Each breath seemed a chore. She didn't have enough energy to lift her head from the cream pillowcases that covered of her pillows. The curtains where shut against the harsh sunlight that mocked her mood. Torrin didn't even bother to touch the plate of food that sat cold on the table across the room. She was home and safe. Not a scratch marked her body, but inside it felt has if she where bleeding to death. Misery ate at her like an disease. Dex, Skylla, Damon… all gone. Her best friends and her boyfriend, her love though she hadn't told him that. They were still young, but now…she would never get the chance. She sobbed again, but her tears had run out days ago. A week had passed since she had lost everyone, and everything. She could even look at her parents, her dream to be just like her father was dead. He would be ashamed of her. She was ashamed of herself.
Dex woke up to sunlight shinning in his eyes and to voices coming from the other room. A quick glance around told him hand not been captured. The room was that of nice pent house in Esthar judging from the technology and furniture style. So what had happened? How had he survived?
"WITH A LITTLE HELP FROM YOURS TRULY." answered his GF. As always the voice had the quite strength of an ocean behind it. "BROKE THE FALL WITH A SHEILD OF WATER, BUT YOU WHERE INJURED STILL. A WEEK HAS PAST SINCE THE FALL FROM THE FALL FROM THE SKY."
Dex was bit shocked. Normally his GF did not speak to him so much. He was always there, just silent, except for short remarks. "Where am I? Why am I not a Garden?"
"RELAX, I KNOW OF ONE YOU ARE WITH. YOU ARE SAFE."
Dex leaned back on the pillows. He would feel a lot better if he knew where he was., but it seemed that that was all the information his GF was going to offer. The room told him little. It looked normal enough. Looking for clues he strained his hearing to distinguish the words coming from the next room.
"…him alright." Came a male voice.
A string of curses came from a female. A voice that sounded familiar in a way. "How did this happen?" she asked, angry with something. "How many attacks have there been?"
"Four concerning him. He killed the man running against Laguna just yesterday and several others who tried to attack him." There was a clink of a bowl going in a sink and the sound of running water.
"Well he's done what I wanted to. That man wanted to discriminate against all those with magic. It's no wonder the Alliance would want him taken out. Still the Alliance also wants to have sorcerers rule over the rest of us so they aren't any different, which is why I don't get how this happened."
Dex had no clue what they were talking about and was getting tired. Closing his eyes he surrendered to the sleep his healing body desperately needed. He had feeling that he would soon need to be fighting again from what he had heard. He only wished he need who it was they were talking about.
The air crackled with light as Damon stepped through the gate into the realm of the past, his realm. The room was in bad shape. Torrin had always had a bad temper. Old rose petals covered the floor, furniture was broken, cold food sat untouched on the table. The mirror on the wall had been smashed to pieces. When Damon stepped toward the bed they crunched under his feet. Looking down his image was cast back up at him. His black hair was messed and his amber eyes reflected the sadness he felt.
He was alone. Like he had always been alone, because he was different from everyone else. His magic and his GF made him different, made others fear him. All he wanted was to be like the rest of them, normal, loved. He was so tired of being alone. With her he didn't feel alone though. That was why he was here. The amulet gave a strange red glow for a minute then it faded. He must remember why he was here. He had to bring her with him. He needed her.
A click came and Damon looked up to find a gun leveled at his face. Vines came from no where and wrapped around his neck and arms. Damon remained still. He expected this. "Torrin?" he called. The gun dropped a bit. In the dim light he could just make out her piercing green eyes. "It's me Damon."
"Damon?" In a flash of red hair the vines where gone and Torrin was in his arms crying. "I thought you were dead. Everyone disappeared during the exam except Cassandra."
Damon wrapped his arms around her, protecting her. Did that mean Sky was dead? He would think about that later. He had a mission. The blade his Queen had given him weighed heavily on his shoulders, wrapped in velvet, hidden.
"Torrin come with me, I need you." He whispered into here hair.
"Come with you where?" Torrin took a step back.
He could not answer that question. The Alliance had been cruel to her before. This time though Damon was there protect her from them. Archist would not harm her, nor would his Queen.
"A Sorcerer needs his knight Torrin and your father was the best of them all. Come do for me what he did. Be my knight, fight for the alliance. Help protect me."
"Damon you can't mean what you say. This isn't like you at all. What have they done."
For the first time there was fear in her eyes as she looked up at him. She would leave him alone too? Torrin who had always been there for him. She would fear him.
His mind went back to what his Queen had told him. A gun blade wrapped in black velvet hung on his back, a gift for his knight. The Queen's voice filled his head, resonating with power. "Show her the blade Damon and she will come. She can not resist it. Be careful not touch it yourself for blade sings only for two people, myself and your knight. Touching the hilt will destroy the mind of anyone else, even yours. Torrin however will not be able to resist it's song. Show it to her and she will be yours."
"DAMON DON'T! NOT TOR, RUNAWAY FROM THEM. STOP IT NOW!" The words of Dracos were heated and almost lost in a growl.
His GF was right though this was… no he couldn't finish the thought. He reached behind him and pulled out the blade. Flipping back the velvet to revel the silver blade. The Blade was etched with roses the contained stars in the middle. The blade glowed with a white light the illuminated Torrin's face. Her eyes went wide at the sight of the blade, her attention completely transfixed. The blade seemed to hum in his hands. Whatever magic had fashioned this weapon had been truly powerful.
"Come with me Torrin. Let your blood sing with the sword. Come and be my knight. Together we shall create, together we shall destroy." He heard himself say though he wasn't sure it was truly him. Why had he done this? Why?
"BECAUSE YOU ARE FOOL." Dracos answered his thoughts. His GF was right.
Torrin took hold of the gunblade, the blade's white light turned red. A smiled curled on her lips as she spoke. "My Dream as it was my fathers dream. The sword sings for blood Damon." She bowed to him. "And your knight wants to hear it sing."
He found himself nodding to her. Reaching out a hand he opened a portal. "Then it is time we leave." What had he done?
Dex woke up to sunlight shinning in his eyes and to voices coming from the other room. A quick glance around told him hand not been captured. The room was that of nice pent house in Esthar judging from the technology and furniture style. So what had happened? How had he survived?
"WITH A LITTLE HELP FROM YOURS TRULY." answered his GF. As always the voice had the quite strength of an ocean behind it. "BROKE THE FALL WITH A SHEILD OF WATER, BUT YOU WHERE INJURED STILL. A WEEK HAS PAST SINCE THE FALL FROM THE FALL FROM THE SKY."
Dex was bit shocked. Normally his GF did not speak to him so much. He was always there, just silent, except for short remarks. "Where am I? Why am I not a Garden?"
"RELAX, I KNOW OF ONE YOU ARE WITH. YOU ARE SAFE."
Dex leaned back on the pillows. He would feel a lot better if he knew where he was., but it seemed that that was all the information his GF was going to offer. The room told him little. It looked normal enough. Looking for clues he strained his hearing to distinguish the words coming from the next room.
"…him alright." Came a male voice.
A string of curses came from a female. A voice that sounded familiar in a way. "How did this happen?" she asked, angry with something. "How many attacks have there been?"
"Four concerning him. He killed the man running against Laguna just yesterday and several others who tried to attack him." There was a clink of a bowl going in a sink and the sound of running water.
"Well he's done what I wanted to. That man wanted to discriminate against all those with magic. It's no wonder the Alliance would want him taken out. Still the Alliance also wants to have sorcerers rule over the rest of us so they aren't any different, which is why I don't get how this happened."
Dex had no clue what they were talking about and was getting tired. Closing his eyes he surrendered to the sleep his healing body desperately needed. He had feeling that he would soon need to be fighting again from what he had heard. He only wished he need who it was they were talking about.
The air crackled with light as Damon stepped through the gate into the realm of the past, his realm. The room was in bad shape. Torrin had always had a bad temper. Old rose petals covered the floor, furniture was broken, cold food sat untouched on the table. The mirror on the wall had been smashed to pieces. When Damon stepped toward the bed they crunched under his feet. Looking down his image was cast back up at him. His black hair was messed and his amber eyes reflected the sadness he felt.
He was alone. Like he had always been alone, because he was different from everyone else. His magic and his GF made him different, made others fear him. All he wanted was to be like the rest of them, normal, loved. He was so tired of being alone. With her he didn't feel alone though. That was why he was here. The amulet gave a strange red glow for a minute then it faded. He must remember why he was here. He had to bring her with him. He needed her.
A click came and Damon looked up to find a gun leveled at his face. Vines came from no where and wrapped around his neck and arms. Damon remained still. He expected this. "Torrin?" he called. The gun dropped a bit. In the dim light he could just make out her piercing green eyes. "It's me Damon."
"Damon?" In a flash of red hair the vines where gone and Torrin was in his arms crying. "I thought you were dead. Everyone disappeared during the exam except Cassandra."
Damon wrapped his arms around her, protecting her. Did that mean Sky was dead? He would think about that later. He had a mission. The blade his Queen had given him weighed heavily on his shoulders, wrapped in velvet, hidden.
"Torrin come with me, I need you." He whispered into here hair.
"Come with you where?" Torrin took a step back.
He could not answer that question. The Alliance had been cruel to her before. This time though Damon was there protect her from them. Archist would not harm her, nor would his Queen.
"A Sorcerer needs his knight Torrin and your father was the best of them all. Come do for me what he did. Be my knight, fight for the alliance. Help protect me."
"Damon you can't mean what you say. This isn't like you at all. What have they done."
For the first time there was fear in her eyes as she looked up at him. She would leave him alone too? Torrin who had always been there for him. She would fear him.
His mind went back to what his Queen had told him. A gun blade wrapped in black velvet hung on his back, a gift for his knight. The Queen's voice filled his head, resonating with power. "Show her the blade Damon and she will come. She can not resist it. Be careful not touch it yourself for blade sings only for two people, myself and your knight. Touching the hilt will destroy the mind of anyone else, even yours. Torrin however will not be able to resist it's song. Show it to her and she will be yours."
"DAMON DON'T! NOT TOR, RUNAWAY FROM THEM. STOP IT NOW!" The words of Dracos were heated and almost lost in a growl.
His GF was right though this was… no he couldn't finish the thought. He reached behind him and pulled out the blade. Flipping back the velvet to revel the silver blade. The Blade was etched with roses the contained stars in the middle. The blade glowed with a white light the illuminated Torrin's face. Her eyes went wide at the sight of the blade, her attention completely transfixed. The blade seemed to hum in his hands. Whatever magic had fashioned this weapon had been truly powerful.
"Come with me Torrin. Let your blood sing with the sword. Come and be my knight. Together we shall create, together we shall destroy." He heard himself say though he wasn't sure it was truly him. Why had he done this? Why?
"BECAUSE YOU ARE FOOL." Dracos answered his thoughts. His GF was right.
Torrin took hold of the gunblade, the blade's white light turned red. A smiled curled on her lips as she spoke. "My Dream as it was my fathers dream. The sword sings for blood Damon." She bowed to him. "And your knight wants to hear it sing."
He found himself nodding to her. Reaching out a hand he opened a portal. "Then it is time we leave." What had he done?