April 2, 2010Ian
Sahren looked up to the man, literally, and figuratively from the new interest blooming onto the lines of her features, something fierce to them, a hunger that even nervousness and fear cant’ quite contain. “So much work to do…Y-yes, that I can see…So much work for you to do, and so much in your hands. [...]
read More »
April 1, 2010Ian
She was watching him now, interest a soft blue flicker of flame in her gaze “How did you cope with what you were? What you can do…I don’t even know myself anymore, I was happy…And now I feel so lost, lost in the mists I’m supposed to become a controller of. My gift controls me, [...]
read More »
March 31, 2010Ian
The attempt turned out to be pointless. Less than a half hour later, Anrui was back on the beach. Dawn shuddered over the horizon, leaving the outline of massive gouges where the Gault ship had beached the night before, as well as trails of footprints leading up to the main quadrangle, where still lay the [...]
read More »
March 30, 2010Ian
Even among the mists and the lightning, the two carved an awesome path against each other, primal rage meeting incredible focus – but none could say which of the two embodied what. The Gault chief’s sword was a blur of black steel, meeting the massive sword of light at every turn and – - the [...]
read More »
March 28, 2010Ian
Anrui saw the last of his students emerge. Among them was Sahren, barefooted and rosy cheeked, freshly plucked from the flowerbed of sleep. Lithe, wiry muscles bunching and contracting beneath the thick cotton of her nightgown, adrenaline surged as she sprinted to the call of her teachers, running headlong into fear. Far from her usual [...]
read More »
March 26, 2010Ian
A burning pain in Anrui’s shoulder wrapped icy fingers around his chest and heaved him out of the calm warm river of his dreams, depositing him on the cool sweat-coated sheets of his bed. It took a moment for him to realize where he was; back in the real world, back at Lockwood. Unable to [...]
read More »
March 24, 2010Ian
Sahren chewed on the words a moment, looking down to watch the surf lapping at the sand, refraining from looking at him as she spoke. “There was an accident on the farm, Pa got trapped under the harvesting thresher, there was blood everywhere and Jarn the farm hand was screaming….I ran to help – I [...]
read More »
March 22, 2010Ian
Sahren stood agape, completely taken aback by the change in the man – her Instructor – watching him with near open-mouthed surprise. Nearly taking a step back as he springs forward but instead she finds herself swaying towards him, even letting a smile slip across her own lips – infected by his enthusiasm. “I don’t [...]
read More »
March 20, 2010Ian
Sahren was late again, the girl’s long legged sprint proving her penitence for her tardiness at the very least. Easily as tall as most men, each stride sent sprays of sand after her, flaxen hair an unkempt flag glowing in the morning sun. Still trying to straighten out the rough wool tunic and properly tighten [...]
read More »
March 19, 2010Ian
“Don’t get me wrong,” Anrui said sternly, folding his hands over his chest. “Summoners are highly prized and have massive potential, but power is only as good as the one wielding it. A healer who yearns to kill is useless to anyone, just as a talented swordsman may go unused at the ploughshare if he [...]
read More »