Fantasy Character Castle Chronicles n.1
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Alessio slowly glanced at Jericho, then Brendin, everything still not fully processing. But he was alive, Brendin was apparently still alive…It’s clear Jericho did what she thought best. It was too much like–
And just like that all his emotions clicked off and he didn’t feel a single thing for or against her. In the back of his mind he heard Nithel grunt an exclamation, but everything felt unreal.
“Can you walk?” Alessio asked Brendin uneasily. They had to make the best of their situation, no telling what the castle had in store for them next. He scanned the room and everyone in it, trying to assess strengths and weaknesses. Not that it did much either way.
“We can try to keep moving or we can rest here as long as someone keeps guard and we can take shifts there. If anyone has any supplies or unusual skills, I would prefer for it to be common knowledge to everyone so we can prepare more adequately in advance.” He hadn’t meant for that to sound pointed but, there it was. Alessio’s gaze slid back to Nithel a little concerned, before he continued.
“Those of you who have just now appeared, what we have established thus far is no one knows where we are or what is happening. None of us appear to be from the same world and no one appears to be wholly sane either. Further there are no noteworthy consistencies or patterns here so nothing can be predicted.
“I would recommend establishing an equivocally ‘safe’ parameter before determining our best course of action.”
Alessio knew better than to break down in a bad scenario. Save any stress and heartbreak for when you can die in bed. Truthfully, it wasn’t a matter of remaining calm so much as completely losing all sense of pain and fear in the heat of the moment.
But his hands hadn’t stopped shaking since Brendin sat up.To be a light to the world you must shine in the darkness.
Now we introduce them 🙂
Mayra reached the door at the end of the corridor. She listened to the voices coming from the other side, her hand raised over the door knob. Whatever was going to happen, whoever was in this room, she needed to be ready to prepare for the worst.
She pushed the door open. It swung aside slowly, and she silently stepped into the room.
“We can try to keep moving or we can rest here as long as someone keeps guard and we can take shifts there,” a male voice spoke up. “If anyone has any supplies or unusual skills, I would prefer for it to be common knowledge to everyone so we can prepare more adequately in advance.”
A group of people were in the room, standing near a bed. They surrounded a boy who was sitting up on it, as if he had just woken up. Her hand brushed against the knife at her side, ready to pull it out if necessary as she approached them, the shadows giving her cover. If there was one thing she was grateful for, it was her sneaking skills.
“Those of you who have just now appeared, what we have established thus far is no one knows where we are or what is happening,” a boy spoke up. “None of us appear to be from the same world and no one appears to be wholly sane either. Further there are no noteworthy consistencies or patterns here so nothing can be predicted. I would recommend establishing an equivocally ‘safe’ parameter before determining our best course of action.”
They glanced at each other, nodding in agreement.
She raised her eyes slightly, her gaze narrowing on the boy who had just spoken. He seemed to be about seventeen or so, like her, and had dark curly hair and olive skin. His expression was filled with determination. But there was something else about him, something that she couldn’t put her finger on. His eyes glanced past her as he looked around the room. His eyes. Now she knew what it was that disturbed her about them. There was a darkness, a sadness hiding deep within them.
He turned toward the boy on the bed. Then he froze and twisted around slowly. His dark eyes landed on her and they immediately widened. He let out a sound of surprise, and took a slight step back.
She had been spotted.
She didn’t move as one by one the group all turned towards her. They stared at her, shock and curiosity filling their gazes. She watched them silently through lowered eyes, her fists clenching.
They shifted amongst themselves, as if they weren’t sure what to make of her. She couldn’t see the others properly through her sheet of bangs, so she couldn’t really tell if they were all male.
Mayra stayed utterly still, watching them carefully. Waiting for them to speak. Or to attack.
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Yes!! Mwahahahaha!Alessio had assumed this day had maxed out on its trauma. Really? He just never gets a break, does he?
But he couldn’t lose the sense he was being watched, yes of course he was being watched. Everyone was looking at him, it was awkward, it was uncomfortable, it wasn’t even something he’d registered until this moment and guess what, he was done, didn’t even care, might as well die already. Couldn’t the world just stop a couple minutes for him to have a mental breakdown in peace?
Alessio’s gaze skimmed over everything determined to believe he was completely calm even if his insides trembled and nothing seemed to stop his heart from skyrocketing. In fact he was so calm he nearly jerked back with a stifled cry of surprise meeting the eyes of another strange newcomer.
Instinctively Alessio cursed himself for high startle reflexes, at the same time almost frantically soaking in her appearance. Every aspect of her built everything fancy calls fair, like an exotic flower. Just one visual blemish; aching burn tissue slithered from the right edge of her cheek down her neck and maybe farther. Hair red like the sparks of dying embers that half-hid her mismatched eyes.
Her hands were clenching tight and it didn’t take a genius to recognize that look; hungry, dead eyes flickering between darkness and pain. The last time he’d see that look was…it was in his eyes and that was why…Alessio shook off the memory, digging his nails into his hands to stop them shaking from the last mini-disaster. He stared at her a long time before finally speaking.
“That’s it I’m done,” Alessio said, turning to the empty corner in the room. “If anybody needs me I’ll be quietly panicking away from the door.”
For some unfathomable bad or good luck they had somehow managed to carry that bag of food all the way here and Alessio wondered how long it would last in this group. He was starving. But on the other hand he was always starving, he was even started to convince himself that was why he was still trembling a little. Just exhaustion and starvation.
“Can somebody just stab me already so we can get back to some fragment of normalcy? Better yet can I just die finally?” Alessio grumbled, automatically tugging the edge of his hood farther over his face. His eyes lingered on the pack but he wouldn’t have anything unless someone else did first. Maybe not even then, he didn’t know, it was so ground into him he couldn’t unless he was able to steal some scraps here and there. So so deeply ground.
He dropped to the floor, curling his knees into his chest and guiltily glancing around for Nithel.To be a light to the world you must shine in the darkness.
Alessio was talking, but Nithel didn’t understand. It was all a blur. Too many impossible things happening in the same hours, or was it days? His stomach was sick. Nothing, nothing made sense.
More speech. But the world was swirling. He felt sick. Raised from the dead. Fire. Dragon. Metal dragon. Lava. Moving rooms. People. Books. Mirror. Death. Pain. Talking talking talking. He wanted to go into a corner. He wanted to scream, and cry. To beat the wall. To press his face to the stone, press himself to the ground and weep. He wanted to run, but he’d just told Alessio not to do that. And where would he run? He wanted Mihael, but he would not see her again.
Talking talking. He felt like throwing up. Few words got through. Alessio taking control. Skills? Nothing. Nothing good for war. He can entertain children. Chop wood. Shoot; at least Gabrel said he had a good arm. Track. Carve. Start fires. A bit stronger than most. Almost the average man. Except, he hated water. Nithel ground his teeth, rubbing his head as he stumbled back into a wall, something firm. Something that wouldn’t move, or hadn’t yet. He slid down, sitting, breathing. His chest was moving miles a minute. Too fast. His head felt like someone was beating it.
His long hair fell over his shoulders, matted on his head as well. He rubbed his head, shutting his eyes, then opening them. Thinking. His mind ran, but his eyes stared at nothing.
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'Forth now! And fear no darkness!'
It was strange, Mayra thought. For just a moment there, the boy was looking at her as if he recognised her somehow. As if he knew what she was feeling. Not that she was feeling anything. She had been trained to feel nothing but numbness from a very young age.
Finally he turned away. As if she wasn’t worth the effort of looking at. “That’s it I’m done,” the boy said, wearily turning to a corner in the room.
Her appearance seemed to have been the last straw for him. He looked exhausted. “If anybody needs me I’ll be quietly panicking away from the door.”
She raised an eyebrow. He must have been through hell and back in order to be like this. He sounded utterly broken and finished as he called out, “Can somebody just stab me already so we can get back to some fragment of normalcy? Better yet can I just die finally?”
Mayra gazed at him, seeing the hopelessness in him as he tugged his hood over his head and flopped into the corner. She felt something twinge in her chest at the sight of him, but she immediately smothered it.
On the floor was a pack, bulging with what looked like food. She was reminded of how hungry she was. But what if it was poisoned?
Oh what did it matter? If death came for her it would be better than staying stuck in here with these hopelessly helpless souls.
She bent down and grabbed a piece of bread, biting into it. She heard a soft gasp and a sound of outrage but she didn’t care enough to look up. The bread was soft and delicious. She wolfed that one down and grabbed another.
She glanced down to see that boy staring at her again. Smacking her lips, she moved towards him. His eyes widened but didn’t move a muscle as she flopped down by the wall about six feet from him. And she continued to eat.
She looked at him sideways. His gaze was still hollow, but it was ingrained with a small hint of annoyance. After all, she had taken their food. But no one had stopped her so-
“That’s ours,” he spoke into the silence. She ignored him, chewing on the bread hungrily.
”Hello? Didn’t you hear me? That food belongs to <i>us</i>.”
She licked the crumbs off her fingers and glared at him through lowered eyes.
“So is no one going to address the fact that this stranger literally just snuck in without anyone noticing?”, one of the other guys blurted out.
No one answered. None of them seemed to care enough to ask her.
Mayra looked at the boy next to her. Seeing the hopelessness in his eyes as he watched her eat. A look she knew so well.
Silence stretched between them. She wondered when they were going to bother asking who she was and how she got here. But maybe they were too broken to do even that.
Somehow it reached through Nithel’s head the strange girl approaching Alessio. He stared at her a moment, wary. But when she stopped, seeming unaggressive, he looked back down. Truly sick. He clenches his eyes shut, chest burning and tight.
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'Forth now! And fear no darkness!'
He glanced up when the stranger helped herself to their only supplies. That was unexpected, but so was literally everything here.
“You’re right, common courtesy has become quite antiquated.” Alessio observed mildly, too numb for anything else. Someone who’ll just walk up and help herself to a meal was either incredibly plucky or incredibly spiteful. Then she caught his gaze, her eyes starved and unpredictable. He froze when she moved closer to him, not entirely sure what to do, she seemed desperate enough to be very dangerous if any little thing aroused her.
Alessio glanced from the pack to her and then at the group. How long would their supplies last? There really isn’t any telling, is there?
“We should start rationing the food, we don’t know how long we’ll be here.” If we ever leave at all, he added silently. This day just never ends it never ever ever ever ever ever
Ever ever ever ever ever ever
Ever
Ends.
Alessio took a deep breath and moved a little closer too her, still keeping a wide space between them. He didn’t say anything when she looked at him sideways. By now he was more than frustrated with this entire day or week or however long they’d been here and he just wanted a break. Nevermind, focus.
The silence had played taunt between them and he still didn’t even know where to start. There it was, that sort of free desperation that couldn’t even care anymore. Half-hidden under her hair the same way he hid under his hood. That was it, not expecting anything so just taking it, why not after all?
“We don’t have a lot but we’ll try to share everything alike here.” His voice is low, testing the waters, as gentle as he can manage but too exhausted to really think.
Alessio flinched a soft thud, darting a glance up at Nithel who was rubbing his head, stumbling back. His gaze split between the newcomer and his friend, more conflicted and tired than anything. Everyone was tired, everyone was scared and burnt out and nothing was getting better.
He turned to the girl, and attempted something like a welcoming smile. He still gave her a wide berth and he didn’t have time or energy for much more greeting before he moved to Nithel. There was almost nothing he could think of to do, so he knelt in front of his friend for a long moment, watching his labored breathing. After a few moments he put a hand on Nithel’s arm, not sure what else to do except be there.To be a light to the world you must shine in the darkness.
Nithel feels someone kneel in front of him, but he keeps his eyes shut. Just done.
He wants to cry, but he knew man didn’t do that. Not men. They shouldn’t. Not for themselves. At least… that was how Gabrel was. He trembles a bit, stifling whatever cries would come, trying to.
Then someone touches him. The touch kind and firm. Nithel presses his teeth into each other, hard, but the touch is welcome. Soothing. Wishing for arms around him, Mihael had loved him. But he’s grateful for the single hand on his arm. He breathes in a ragged breath, slowly opening his eyes. Seeing his friend.
He doesn’t know what to do or say. He’s lost. His chest aches, and feels empty. But he’s thankful. So thankful for Alessio.
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'Forth now! And fear no darkness!'
“We don’t have a lot but we’ll try to share everything alike here.” The boy gave her what looked like a welcoming smile. A half-hearted one at that. She didn’t smile back, simply swallowing the rest of her bread and stared back at him stonily.
She wasn’t sure why he was so willing to just let her eat. Wasn’t survival their top priority? She knew that if she was in his place she would fight tooth and nail to keep strangers from marching over and grabbing her food. But judging by their dead expressions, they just didn’t care anymore.
She wondered what could have happened that made them like this.
She watched as the boy went over to his companion sitting near them and comfortingly put a hand on his arm.
No way was she going to sit there and let despair fill her. She was going to do something useful.
Pushing herself to her feet, she walked around the room, pacing back and forth. The door she had walked through had since disappeared. Because of course it had. This wasn’t a normal building.
She approached a wall, knocking on it lightly. Solid. She moved over again and knocked on the wall. Solid again.
If she really was trapped in here, then it was time fir desperate measures. Closing her eyes, she summoned the energy in the air around her, drawing it to her body. Her muscles trembled as reddish gold psionic energy manifested in her hands, flickering and flowing like flames.
Mayra could feel the eyes of everyone in the room turn on her, but she ignored them.
She hadn’t practiced that much. She had only been using this ability for the past year as part of her job as a spy. It was mostly for interrogations. But it could also come in handy in situations like this.
She wasn’t sure if this was a good idea at all. She didn’t even know these crestfallen people. And yet she was showing off her little secret to them. Well – technically it wasn’t a secret. People on the street didn’t call her the Bloody Mink because of her hair.
She didn’t look behind her to see the strangers’ reactions. She just walked along the walls, her hands raised as she used it to sense what was in the walls. The energy glowed against her skin and she took deep steady breaths as she walked, struggling to concentrate. Focusing on finding some sort of an entrance out of here.
@kimlikesart @this-is-not-an-alien @crazywriter @joelle-stoneThe stranger just have him a stony look for all he said. Not that he could even care less right now anyway.
Nithel was trying not to cry, not exactly successfully. It’s more than Alessio can take. All fair game trying to survive until then, he’d managed to numb everything out until that. But now. No, this isn’t right and he’ll fight it with everything in him if they can just get out alive, just some of them at least. This was war, and his friend didn’t deserve any of it. It was like Nithel was drifting into Alessio’s own pain, beginning to break right before his eyes. And that was something he could not allow.
Behind him he could hear the girl systematically thumping on the walls. Although they all knew it was useless it was almost heartening that someone was still trying. But this, this was too much, nothing was going to hurt Nithel not if he could stop it. No one would break him like they broke Alessio. By the time his friend looks up there were tears in Alessio’s eyes, he squeezed Nithel’s shoulder, staring intently up at him. Five words were all he could think to say.
“It’s ok to be broken.” Fighting the pain just made you more hurt. Something he’d learned from Nithel was even someone as broken as he was, was still a life to be valued. That was something that burned within him, it burned and it burned, pressed like memory etched in the soul.
There was a light from the other side of the room and Alessio glanced up to see the strange girl pressing red-gold, sharp light into the walls. He frowned quizzically, mentally establishing at least one pattern the castle seemed to follow; not a single normal person was ever kidnapped here.
Not a bad idea, not a good one either but better than nothing.
This was over, there were too many lives at stake to stop fighting. And that’s just the end of it. Alessio looked back at Nithel with an almost terrifyingly determined fire in his gaze. He placed both hands on his friend’s shoulders, still unsure of touch but not capable of even overanalyzing this, and slowly turned to search Nithel’s face. For the first time in a long time he felt sure of himself, because he couldn’t afford to fail.
“We’ll make it,” he said “I promise you.”
Fire surged through his veins, sparks crackling through him. It took Alessio a moment to realize he was ablaze, literally. Crinkling flames fluttered so quickly Alessio instinctively jolted his hands up before it burned Nithel. But he was a little late and… but his cloths weren’t even burned. Alessio never knew what his fire was going to do, sometimes it just burned but didn’t destroy, other times just a spark could–
It didn’t matter right now. Once he had ensured his friend was unharmed apparently, he got to his feet and moved to the stranger.
“Pick a wall,” he said to her, and glanced over the others “if there’s not a door we’ll make one. Anyone who has an ability can start chiseling out a weak point. Malvat can ram it down then?” He looked up at the dragon for confirmation.
His hands were still on fire, flames licked through his hair and he didn’t even bother trying to suppress it.
“Everyone else, gather anything that could prove to be useful. Let’s see how long the castle wants to keep us if we start tearing it down.”To be a light to the world you must shine in the darkness.
I had scanned most of the perimeter of the room, reaching out with my senses for any weaknesses, when the boy with the dark eyes went on fire. Literally.
My eyes landed on him as he comforted his friend. Fire danced all over his body, licking at his dark hair.
The boy turned and caught my stare. He walked over and nodded at me quickly. “Pick a wall,” he said.
I studied him silently, the flames covering him like a second skin. I moved my gaze down to his hands, which also had flames in them. The heat that came off him was warm but not blistering. There was something else in his eyes now – grim determination. Still though, it held that sadness.
Who was this strange boy with the flames?
Then he glanced towards the others. “If there’s not a door we’ll make one. Anyone who has an ability can start chiseling out a weak point. Malvat can ram it down then?”
Looking past him I was greeted with the sight of – a dragon. I had not noticed him before. Because the only things I was looking at was the floor and this boy.
“Everyone else, gather anything that could prove to be useful. Let’s see how long the castle wants to keep us if we start tearing it down.”
I shook my head slightly. It would be futile. I had examined the walls myself, reached out with my senses. They were all too thick to destroy. I tried to calculate how many feet thick the walls were and came away with nothing. We would need the full strength of two dragons to get us out of here.
The fiery boy tried to move past me. I held out my hand, stopping him, making sure not to make contact with those flames. He stepped back, looking surprised.
Would he understand me if I signed? Doubtful. Very few people understood sign language. Instead I motioned towards the walls, and shook my head.
He stared at me quizzically. Sighing, I motioned again, more aggressively this time. Surely he would understand what I was saying. That I had scanned each of the walls, and I could find no weakness whatsoever.
“Pick a wall,” Alessio said to the newcomer, authority in his voice as flames crackled over his body. If Malvat had ever doubted that he was empowered, he couldn’t now. “If there’s not a door we’ll make one. Anyone who has an ability can start chiseling out a weak point. Malvat can ram it down then?” He looked up, dark eyes meeting Malvat’s. He cocked his head, then forced a stiff nod.
I shouldn’t have to answer to a mankind.
Patience. I must have patience.
“Everyone else, gather anything that could prove to be useful. Let’s see how long the castle wants to keep us if we start tearing it down.”
It was a good plan. Malvat turned to the wall he stood in the shadow of and looked it over with a keen eye. His nostrils flared, searching for an unrecognizable scent. Nothing.
Starting in one corner, Malvat ran his tail across the stones. Anger began to flare in his stomach as he was greeted with disappointment after disappointment. Yet, towards the end, his tail hitched ever-so-slightly on a crack in the mortar between stones.
Doing his best not to trample anyone, Malvat maneuvered so he was facing the crack. He ran a talon down it, testing its strength. Behind it were more stones, but at least this was a beginning. “Man–Humans,” he called, “this may be our exit.”
Wiggling a talon into the crack, Malvat pulled. The stone slid to the side enough that he was able to get his other talons in. With his great muscles rippling, Malvat lifted the stone and set it down next to the wall, a stepping-stone of sorts for the mankind. After all, the hole was level with Malvat’s eyes. There was no way a mankind would be able to reach it.
Three empowered, Malvat mused as he worked on extracting another stone. Two with flames. The third has some kind of energy power – I need her not. Brendin is weak at the moment – it would be easy to crush him. But I cannot betray the mankinds’ trust until I have a way to return to Eriath. Curse this castle.
As if in response to his thoughts, the stones shifted suddenly, causing Malvat to lose his balance and crash forward into the new hole. Bricks tumbled on the other side, raising dust. He sneezed violently, shaking his head as he stared into the pitch black room, calling on his night-vision power to aid him. The room seemed empty, but something lurked in the shadows. He couldn’t see it, which was slightly alarming, but he could smell it.
Pulling his head back out of the hole, Malvat turned and gazed at the mankind. “I would advise caution,” he said. “There is a menacing presence in this next room, and it is as dark as the dwarves’ caverns.” The thoughts he could read skittered across his brain.
“Great,” someone muttered.
Malvat turned back to the wall and set to work enlarging the hole. He was glad for his gargantuan size now – while it was cumbersome at times (especially when stuck in a constantly changing castle), it provided the strength he needed to quickly make an opening large enough for him to enter. He went first, not caring if it was impolite.
Nothing stirred as he stepped over the pile of rubble and lifted his muzzle to sniff the air. The mankind filed in behind him.
“Hush,” Malvat whispered. “This has the air of a trap.”
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When he turned back to the girl she was shaking her head slightly. Alessio glanced at her and the wall, a little confused. It would make things easier if she just spoke her mind. Was she mute?
He tried to examine the wall but she held out a hand to stop him. Stepping back Alessio stared at her closely trying to figure out what she was saying. She motioned to the wall and shook her head. Why not? What was wrong with breaking the wall? With a sigh she repeated the motion sharply. For some reason she couldn’t pick any particular wall.
Alessio had a rudimentary knowledge of sign language, it was necessary for stealth. But he doubted he could hold a very long conversation with it and there wasn’t one universal sign language, different kingdoms used different symbols [read this writer geeked out on sign language one time and looked it up cos wouldn’t that make conversations in a crowded area easier!?!]
“Can you write in the margins of a book?” he asked. They needed a way to communicate effectively from now on, but only the nobility and a few exceptions were literate in his world. Before she could answer Malvat called out.
“Man–Humans, this may be our exit.” With that the dragon hauled a colossal stone next to a wall as he climbed in and promptly tripped over into something. Honestly, Alessio tried not to smirk at his less than grand exit. In case you were wondering, we all saw that. He thought at Malvat before he caught himself. It wasn’t all that grateful after all and the makeshift stone stairs were something Alessio had to give him credit for.
“Well.” Alessio said “I guess we’re going up.”
“I would advice caution,” Malvat rumbled, pulling his scaled head back at them. “There is a menacing presence in this next room, and it is as dark as the dwarves’ caverns.”
“Great,” Alessio muttered “well, now’s as good as any a time to d–” He halted himself and faded off, looking back at Nithel a little sheepishly. They’d make it out alive, he promised. So instead of finishing that quip Alessio shook the last stubborn sparks on his hand as if to extinguish them. Shockingly enough it almost actually complied. But fire still snapped through his hair.
“I’ll go first, in case anything spontaneously attempts to ensure our demise there. As if that’s ever happened.” he added wryly
In a couple seconds Alessio had climbed to the top, only dimly lighting the room with unruly and somewhat hauntingly flickering flames.
“Hush,” Malvat whispered. “This has the air of a trap.”
Alessio breathed uneasily, very very uncomfortable being even temporarily alone with the mindreading dragon. It didn’t take a genius to know he’d kill them if it ever became convenient. But that didn’t bother Alessio so much as knowing someone could invade his head, again.To be a light to the world you must shine in the darkness.
By now, with all the anomalies the castle had thrown at them, Jericho and Brendin were barely surprised when a newcomer entered the room.
Jericho smiled at Alessio in approval as he took charge of the situation. Brendin meanwhile quickly got out of the bed and summoned a small flame in his palm. He hoped he needn’t use his syne now; the fire was volatile, and he didn’t want to injure anyone. Before he could do anything even if he wanted, Malvat carved out the wall to reveal a dark room.
“There is a menacing presence in this next room, and it is as dark as the dwarves’ caverns.”
Interesting. The Dwarrow were once called dwarves, weren’t they? A stray thought crossed Brendin’s mind.
Jericho focused, probing into the dark room. Whatever lurked within was cautious and evasive. She sensed merely a shadow of a presence.
“Hush,” Malvat whispered. “This has the air of a trap.”
“Joy,” Jericho said quietly, following the dragon into the dark chamber.
@kimlikesart @this-is-not-an-alien @joelle-stone @irishcelticredflowercrownKinda funny how Brendin just popped up from being dead and literally no one questioned it at all. If y’all wanna know how/why Bren came back so quickly, I’m happy to share!
"Remember, you go nowhere by accident. Wherever you go, God is sending you." - Rev. Peter R. Hale
When Alessio promised Nithel, to keep him alive, Nithel smiled softly a moment, some more tears slipping down his cheeks. He shook his head the smallest bit, lips turning down into a frown as he tried not to cry more.
His chest ached at the thought of Alessio blaming himself, if Nithel died. “You cannot promise that. If I die, the blood will not be on your hands.” Softly, with some pain. “But thank you.” Meaning it completely.
Alessio was up, ordering. Nithel pushed himself up, limbs trembling the smallest bit. He wanted to help where he could.
The new girl waved her arms, Walls much thick. Useless try.
Nithel didn’t know the movements were a language, but he understood them. Alessio spoke with her, and Nithel watched. He liked her imeadiatly, and pitied her, despite himself. When her eyes touched him, Nithel looked at her kindly, though sad. The next time she happened to look his way, Nithel still had the same somber look, but he moved his hands for a moment, quickly, You beautiful.
But hw looked away quickly as the dragon broke through the wall. There was a hole. Trap was also mentioned.
Nithel’s chest tightened, and he sighed deeply. And long. Kneeling, he put what food had fallen from the sack back in, then put it over his shoulder. He considered letting the new girl carry it. Give her trust and responsibility, he was still contemplating this when he saw Alessio follow the dragon in.
Nithel held back a wince, and hurried afterward. Glancing around the dark place. The hair on his chest and armz standing up.
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'Forth now! And fear no darkness!'
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