Post by Adnarim Frost on Oct 15, 2016 3:00:10 GMT
Warmth had truly vanished from this world. The warmth of prosperity and growth, extinguished in the ice storms of personal conquest. Where Arcose had once prospered, he had nothing to gain but its death by its people's own hands. Nothing was sacred here anymore. Loyalty, Friendship, and courage would be snuffed out quickly by the hands of darkness. It was.. frightening for someone considered as young as Adnarim who solemnly watched her city, her home, catch flame from its outskirts.
The dark skies lightened with the fires of burning hopes and dreams. The two opposing armies were indistinguishable as such armies often are when fighting their brethren. Nothing was sacred to them, no-one was innocent. Flashes of purple light would occasionally flash followed by the slow collapse of one of the city's great towers. The frosted Arcosion would ponder, 'how many lives were extinguished in that moment?'. How many more would follow? It was hard to say. She had little battle experience herself, knowing only what was taught her by her beloved tutors and books, now incinerated by the inferno below.
Adnarim's electric yellow eyes drooped and narrowed in witness to the carnage, the warriors and victims in the distance appearing as ants and snuffed out as ants. What was the point of it all? Her eyes dulled and fell upon her own outstretched hands, still stained with her brother's blood. Her intention was never to hurt him, but stop him from endangering himself. He desperately wanted to defend their home, but she urged him not to go. It was a hopeless endeavor for sure. In her attempts, in her rage, she struck out. Now she was alone on this world.
Her open hands clenched shut, and she turned her back on her burning home. It did not exist anymore. None of it did. Her Mother would die in the fighting and her crippled home would become her brother's grave, and the city would become the largest cemetery on the planet. Her eyes lit up seeing storm clouds roll in, its icy stamped pounding over the land. She did not fear the cold. It was the only thing that made this place home now. It had been said she was born after such an event on the battlefield it ravaged. She would be accepted into the raging storm.
But the city however, would be given a burial by Arcose itself.
Adnarim decided to take the long forgotten trial of traveling to the neighboring city by foot. Such a endeavor would cost her a week, but the benefits is she would survive were quite empowering, and not just to her abilities. The journey would sharpen her mind and mold her spirit and hone her wisdom. Only then can she take to the stars, and escape the fire that fought to spread over the icy land.
The dark skies lightened with the fires of burning hopes and dreams. The two opposing armies were indistinguishable as such armies often are when fighting their brethren. Nothing was sacred to them, no-one was innocent. Flashes of purple light would occasionally flash followed by the slow collapse of one of the city's great towers. The frosted Arcosion would ponder, 'how many lives were extinguished in that moment?'. How many more would follow? It was hard to say. She had little battle experience herself, knowing only what was taught her by her beloved tutors and books, now incinerated by the inferno below.
Adnarim's electric yellow eyes drooped and narrowed in witness to the carnage, the warriors and victims in the distance appearing as ants and snuffed out as ants. What was the point of it all? Her eyes dulled and fell upon her own outstretched hands, still stained with her brother's blood. Her intention was never to hurt him, but stop him from endangering himself. He desperately wanted to defend their home, but she urged him not to go. It was a hopeless endeavor for sure. In her attempts, in her rage, she struck out. Now she was alone on this world.
Her open hands clenched shut, and she turned her back on her burning home. It did not exist anymore. None of it did. Her Mother would die in the fighting and her crippled home would become her brother's grave, and the city would become the largest cemetery on the planet. Her eyes lit up seeing storm clouds roll in, its icy stamped pounding over the land. She did not fear the cold. It was the only thing that made this place home now. It had been said she was born after such an event on the battlefield it ravaged. She would be accepted into the raging storm.
But the city however, would be given a burial by Arcose itself.
Adnarim decided to take the long forgotten trial of traveling to the neighboring city by foot. Such a endeavor would cost her a week, but the benefits is she would survive were quite empowering, and not just to her abilities. The journey would sharpen her mind and mold her spirit and hone her wisdom. Only then can she take to the stars, and escape the fire that fought to spread over the icy land.