A/N : Thanks for the reviews Wayoming and BasedOnAStoryline!! Positive reinforcement is the key to unlocking my writer's block!!
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing...again.. ouch...
PS; I tend to re-read my original chapters as I write new ones, so I may or may not make changes to those when I write the next ones. But I'll always let you know that I changed something!
Today...
I wasn't nervous to go inside. Not nervous... worried? No.. bah! I don't even know what I am, and I
have no idea what I'm doing! Walking up to the Hall, no White-Jewelled witch would ever be so bold!
But I'm not just a White-Jewelled witch, and I truly have nowhere else to go. I've been walking
over the Realms for 15 years, binding my time until I had the courage to come here. I never thought it
would hurt so much to be here... But it does, this world, this land... it doesn't feel like it used to, it
doesn't fit.
It probably has to do with the Taint, I can feel it.. creeping along, like poison. It makes
everything feel dirty, feel rotten. Then there's the lack of belief in Justice. Something that I really can't
live without. My name, my life. I am Justice, or what Justice learned from. And these people, this
world.. they don't believe in Justice anymore. Criminals hunt, attacking without fear, and people hide.
That's not going to last long. I tend to bring out the best in people.
I smile, in spite of where I am. Might as well get this over with... I raise my hand, preparing to
knock..
And am greeted with the door opening and a rather unruly man running straight into me.
"Thought I heard someone rustling out here. Can I help you?" He demanded, rather abrupt.
I stumbled, trying not to sound like a ridiculously old woman, bringing my speech patterns
more in tune with what was used in this place. "I... I was just... just..."
"No use standing out here, stumbling around, come in, before the rain hits.." I took a step back,
and looked at the sky. Dark clouds. Fantastic. I crave the sun like Eryiens craved the air. Not having
it... was... unsettling. I sent a silent prayer to the winds, begging for sunlight. The clouds rumbled,
and rain began to fall. I grumbled in response. Fine, be stubborn!
The Red-Jewelled Warlord who had managed to rumple me, stepped aside to allow me into the Hall. I followed rather tentatively, trying to act as they expected a White-Jewelled witch to act when facing a Warlord.
Inside, I was astounded by how the Hall had changed, it had been hard to sense from the
outside, but over time, the Light had been slowly edged out by the dark Jewels that lived within the
walls. I grimaced, this was going to be uncomfortable. I wasn't used to being surrounded by dark
power, and I wasn't quite sure how they would react to being around a Being of Light.
Just as I was turning to leave, already making some half-witted excuse, I sensed a presence on
the stairs in front of us. I turned, and struggled to breathe. One of the males from the hill! But he was
no longer the same, demon-dead, his Darkness bloated out the Light that used to glimmer inside him.
My mind whispered his name to me, reminding me to obscure my original features, changing me
enough that he wouldn't recognize me. Andulvar. I never realized how much I had missed him...
A/N: Yeah, I never though Andulvar got enough story in the BJT, he's one of my favorite characters. So he's going to be a focus here!! Also, next chapter; action! Promise. I just needed to get some basics down first!
Thanks for reading!
-JDot
