Post by Cate on Sept 5, 2012 20:40:56 GMT -5
“One touch, two touch, three touch, four touch. One touch, three touch, three- no, no that’s not right. One touch, three touch, two touch, four touch. Four touch, three touch, two touch, four touch one touch, five touch,” an old man said as he made his way up the hill. As he spoke he touched his thumb to his fingers. One- pointer finger. Two- middle finger. Three- ring finger. Four- pinky finger. And Five- when he touched the knuckle of his pointer finger to his temple. As he walked, he leaned to his left, using the staff he held in his hand to carry his weight. He continued his “chant” as he made his way up to the top. It helped keep his mind to one thing. As he came up to the top he came across a disturbing sight.
Standing on five feet, neck crooked and broken in an L-shape, teeth twisted. The old man looked at it studying. “Samuel?” The creature craned its neck at him.
“Michael?” he heard a voice inside his head ask.
“What the hell- one touch, two touch three- are you supposed to be?” he questioned as he came to stand before the creature as it leaned against a tree.
“Llama,” the voice said, regret evident in the voice.
“Three touch, two touch, five touch, one touch- I recommend you drop it- four touch, three touch,” Michael said as he touched the knuckle to his temple again.
“Are we safe?” the voice questioned. Michael thought for a moment and then looked around. No one was looking currently. That didn’t mean it would be a constant. He raised his hand and held it there, palm out towards the air around them. A vial around his neck fill with a blue liquid glowed and the air around them shimmered. Although everything remained the same where they were, from an outside perspective, they merely blended into the background. If someone had been watching, they simply would have vanished before their eyes.
Shade from the tree wrapped around the creature that was supposed to be a llama and engulfed it. After a few moments the shade retreated, leaving a boy there. He slowly stood from where he had been sitting and rubbed his shoulders, trying to get past the soreness. Michael stood, seemingly not needing the staff, and then spread his arms. White light sprung from his back in tendrils and spread around his body. Slowly wrapping around him, engulfing him, and then retreating. The blue vial the only thing shining through the white light. After a few moments the man was replaced with a boy who seemed a bit older than Samuel, the staff a sword. “What went wrong with your casting?” he questioned, coming to sit next to his friend.
“It’s the sun Michael. Ten hours passed sunset and still it’s at high peak. You know how we rely on it for our- Then again, yours seemed to hold up. I’m guessing old ma-“
“Old senile man,” Michael said with a smile, taking the compliment. Then he noticed something. “I don’t need to soak up the dark Samuel. I do fine in the sun,” he said, now just realizing how much better his illusion had been.
“It must be the vial then!” Samuel said, trying to make sense of things. “A blue rose, ground into liquid? Must be the explanation…” Samuel said as he slowly stood up.
Michael shook his head. He knew it wasn’t true. In his heart at least. He didn’t need the vial. It had merely helped his magic, increased the easiness in which he used it, but it was never the source of it. “Here friend, you take it. I don’t need it to cast,” he said as he took the necklace off and tossed it over to his friend. Samuel scrambled to catch it, holding it as if it was liquid gold. In this world, it might as well be.
He sheathed his sword and then spread his arms, tilting his head up to the air, eyes open wide. It seemed as if the rays of the sun were actually visible, being drawn to Michael’s back. He allowed it to enter him. Completely. Fully. He began to tan at a rapid rate as the light entered his body. After a few moments he lowered his hand, skin tanned to a deep brown. He smiled and then held out his right hand, fire slowly covering his fingertips. Then it stopped. Where the fire had left his hand, the skin was bleached of color. Samuel looked at him, shocked. “I’m sorry.. I never believed your stories.”
“It’s fine,” Michael said as he closed his eyes and forced the power from the sun into one place. A near black circle covering his chest. “You had no reason to believe it. It’s the product of myths,” he said as he looked away.
“No. No it’s not. Not with you. You are proof of it. From the Family of Ezemosh. Royals of the time when the Roses grew freely. And blue no less. I can’t believe this. My best friend.. one of them. It’s decided then. We’ll wait a week, and if the sun still has yet to set, we’ll head to the mountain with the broken eye,” he said, a booming smile on his face.
“No Samuel. The roses didn’t grow in a field behind the Broken Eye Mountain. It was on a farm with a large stone wheel. A broken wheel,” he said with a smile.
Standing on five feet, neck crooked and broken in an L-shape, teeth twisted. The old man looked at it studying. “Samuel?” The creature craned its neck at him.
“Michael?” he heard a voice inside his head ask.
“What the hell- one touch, two touch three- are you supposed to be?” he questioned as he came to stand before the creature as it leaned against a tree.
“Llama,” the voice said, regret evident in the voice.
“Three touch, two touch, five touch, one touch- I recommend you drop it- four touch, three touch,” Michael said as he touched the knuckle to his temple again.
“Are we safe?” the voice questioned. Michael thought for a moment and then looked around. No one was looking currently. That didn’t mean it would be a constant. He raised his hand and held it there, palm out towards the air around them. A vial around his neck fill with a blue liquid glowed and the air around them shimmered. Although everything remained the same where they were, from an outside perspective, they merely blended into the background. If someone had been watching, they simply would have vanished before their eyes.
Shade from the tree wrapped around the creature that was supposed to be a llama and engulfed it. After a few moments the shade retreated, leaving a boy there. He slowly stood from where he had been sitting and rubbed his shoulders, trying to get past the soreness. Michael stood, seemingly not needing the staff, and then spread his arms. White light sprung from his back in tendrils and spread around his body. Slowly wrapping around him, engulfing him, and then retreating. The blue vial the only thing shining through the white light. After a few moments the man was replaced with a boy who seemed a bit older than Samuel, the staff a sword. “What went wrong with your casting?” he questioned, coming to sit next to his friend.
“It’s the sun Michael. Ten hours passed sunset and still it’s at high peak. You know how we rely on it for our- Then again, yours seemed to hold up. I’m guessing old ma-“
“Old senile man,” Michael said with a smile, taking the compliment. Then he noticed something. “I don’t need to soak up the dark Samuel. I do fine in the sun,” he said, now just realizing how much better his illusion had been.
“It must be the vial then!” Samuel said, trying to make sense of things. “A blue rose, ground into liquid? Must be the explanation…” Samuel said as he slowly stood up.
Michael shook his head. He knew it wasn’t true. In his heart at least. He didn’t need the vial. It had merely helped his magic, increased the easiness in which he used it, but it was never the source of it. “Here friend, you take it. I don’t need it to cast,” he said as he took the necklace off and tossed it over to his friend. Samuel scrambled to catch it, holding it as if it was liquid gold. In this world, it might as well be.
He sheathed his sword and then spread his arms, tilting his head up to the air, eyes open wide. It seemed as if the rays of the sun were actually visible, being drawn to Michael’s back. He allowed it to enter him. Completely. Fully. He began to tan at a rapid rate as the light entered his body. After a few moments he lowered his hand, skin tanned to a deep brown. He smiled and then held out his right hand, fire slowly covering his fingertips. Then it stopped. Where the fire had left his hand, the skin was bleached of color. Samuel looked at him, shocked. “I’m sorry.. I never believed your stories.”
“It’s fine,” Michael said as he closed his eyes and forced the power from the sun into one place. A near black circle covering his chest. “You had no reason to believe it. It’s the product of myths,” he said as he looked away.
“No. No it’s not. Not with you. You are proof of it. From the Family of Ezemosh. Royals of the time when the Roses grew freely. And blue no less. I can’t believe this. My best friend.. one of them. It’s decided then. We’ll wait a week, and if the sun still has yet to set, we’ll head to the mountain with the broken eye,” he said, a booming smile on his face.
“No Samuel. The roses didn’t grow in a field behind the Broken Eye Mountain. It was on a farm with a large stone wheel. A broken wheel,” he said with a smile.
and that kills me