Okay. So I spent SO much time on this chapter. This is where things start to get interesting. Read and review!
L.B
The board is set; the pieces are moving –Gandalf
P.S. Vrael is hilarious in this part!
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Vrael-Chapter 4-A Seizure, an Elf, and a Boy
"Father! Father!" Vrael ran, screaming, into his father's workshop.
Startled, Briam looks at his sweating, shaking, terrified son. "I was writing-with my hand-and-and I found this."
Vrael shows his father his left hand. There was a scar on his wrist, as if someone cut him there. Briam went pale. He had hoped this day would never come.
"Father," says the petrified Vrael "am I dead? Did I bleed to death father?"
Briam looked at his son; something was wrong. There was something dark and alien stirring in the boy's father's eyes. Vrael was too young then to notice.
"I-It's nothing, son," Briam says, trying to keep himself as controlled and calm as possible. "It's something you…um, had since you were born. Just a birth defect."
"But-"
"It's nothing!" Vrael's father was screaming. "Now get out!"
Vrael stopped. There was a rage Vrael had never seen his father with. It didn't exist. It shouldn't exist.
Vrael took one last look at his father, grasping his scarred wrist, and ran out of the workshop, tripping on the way home.
Briam dropped his tools, sat on the floor. He put his head between his knees, and wept.
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The older Vrael now looked at his life-threatening scar. Once a terrifying sign, now a forgotten mystery, one of the last in Vrael's mind.
Vrael looked at the sky, but his dragon was nowhere to be seen. Vrael smiled. Good. He had told Evarinya to fly above them, but out of sight. That wouldn't be a problem. He knew that the dragon's green color would blend it with the trees as it flies low over their heads.
Vrael turned his thoughts to the long way ahead of them. The sight of the tall trees, proud, fair, and green all around them bored him. And Evarinya had told him there was much more of that still to come. He had seen some small animals here and there: rabbits, small deer, but shouldn't there be more to life here than trees? Sighing wearily, he asked his father, who was whistling merrily at the soft breeze ruffling his hair, "Why didn't we get horses? Do you have any idea of the leagues ahead of us? I'm going to faint where I stand!"
"The horses are close by. I tied three to a tree nearby in case we need an extra horse," Briam chuckled.
"You've planned this well now, haven't you?" Vrael asked impressed.
"Son, I've been planning it for the last two months."
"Then how long till we reach Ellesmera?"
"A few days at the most, although there'll be a whole lot of riding and walking to come."
"But how will-" Vrael stared at his father. Something was utterly wrong. His father had gone ghostly white. The whites of his eyes showed as his eyes rolled backwards in their sockets. He fell to the ground, shaking vigorously.
A seizure.
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Usually when people are stunned by something unexpected and very sudden, they seem to stop in their tracks, both physically and mentally. They just…stop, as if time stopped with them
But Vrael was unlike most people.
He rushed to his father's side, experienced and alert, and felt his pulse.
No…
Briam's heart was beating too fast to the point of possible fatality. This was stronger than any seizure Briam has ever had. Almost instantly, blood started flowing from Briam's mouth. Damn it! Vrael tried to wipe them off to give him more space to breathe.Briam had bit his tongue.
Vrael looked at the sky, his hands red with his father's blood, and screamed.
"EVARINYA!"
As if drawn by his call, a young woman (she was an elf) came from between the trees. She seemed lost and unaware where she was and what was happening around her, as if in some kind of trance.
"Hey!" Vrael rushed to her, seizing the opportunity. But he tripped and fell face first into a pile of mud (or maybe something else brown and gooey) on the ground.
Dazed, he looked up, mud dripping from his face, and found himself staring up at the elf. She had midnight-black her reaching under her shoulders till her lower back, and her skin was giving a glowing silvery sheen of silver. Her eyes, dark green, almost black, lifted to Vrael's. Chills shot through him.
Vrael could feel blood flowing slowly from his cheek into his mouth. He cut himself in his fall. But he didn't care. For the first time in his life, all life's pleasures were right in front of him.
"Hello! My name is Arya. Who are you?" she said, smiling bluntly.
Wha-
"Er…my-" Vrael heard the labored breathing and trembling of his father behind him. He slapped himself hard.
"Please! Can you help me?" Vrael got up and faced Arya, although she was still looking downwards where Vrael was laying.
"Um…" Vrael, puzzled, looked at where she was staring but found only his feet. She was wearing this attentive look, yet blank look on her face.
Briam's wheezing and shaking were increasing, awakening Vrael from his idiotic trance.
He started screaming. "Help! Please! My father! He's having a powerful seizure! Unlike any I've ever seen!" He was on his knees. "I need your help."
Arya suddenly looked troubled. "Where is this man?"
"Er… he's right behind me," Vrael said, scratching his head confusingly. What is seriously wrong with this elf?
Arya sighed. "I'm blind, you tit! Lead me to him!"
He flushed, embarrassed, and was thankful that she was blind. Vrael took her hand. The boy trembled at her touch. Vrael led her to Briam and put her hand on his trembling, sweating forehead, kneeling down beside him. She felt his forehead intently while staring blankly at the distance.
"Is there anything we can do to calm hi-?"
"Bring me a flower with a blue hue and purple thorns," Arya ordered him hastily.
"Um…I really don't think that d-"
"It's behind you, you tit," Arya smiles at Vrael sarcastically.
Vrael grabbed the flower, his ears turning red, and watched while the elf squeezed its juices into Briam's mouth. The power of the seizure seemed to decrease rapidly.
"What's with "tit"?" Vrael muttered under his breath.
Not taking her eyes of Briam, she retorted, "Because you are one."
"What? Now you can read my thoughts, too?" Vrael demanded angrily.
"No. I just can hear well because my eyesight's gone."
Instantaneously, Evarinya hurtled through the trees, ripping them with his sharp claws.
Vrael! Are you alright?
Yeah, yeah. I'm fin. This elf, Arya she calls herself, came to our aid. Father was having a powerful seizure.
Evarinya snorted. You have no interests in this girl whatsoever? You have got to be joking!
How can you be so sure, huh? Vrael retorted angrily.
I CAN READ YOUR THOUGHTS, YOU TIT!
"WHAT'S WITH "TIT"?" Vrael shouted. "I AM NOT A TIT! A TIT IS A WOMAN'S MAMMARY GLAND FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!"
Evarinya and Arya both looked at Vrael with a what-the-heck's-wrong-with-you look on their faces.
Arya smiled and went back to healing Briam, whose seizure seemed to have completely resided, although he was still unconscious. "Hello dragon. Pleased to meet your acquaintance," Arya said calmly.
Evarinya snorted in reply.
"How-er...WHAT?"
Vrael looked at them both, a dazed look on his face. But Evarinya was watching Arya who was tending to Briam. They both ignored him.
Vrael gave up. He sat down, his back to a tall tree, wiping the mud off his face, waiting for an explanation.
Evarinya chuckled playfully. You are so thirteen-years-old.
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So… was it barf, flowers, or simply sand? What do you think? Please review!
