Post by Wynterskye on Aug 1, 2011 21:42:47 GMT -5
It hurt so much to breathe. Why was his heart laboring so much? Last he remembered was sinking into unconciousness on the battlefield of Mathosia. Before that there was.....nothing. He couldn't remember anything before that blessed darkness. Panicking, he started to struggle through the fog he seemed to be in as a pair of arms tightened while still cradling him.
"Peace, brother. You will resume your fight, but for now, rest." A soft voice washed over him as a bright light flashed and he faded back into blissful, painless darkness.
The screams were horrendous. Fenrir surged forward with his comrads, pushing back the enemy army into their own fortress in Mathosia. The bodies piled up, the ground became slick with the blood of friend and foe alike. Still he pushed forward, determined to see the cause of his misery fall at his feet. The end of the battle was near, it had to be. A loud shout erupted from the enemy, causing Fenrir to look up, and up the walls of the castle to see the large red dragon leaping off towards them. Fear seized his heart then with a war cry Fenrir leapt into the foray once more. The dragon's flames burned white hot....
Fenrir sat bold upright, leaping out of the bed he laid in. Eyes wide, he looked around him desperately. A quick glance down at himself made his heart jump. All the lacerations from the battle were healed, and he wore clean, loose fitting clothes with a leather vest. Not a trace of blood marred the pristine whiteness of his shirt. Stumbling slightly he made his way down a hallway, pausing with his hand on the wall as he gaped at the angelic looking being. He knew it had to be one of the messengers of the Gods. Another two steps and he was on his knees, head bowed.
"Where am I? How am I here, alive?" Fenrir asked, his eyes fixed ont he smooth floor.
"Your fight was not yet done" the voice was the gentle voice from before, causing his head to snap up to look at the messenger as it continued to speak.
"You are now an Ascended, gifted with abilities from the Gods. You have been called on once again to fight for Telara against Regulos and the dragons."
Fenrir opened his mouth to speak again and the messenger lifted its hand, silencing him with just a motion.
"You have many question and not all of them will be answered right away. Have courage and have patience Fenrir, you will find the answers you seek."
Fluidly Fenrir stood on considerably stronger legs than before. Bowing deeply in respect he silently went to the stairs, determined but eager to see what his new life would bring.
"Peace, brother. You will resume your fight, but for now, rest." A soft voice washed over him as a bright light flashed and he faded back into blissful, painless darkness.
The screams were horrendous. Fenrir surged forward with his comrads, pushing back the enemy army into their own fortress in Mathosia. The bodies piled up, the ground became slick with the blood of friend and foe alike. Still he pushed forward, determined to see the cause of his misery fall at his feet. The end of the battle was near, it had to be. A loud shout erupted from the enemy, causing Fenrir to look up, and up the walls of the castle to see the large red dragon leaping off towards them. Fear seized his heart then with a war cry Fenrir leapt into the foray once more. The dragon's flames burned white hot....
Fenrir sat bold upright, leaping out of the bed he laid in. Eyes wide, he looked around him desperately. A quick glance down at himself made his heart jump. All the lacerations from the battle were healed, and he wore clean, loose fitting clothes with a leather vest. Not a trace of blood marred the pristine whiteness of his shirt. Stumbling slightly he made his way down a hallway, pausing with his hand on the wall as he gaped at the angelic looking being. He knew it had to be one of the messengers of the Gods. Another two steps and he was on his knees, head bowed.
"Where am I? How am I here, alive?" Fenrir asked, his eyes fixed ont he smooth floor.
"Your fight was not yet done" the voice was the gentle voice from before, causing his head to snap up to look at the messenger as it continued to speak.
"You are now an Ascended, gifted with abilities from the Gods. You have been called on once again to fight for Telara against Regulos and the dragons."
Fenrir opened his mouth to speak again and the messenger lifted its hand, silencing him with just a motion.
"You have many question and not all of them will be answered right away. Have courage and have patience Fenrir, you will find the answers you seek."
Fluidly Fenrir stood on considerably stronger legs than before. Bowing deeply in respect he silently went to the stairs, determined but eager to see what his new life would bring.
