thanks to everyone that R&R, ill take any praise thanks, death threats, attemps to murder, and everything else as it come, I owe you one for helping with my first fic
He awoke to the light of the harsh Ascalonin sun against his eyes, the intensity of it temporarily blinding him. He lay there for a moment, wondering why he wasn't in his usual cemetery. Then it came back to him.
"Damn ranger" he muttered to himself.
Turning his head from the sun, he propped himself onto his elbows, standing up... before a searing pain in his shoulder caused him to double over.
Gritting his teeth, he cursed. "Guess that poison worked fast."
Bracing himself against the pain, he managed to prop himself into an upright position. His entire being screamed out against the torture, but he persisted. The wound was already starting to heal, although a little of the poison still remained in his system.
Not long afterwards, he began to wander along the scorched earth. He felt memories float into his mind as he walked along a familiar road. He stopped in his tracks, at a small run-down cathedral, its statues and ruins a shadow of its former self.
"Finally, Ashford Abby, it's been so long since I set foot in your comforting catacombs."
"Welcome to Saledect Sanitarium" said a soothing voice, he turned to see a pretty, young monk bowing in respect.
"I thought that this was Ashford Abby"
"It was", replied the young monk, "but after the searing, we started to care for those who, well ummm, lost their mental wellbeing."
A shout from a man near a run-down pond drew the monk's attention, and she hastily excused herself before hurrying off. Slowly, he wandered around the sanitarium and a found a corner that was away from the rest of the adventurers and lay down. He looked at the sky, slowly drifting off into sleep.
Moments later, he felt a gentle nudging at his side. His eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the orange dusk sky. As he lifted himself up, a sharp kick hit caught in the ribs, hitting between the ribs of his necrotic armor.
"WHAT the HELL WAS THAT FOR" he yelled out in a rage. Looking around, his eyes rested on a young hydromancer standing above him with arms crossed over her chest, her brow creased into a frown.
"You're in my spot" she declared flatly.
"This place is a wasteland, there are many other places to sit, why don't you find one" he tried his best so sound calm. "By the way, I think you cracked my rib"
The girl lashed back. "Do you hear that..? Why, that's the sound of me -almost- caring. You're a necro, go patch yourself up. And furthermore, if you don't move soon I'll have to find a new spot, since I don't like small bits of ex-necro in this one."
They simply stared at each other for a long moment. Finally, the elementalist sighed, relenting slightly. "I'm sorry, but I've been coming here every night since the searing. Each time, I've been sitting in this spot, so finding someone sitting here is somewhat of a shock for me." She pulled her skirt about herself as she sat down, her eyes gazing off into the distance.
"My name is Chaos Corduex, and you are?"
"Rhea Aleste" she replied.
"Rhea, I get the feeling that you don't like me for some reason", said Chaos as he rubbed his bruised rib.
"Let's just say that I've had a bad experience with necromancers…"
"Ahhh, exboyfriend" as he was saying, Rhea gave him a look that would turn the undead.
"Ok, I'm going to stop before I start to get frostbite; I've learned not to mess with Elementalists, especially when they're women."
"It's not that, after the Searing, I saw a necromancer attacking a village" she began, a tear sliding her cheek. "He killed a young girl, and made a minion from her dead body...the entire village was almost killed by this bastard. He killed my family." She turned her head away from him, tears flowing down her face.
"His name was Lenailie; the Order had him executed a few weeks ago. I hope that you can find comfort in the fact, it was a very slow death".
The sky over the Sanitarium started to darken, warm drops of rain began to drop, slowly at first, quickly turning into a downpour. Most of the adventures and caretakers moved to a small area that was covered, the remains of the catacombs.
"ALL GONE THE PUDDING WITH THE YEL.." the patient was cut off as lightning struck him.
Chaos' jaw dropped, seeing the man struck with lightning.
"Don't worry", said the monk that had greeted him," this happens almost every time it rains, I guess it's what we all look forward to." she laughed lightly at the thought. "I guess I'll go revive him now."
