it was cut into one of the deepest parts of the forest, and another because there was a huge rotting log in the path. He would jump it every chance he got.
Coming up to it now, he let the reigns loose on Wyld's head. The horse almost nodded in agreement speeding up for the challenge. He looked behind him for a minute, his eyes met Rana's. He winked at her.
The horse flew across the log with perfect grace. It landed on the other side, gracefully touching down. Wyld's stride never faltered, he continued to run.
As much as Garret wanted him to, he had to pull back on the reigns. He turned the horse around, waiting for Rana. It took her a while to go around, the log was enormous. A testiment of time, as if to just lie there and say to the world, yes there is life after death.
He stood up on the stirrups, but couldn't see her. She should have been around by now. He looked down one side of the log, and then another. She wasn't there.
He saw her, charging the log. A lump came to his throat. No, she wasn't going to jump it was she? She couldn't jump it, her horse was too small.
"NO!"
Helplessly he watched her, a twinkle in her eye. She aprroached the log, with nothing but fear and anticipation on her face. Garret bit his lower lip.
Actually, the horse almost made it. it's front feet cleared the log, landing cleanly on the other side. It's stomach, while coming very close, too close for Garret's comfort, still made it over. It was the horse's backlegs that held it up. The horse stopped in mid air, caught on the log.
Everything seemed to go in slow motion from then on. He watched as Rana tumbled out of the saddle, as if she were in a jar of their mother's molasses. Her body jolted hitting the ground with a deadening thud.
The horse, still caught, kicked the log effortlessly. Finally Chocolate got one of her hooves into the bark and thrusted herself off of the log. He saw a cut on the inside of one of her legs, but it didn't register to him.
In a flash he was off of Wyld, running over to Rana. She laid there, her hands tossed like a rag doll onto the ground. She stared at the sky with open eyes, he fell down next to her, tears swelling in his eyes.
"Are you all right, please tell me you are all right."
At first there was nothing. For a moment he thought she was dead. Her eyes stared into the evening twilight. She simply laid there lifeless, dead to the world.
After a pause that could have lasted until eternity, she closed her eyes. Garret hugged her tightly, never wanting to let her go.
"Are you ok?"
She nodded, "Yeah, just a scratch."
They both giggled nervously. Garret lifted up her dress slightly. Her right leg was bloody and purple. Her leg was straight, until it came to that one spot where it turned slightly to the right. He winced at the sight of it. It was broken, no doubt about it.
Garret looked up at the sky, even if they left now it would be days before they could reach a healer. There was no one who could help her. Not to mention his mouther, what would she say if he came back with his sister's leg broken.
She would blame him, they both would blame him. He hugged his sister gently, not wanting to break anything else.
"Can you fix it?"
Garret looked at her. He didn't understand what she had just said. Fix it? How could he fix it? She must have hit her heard harder than he thought. She saw this in his face.
"The thing you do with the flower, can you do that to me?"
A look of fear hit his face. She was asking him to break a promise, one his mother made him keep not two hours before. He didn't want to go against his mother, anyone but her. Still, one look into his sister's eyes. The pain that seeped through them, and into him. How could he say no.
"Ok," he almost whispered.
Garret placed his hands gently on either side of her leg. She winced just the same, looking at it for the first time.
Garret closed his eyes, feeling for the pain. It seeped into him, a dull red roar touching his fingers. He took it inside him, letting it consume his heart. He had to take the pain away from her.
He let the body do it's own work from there. The body, just like the plant would naturally grow, and heal, he just helped it. He speeded up the process, is all.
Her leg striaghtened out, the purple and red blotches fading out, and then disappearing all together. He could feel the muscles inside forming, regrouping, joining up again.
He opened his eyes, leaning back. A perfect white leg stared back up at him. It matched the other one to a T. He smiled, as the world floted back to him in jolts. Rana arose, hugging him. He hugged her back, glad that she was safe.
The sun was now getting low in the sky, almost gone. If they weren't in the forest, he knew he could have seen a star already shining in the evening's twilight.
He quickly went to his horse.
"Come on, we need to get home."
Rana nodded, walking back over to Chocolate.
Sweat glistened from Garret's forehead. His arms, beginning to develop well rounded muscles, were tan and shiny. He used a towel to wipe himself clean.
The sun was now low in the horizon, a few hours before it would be out completely. Garret breathed in deeply, tasting the day, the memories of earlier seemed to have dispeared as he worked out.
Handing back his sword Garret looked at the stables.
"Father, can Rana and I go for a short ride, before bed."
He looked up at the sky, nonchalantly putting away their swords. A small bird began it's evening song.
"It's getting late..." he mused.
"We'll only go for a short ride, please?"
He knew his father drew out the silence on purpose. Even the bird stopped his calling, waiting for the answer. Garret's breath was caught in his throat.
"All right, but a short one, just out to the stream and back."
Garret cheered, runnning to get his sister. She was still playing in the yard, her summer dress stained with dirt.
"Come on, Father said we could ride!"
Joy came to her face as she followed Garret into the stables. They each went to their horses, both presents from their parents.
Garret approached a brown stallion, still not fully grown. He called it Wyld, because the first day it came here, it was so out of control Father and two other men had to tackle it down. He patted it's head gently as he got up on the steed's back.
Rana's horse was a small mare. She called it Chocolate, Garret guessed because chocolate was he favorite food, and because it sort of look like chocolate. He had to squint from far off, but it did look a little like chocolate.
"Come on," he said, kicking the horse in it's side. Off they were, in a nice gallop. Rana was right behind him, squealing and laughing at the wind. He had to smile, there was nothing like an evening ride.
A long time ago, his father and grandfather had made hundreds of paths into the woods and surrounding areas. They lived far off from any city, and had no neighbors. So they entire lay of the land more or less belonged to them. Often Garret and his sister would follow these trails, or occasionally make their own.
Garret tuned sharply to the left, taking one of the longer trails that led to the stream. Rana followed.
He loved this one the best, of all the trails. One because it was cut into one of the deepest parts of the forest, and another because there was a huge rotting log in the path. He would jump it every chance he got.
Coming up to it now, he let the reigns loose on Wyld's head. The horse almost nodded in agreement speeding up for the challenge. He looked behind him for a minute, his eyes met Rana's. He winked at her.
The horse flew across the log with perfect grace. It landed on the other side, gracefully touching down. Wyld's stride never faltered, he continued to run.
As much as Garret wanted him to, he had to pull back on the reigns. He turned the horse around, waiting for Rana. It took her a while to go around, the log was enormous. A testiment of time, as if to just lie there and say to the world, yes there is life after death.
He stood up on the stirrups, but couldn't see her. She should have been around by now. He looked down one side of the log, and then another. She wasn't there.
He saw her, charging the log. A lump came to his throat. No, she wasn't going to jump it was she? She couldn't jump it, her horse was too small.
"NO!"
Helplessly he watched her, a twinkle in her eye. She aprroached the log, with nothing but fear and anticipation on her face. Garret bit his lower lip.
Actually, the horse almost made it. it's front feet cleared the log, landing cleanly on the other side. It's stomach, while coming very close, too close for Garret's comfort, still made it over. It was the horse's backlegs that held it up. The horse stopped in mid air, caught on the log.
Everything seemed to go in slow motion from then on. He watched as Rana tumbled out of the saddle, as if she were in a jar of their mother's molasses. Her body jolted hitting the ground with a deadening thud.
The horse, still caught, kicked the log effortlessly. Finally Chocolate got one of her hooves into the bark and thrusted herself off of the log. He saw a cut on the inside of one of her legs, but it didn't register to him.
In a flash he was off of Wyld, running over to Rana. She laid there, her hands tossed like a rag doll onto the ground. She stared at the sky with open eyes, he fell down next to her, tears swelling in his eyes.
"Are you all right, please tell me you are all right."
At first there was nothing. For a moment he thought she was dead. Her eyes stared into the evening twilight. She simply laid there lifeless, dead to the world.
After a pause that could have lasted until eternity, she closed her eyes. Garret hugged her tightly, never wanting to let her go.
"Are you ok?"
She nodded, "Yeah, just a scratch."
They both giggled nervously. Garret lifted up her dress slightly. Her right leg was bloody and purple. Her leg was straight, until it came to that one spot where it turned slightly to the right. He winced at the sight of it. It was broken, no doubt about it.
Garret looked up at the sky, even if they left now it would be days before they could reach a healer. There was no one who could help her. Not to mention his mouther, what would she say if he came back with his sister's leg broken.
She would blame him, they both would blame him. He hugged his sister gently, not wanting to break anything else.
"Can you fix it?"
Garret looked at her. He didn't understand what she had just said. Fix it? How could he fix it? She must have hit her heard harder than he thought. She saw this in his face.
"The thing you do with the flower, can you do that to me?"
A look of fear hit his face. She was asking him to break a promise, one his mother made him keep not two hours before. He didn't want to go against his mother, anyone but her. Still, one look into his sister's eyes. The pain that seeped through them, and into him. How could he say no.
"Ok," he almost whispered.
Garret placed his hands gently on either side of her leg. She winced just the same, looking at it for the first time.
Garret closed his eyes, feeling for the pain. It seeped into him, a dull red roar touching his fingers. He took it inside him, letting it consume his heart. He had to take the pain away from her.
He let the body do it's own work from there. The body, just like the plant would naturally grow, and heal, he just helped it. He speeded up the process, is all.
Her leg striaghtened out, the purple and red blotches fading out, and then disappearing all together. He could feel the muscles inside forming, regrouping, joining up again.
He opened his eyes, leaning back. A perfect white leg stared back up at him. It matched the other one to a T. He smiled, as the world floted back to him in jolts. Rana arose, hugging him. He hugged her back, glad that she was safe.
The sun was now getting low in the sky, almost gone. If they weren't in the forest, he knew he could have seen a star already shining in the evening's twilight.
He quickly went to his horse.
"Come on, we need to get home."
Rana nodded, walking back over to Chocolate.
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Just as Cristian thought that he was going to die out on this frozen wasteland he felt a wind against his face and looked over to see a portal slowly opened. He wondered what was coming through then as the portal closed it showed a very confused elven woman standing there, a bow with an arrow cocked in her hands.
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Isolde was stunned for a moment. She had been on the road watching a man walk into a portal and now she was here in a barren ice wasteland.
She was broken out of her wonder by a cry. A human cry followed by the keening of something definately not human. It was the cry of a preditor hunting prey.
Even in the dark of the cavern she found herself in, her elven hearing helped her zero in on the sounds moments before she saw the red eyes.
Aiming directly between the red orbs, she felled the beasts, one arrow quickly replacing another in rapid succession. She thanked her father's training and his insistance on striving for perfection.
After she could no longer see the red points of light, she searched around for the source of the human cries and found a man lying on the ground covered in blood and the tatters of a white robe. He was unconscious. She could not believe her eyes. A mage. Why had he not tried to defend himself with magic? Had he been surprised that much?
Questions later she decided as she grabbed him under the arms and dragged him further into the cave. He would not survive long so close to the cold and wind.
Reaching into the pouch at her side, she extracted a bag with some powder and spread it into his wounds. Placing her hands upon his wounds she uttered some words taught to her by her master and was rewarded as they closed up one by one. They did not heal all the way. She was not trained enough for that but it stopped the bleeding and took the majority of the pain away. He would have scars to remind him of his encounter, of that she was sure.
Having taken care of his wounds, she had to do something about his clothing. Her healing would be all for naught if he froze to death. Taking her leather vest off, she removed her tunic and then replaced the vest. She always wore her tunics too big for freedom of movement and bandages in a pinch.
Sliding the tunic over the man's head and putting his arms through the sleeve, she was relieved to see that, though it was a snug fit, it covered the exposed flesh.
Searching way to the back of the cave, Isolde found small sticks and branches. Whatever the things were they had built a sort of nest in the back of the cavern. Pulling out flint and steel from her bag, she soon had a fire going and pulled the man so that he could have full benifit of it.
Making sure that he was comfortable, she looked around the cavern again for the bodies of the attackers.
She was broken out of her wonder by a cry. A human cry followed by the keening of something definately not human. It was the cry of a preditor hunting prey.
Even in the dark of the cavern she found herself in, her elven hearing helped her zero in on the sounds moments before she saw the red eyes.
Aiming directly between the red orbs, she felled the beasts, one arrow quickly replacing another in rapid succession. She thanked her father's training and his insistance on striving for perfection.
After she could no longer see the red points of light, she searched around for the source of the human cries and found a man lying on the ground covered in blood and the tatters of a white robe. He was unconscious. She could not believe her eyes. A mage. Why had he not tried to defend himself with magic? Had he been surprised that much?
Questions later she decided as she grabbed him under the arms and dragged him further into the cave. He would not survive long so close to the cold and wind.
Reaching into the pouch at her side, she extracted a bag with some powder and spread it into his wounds. Placing her hands upon his wounds she uttered some words taught to her by her master and was rewarded as they closed up one by one. They did not heal all the way. She was not trained enough for that but it stopped the bleeding and took the majority of the pain away. He would have scars to remind him of his encounter, of that she was sure.
Having taken care of his wounds, she had to do something about his clothing. Her healing would be all for naught if he froze to death. Taking her leather vest off, she removed her tunic and then replaced the vest. She always wore her tunics too big for freedom of movement and bandages in a pinch.
Sliding the tunic over the man's head and putting his arms through the sleeve, she was relieved to see that, though it was a snug fit, it covered the exposed flesh.
Searching way to the back of the cave, Isolde found small sticks and branches. Whatever the things were they had built a sort of nest in the back of the cavern. Pulling out flint and steel from her bag, she soon had a fire going and pulled the man so that he could have full benifit of it.
Making sure that he was comfortable, she looked around the cavern again for the bodies of the attackers.
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Garath
Garath looked at the mirror in total anger, his plan to destroy the bothersome white mage had ended in total failure. Where had the elven woman come from and who had called her. He knew that the white mage could not have for he had lost the use of his magic so who called her!
He turned and threw a fireball, hitting one of the guards who turned to ashes before he could even scream out in pain. Torin smiled when he saw Garath's outburst of anger and said, "My, you do lose your temper quickly, now don't you."
Garath turned to Torin, "Do not test my paitence right now for I can and will destroy you. It seems that I have another enemy, now, who is she?"
Garath looked at the mirror in total anger, his plan to destroy the bothersome white mage had ended in total failure. Where had the elven woman come from and who had called her. He knew that the white mage could not have for he had lost the use of his magic so who called her!
He turned and threw a fireball, hitting one of the guards who turned to ashes before he could even scream out in pain. Torin smiled when he saw Garath's outburst of anger and said, "My, you do lose your temper quickly, now don't you."
Garath turned to Torin, "Do not test my paitence right now for I can and will destroy you. It seems that I have another enemy, now, who is she?"
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Isolde couldnt believe it. No bodies were to be found at all. Except for the mage's wounds and her arrows lying on the cavern floor, there were no signs that anything besides the two of them had been here.
Picking up one of the arrows, she saw what looked to be a black tarry substance. The smell was overwhelming and she gagged. Whoever or whatever had placed them in this cave had been powerful. Her sensitivity to magic told her that this was an evil and powerful magic. She shivered. She had been too caught up in the fight to even think about picking up magic vibrations while in the fight.
Another thought hit her then too. She had felt no magic aura around the mage. If he possessed magic it was too faint to detect. She knew he was not close enough to death to warrent his powers fading that much and it puzzled her greatly. He dressed as a white mage but did not possess the magic.
Hearing groans and stirrings from behind her, she picked up the rest of the arrows on the cavern floor and walked back to the man. Throwing the arrows and thier foul substance into the flames, she knelt beside him and watched as he opened his eyes.
"I am Isolde," she said,"you are safe now."
Picking up one of the arrows, she saw what looked to be a black tarry substance. The smell was overwhelming and she gagged. Whoever or whatever had placed them in this cave had been powerful. Her sensitivity to magic told her that this was an evil and powerful magic. She shivered. She had been too caught up in the fight to even think about picking up magic vibrations while in the fight.
Another thought hit her then too. She had felt no magic aura around the mage. If he possessed magic it was too faint to detect. She knew he was not close enough to death to warrent his powers fading that much and it puzzled her greatly. He dressed as a white mage but did not possess the magic.
Hearing groans and stirrings from behind her, she picked up the rest of the arrows on the cavern floor and walked back to the man. Throwing the arrows and thier foul substance into the flames, she knelt beside him and watched as he opened his eyes.
"I am Isolde," she said,"you are safe now."
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Cristian looked at the woman before him and said, "My name is Cristian and I thank you for saving my life."
He tried to get to his feet but as he did he felt a great shock of pain from his abdomen and placed his hand there then looked down to see that his robe was still there but it was hidden underneath a tunic. He then remember the creatures that had attacked him and looked around, trying to see if there were any about.
When he couldn't see any he realized that Garath had sent them, his reach was greater than he imagined! He looked into the fire, enjoying its warmth and light then turned to Isolde, "I have to ask this, where are you from. How did you get here and what were those things that attacked me?"
He tried to get to his feet but as he did he felt a great shock of pain from his abdomen and placed his hand there then looked down to see that his robe was still there but it was hidden underneath a tunic. He then remember the creatures that had attacked him and looked around, trying to see if there were any about.
When he couldn't see any he realized that Garath had sent them, his reach was greater than he imagined! He looked into the fire, enjoying its warmth and light then turned to Isolde, "I have to ask this, where are you from. How did you get here and what were those things that attacked me?"
