The Return of Rowen the Reborn

[Gentlerain72986 9]

Silence.....for almost 10....long....years...the sorvian rowen had been in silence.

Rowen had left all civilization, he had left his birth home...his father...his first partner....his people.

voices swirled in his wooden skull, his face a void of all emotion, as he said farewell to his brothers....for 10 long years he walked, he typically took many short breaks to ponder of the things in his life....his purpose, why he was made, why the world treated him and his kind with malice....

But he did not feel sorrow...he felt nothing but...curiosity, and with this curiosity buzzing behind his mask, he took his many years of experience..and set off.

He was clothed in his redshroud robes, he bid farewell to his dear friend and brother julian, to itulan who was like a father to him, to fire ender and wavemaker. he grabbed julians lower set of hands in his, clutching them tightly, "I shall return julian....i promise" he would say in his gentlemen like tone...he always said these words before departure...but, did he mean them this time?....He was unsure of his future, and weary of his past, he turned away from his tribe, and set off.

for two years he walked, the weather conditions terrible the winds beat against his clay flesh, battering it with dull feelings, yet he kept walking. He found a ravine far from any signs of civilization, he surveyed it, simply observed its surrounding....it was of mud and clay, it felt.....homely. The whole journey he thought of nothing but the people he had left behind, he felt tinges of sorrow, he thought of home...the tanilla sapling....his people and the people he had encountered.

He pondered on all of this as he made his way, trudging deep into the pit of clay and mud "hmm filthy...yet....calming..." he said to himself as he dug his clay toes into the earth feeling the trudging and squishing moisture between his toes. He thought of how he once served a family as a butler....how he thought himself subservient to mankind....how the tribe of sorvians that had found him earlier in his life, set him free. All of these thoughts swirled in his head, deeper and deeper....he sunk into the muck, before kneeling down into it, placing his hands in front of his chest, and forming his fingers into a prism like cup....here his mind began to numb, "w-will i be back...." he said to himself dozens of times as he tried to focus, his thoughts whirled towards anger...sadnesss..gleee...and jealousy.

The thoughts and memories battled with each other, he wished to stop them, how he hated them, how they would scream and claw at one another. He shouted....he pleaded until he grew dormant. Trapped amongst his mind the years flew by, he was unaware of the passing time, feeling as thought his very being was being chipped away, trapped in torment....trapped in his mind. Time passed until....he could feel the stinging....the pain.....for the first time in 10 years of being gone, he could see, he could hear, he could feel once more. Had he truly sat there....all this time? his vision was obstructed, his body was cracked and wet, he heard the sloshing of water, the grumbling of toads and the screeching of birds. He tried to move but was held down by various roots and vines that had grown and wove around him strangling his form. He struggled! he pulled against them, the vines held strong, he looked around surveying what he could see, strands of long mossy red hair grew from his head, and lower part of his face. "w-what is this? what happened to me!" He questioned himself as he continued struggling. He looked down towards his hands they had sunk into the muck and hardened within the clay. He pulled with all of his might, this swamp would not devour him! he wouldnt let it!, as he pulled the vines began giving way, snapping and falling off as he struggled against them, with one strong pull and a loud CRACK! he had freed his left hand, looking to it as 2 fingers were claimed by the hardened ground, he felt the dull pain coursing over his hand, he slowly closed his remaining digits, he brushed at the strands of what appeared to be long tufts of thick red hair that grew into a dirty mop on his head, he surveyed his right arm, it was nearly detatched from the weathering and pecking of fish and creatures. "oh dear...." he mumbled as he braced himself, with a swift jerk of his shoulder SNAP!, he had freed his upper arm from his hand and forearm which had been consumed by the hard earth and began crumbling in the mucky water surrounding him "arrhhhh...." he grunted, as he looked down towards his legs, they hadnt yet been completely swallowed by the young swamps hungry grasp, he slowly lifted himself from the ground, his legs cracked his dear valued robes once pristine, now sullied and rotten, revealing most of his body, which was battered and crusty from the waters and muck that he has marinated in for these 10 years. He looked to the waters peering at his reflection, a scraggly filthy form peering back at him. he shakingly combed through his new locks and facial hair of red mats, he looked around faintly, his body full of pain and his image sullied, he heard something "ROWEN...." he jumped looking around, whose their? "ROWEN...IT...IS TIME",  Rowen placed his mutilated hand to his mask "who am i...w-who are you" their was silence for a few minutes, before he heard the voice once more "I AM YOU....YOU ARE ME....TOGETHER....WE ARE US....IT IS TIME" Rowen shook his head, flinging mud from his hair, his thoughts began to scour as his memories where played once more in his head, he instinctively began trudging out of the water wandering aimlessly, as he answered the very words he said long ago, a maddening tone to his voice "I-im going home...."

 

 

 

(OOC)- Hey everyone! im sorry this is so long, ive never really done a forum post and i kind of just let my imagination run with about 2 hours of sleep. i hop eyou all enjoy, i hope to get better in the future thanks!