DraconisKnight

    Where am I?    Warmth engulfed him.  Beros cracked his eyes open, meeting a bright light.  He lifted his head, pausing as it met a hard surface behind him.  He blinked in attempt to focus.  What is this place?  What happened?  I remember-    Mot-  No, Anna, he corrected.  He pushed back his bangs as he furrowed his eyebrows.  She charged at me.  And I-    Beros shook his head.  I had no desire in killing her.  Yet…    “The fates meant for it to happen.  Don’t carry any regret, my present life.”    He snapped his head up.  A silhouette stood before him.  He could make out two masses peeking over its should

    Ice eyes glimmered above a yellow smile.  Dirty blond strands tickled the tough flesh.  Each footstep sounded heavy as a large hand reached for him.  Beros tried to put more distance between him and Turin’s hand.  He bumped into Sanatos.  They tried to stay on their feet, but the need to flee from the hand pulled Beros down.  The hunter laughed as Beros kept his eyes on him.  Sanatos snapped behind him, drawing Beros’ attention.    Hunters held him down.  Yet, Sanatos still snared at them, unwilling and unforgiving.  The orange tinted eyes darted around, landing on the half dwarf.    “Come on now, lad.  Time to have

    He opened the door.  Multiple off white shirts hung off the wooden hangers.  Black and dark brown slacks peeked out from under the shirt tails.  Beros grabbed three hangers and turned back to the bed.  He removed the clothes and folded them as neatly as he could.  He packed them into his shoulder bag.  Beros returned the hangers to the dresser and pulled a dark green vest.  The garment was folded and joined the others.  He closed the bag and slung it over his shoulder.  Beros pressed an ear against the door.    Nothing.    He slipped out of the room into the dark hall.  Beros descended down the steps and out to the solarium.  He bee l

    His eyes flicked between the oil and dried yellow blossoms.  He pulled the glass jar closer to him.  Then, reached for the flask of oil and tipped the container.  The thick liquid slipped through the narrow neck and out the slightly wider mouth.  It pooled at the bottom of the jar, slowly rising as he poured.  He jerked the oil back as arms clasped around him.  His body stiffened as his face flushed.    Anna rested her head on his shoulder.  She then leaned back, smiling all the while.  “I never thought you would be jumpy, dear.”    “Mother…  Don’t do that,” he gasped.    Anna removed his arms.  &

    He stared up at the off white ceiling.  Dark wood separated it from the same color walls.  Paintings broke up the endless plaster. But he couldn’t look at them long.  The one next to his bathroom door was a flower.  It drew its life giver from a red vase.  Gold rimmed its edge.  White scallop patterns covered its neck.  It rested on a crème lace on top of a dark surface.    The flower-    Its yellow petals stretched out, trying to touch the edges of the frame.    Another hung by the door leading to the hall.  Green pastures filled the frame.  They were speckled with light blue and pale yellow dots.  Above it, blue skies w

    The days started to blur.  Between blankly staring out the iron bars and jiggling the chain, his mind struggled to find anything to focus on.  The frost on the iron bars was normal.  As were the puffs of air he exhaled, which hung around for a bit before disappearing.  Sanatos buried his face into his cloak, curling in tighter on himself.  Beros paid his past life little mind.  He pulled his cloak tighter and his legs closer to his chest.  He opened his eyes more as a snort broke the silence.    A horse and rider peered in.  Beros locked his eyes with the rider, but buried his face in his arms.  He closed his eyes as he allowed his mind

    Voices drifted in and out as he stirred.  His shoulders’ complained, increasing as he tried to move them.  Beros flinched, biting back a hiss.  As the pain ebbed away, he licked his cracked lips.  His mouth begged for moisture as if it was dried with cotton.  Something covered his eyes, obstructing any attempt of opening them.  He lifted his head a little and opened his mouth.  “Hello?”    The voices stopped.  Then, one of them spoke again, ordering another to a task.  It sounded like a deep guttural rumble.  It carried authority over the others.  He didn’t try to count them as the man’s held his attention.

    ‘The tailor did find a couple of cloaks for San and me.  They were dark green and initially planned to be ‘fancied’ up.  At the time, he chose the material to be wool interior layer with cotton top layer.  However, the wool was scratchy against skin.  And the two together made the cloaks heavy.  He had casted both of these aside, changing his plans to a ‘spring line’ with lighter fabric.  The cloaks sat in a box, neglected until he found sketches for them.    I offered what little coin I had to him, but the old woman, Natalie I think, refuted me.  She fished a few silver coins of her own.  Giving them to th

    ‘The pleasant warm fall temperatures didn’t last.  We managed to fly north and camp outside the town.  During the overnight of the first day, the temperature dropped.  It forced us to cram into a single tent for warmth.  I swear; I spent that night trying to avoid touching my mentor, whom squeezed between Sanatos and me.  She had sworn that she would beat us to a bloody pulp if we give her any funny business impressions.  And I believe that she would.    In the morning, frost on the plant life and our tent attempted to blind, but only succeeded in looking like glitter.  We rigged down and went into town, working odd jobs to h