A Time for Reflection [Narrative]

[Spellblades 749]

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Do not Meta, Ty!

 

“What will you do when your magic eventually fails you, Vesryn?”

 

“Protect those I can with my physical being, even if it means my death, Sir.”

Deep in the night, A Mali’ker rummaged through cabinets and shelves, a mission set in his mind as he picked out the items The High Prince had instructed him to bring. Laid out on the table were rations that would last him a week at most, a small serrated dagger, and a small medical bag in case of emergencies. “A full year, huh..?” Vesryn murmured as he packed up each item from the table in a swift manner. The Greye recalled every haunting event, replaying every what-if, what he could’ve done differently. The man he considered a father, taken while all he could do was watch. “Helun-Velulaeya tom uhv’lye honyr.” He’d utter in prayer under a moonlit sky before heading out the front gate of Caras Siol and into the wilderness.

 

 

 

The Wind called Vesryn forth; it always did. The element was his favorite to learn as an apprentice, it felt natural and free to use despite his mentor's warning of its difficulty to control. He had become so attuned with it that he swore that it whispered to him sometimes. Not unlike his own family's traditions, they might pretend to hear voices in the wind of those past. But Vesryn truly did, and so he listened.

“Go North.”

 

The Cloak over the Maehr’s shoulder kept him warm from the elements for a time, but as he ventured deeper into the snowy mountains, he couldn’t shake off the feeling that he should find shelter… CRACK Vesryn heard a tree branch fall under the weight of the snow piling on top of it before more and more fell at an alarming rate. Something was wrong. The Diraar glanced to the side as a barrage of snow and ice rushed down the mountain at an alarming rate, seeking to trample him and his horse in the process. He’d command his horse forward as they ventured deeper into the forests to escape the incoming avalanche. Hours passed as he eventually came to a stop at a small open patch of the woodlands, suitable for setting up camp.

Months had passed in the blink of an eye, time seemed to be something Vesryn didn’t keep track of anymore, out in the freezing conditions where he decided to set up camp. “How long has it been since I left the East…?” He’d ask himself, looking down at his journal as he tried to trace through entries, eventually landing on his answer with a frown. “2 more months left to go.” A sharp exhale was given in frustration, so many things had happened recently that it just didn’t feel right leaving his family unprotected, but this was for the better. He’d set a target on a nearby rock, practicing his Archery in the early morning, as sunlight broke through the trees. He was used to ranged combat, considering his abilities, but he always found a Bow to be a difficult weapon. As he loosed arrow after arrow, the Mali’ker turned to take a break, turning his back to the rock, before suddenly a rumbling sensation shook the nearby land, and something awoke.

 

A Towering Beast with a back of stone and ice stood before him as it was woken up by the sounds and movements of the nearby Mali'ker, and he had trespassed on its territory. Vesryn quickly turned, grabbing his bow and quiver hanging from his make-shift shelter before almost instinctively connecting to the Void. The feeling had become second-nature at this point, but he didn’t want to rely on just his magic anymore, despite what he told people. He hated his abilities, it felt more like a Curse than the Blessing his mentor had led him to believe it was. And so the Spellblade continued forward with a determined stride.

 

The Beast circled The Maehr's camp, seemingly studying its enemy as did Vesryn as he kept a focused gaze on the creature before eventually deciding to strike first, unleashing an arrow, hoping to pierce its eye, but it fell short as it turned and used its horns as a mighty shield to shatter the incoming projectile. Its gaze then snapped over to its target, charging forward as it sought to skewer Vesryn with those same horns. The Spellblade swiftly ran to get out of its path, looking around the nearby area for anything that could help him. He spotted a nearby cliffside that seemed to be close to collapsing in the distance.

“Over here!” He’d shout to get its attention, and the horned creature turned with rage in its eyes before continuing its chase, shaking the ground with each step towards the Greye. He’d nock an arrow as he ran in case of emergency, before stopping just below the collapsing rock, staring down the charging beast as a plan formed in his mind. As the Earthen Creature aimed to pierce him once again, Vesryn would dodge out of the way as it rammed into the side of the cliff. A loud crackle could be heard overhead before the loose stone fell upon the creature, causing it to unleash a resounding groan of pain as it was buried under the mass of ice, stone, and snow. Blood covered the white landscape around it as Vesryn’s eyes adjusted after the snowy mist cleared. The Arctic Beast was pinned and no longer a threat. A sense of guilt welled in his chest, and he decided to walk over and end its suffering. The Greye targeted the weakened skin next to its neck, plunging a dagger swiftly through.

 

“Forgive me.” Vesryn murmured after a brief moment of silence before breaking off one of its horns as proof of his survival. The Mali’ker stood, uttering a silent prayer for the fallen beast and departed for his camp. He was going to survive this trial no matter what it took, for them.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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he held me at gunpoint and read this to me word for word

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good post