26 July 2012
The Lord of Chaos has his eye open to the world this night and the wind laden with hail stones, howls its approval. The seas rage at the shores, as the demons of chaos tease the water spirit, violating her children. Vicious and unyielding, the raging wind continues, ripping weaker trees from their roots, unleashing its primal nature upon the land.
It is good fortune that the creatures of this land knew to take shelter and even the great beast, the Lyrex, would not be seen this night. Nevertheless, a solitary, silhouetted figure is seen climbing up the cliff, several meters above the mouth of a cave entrance below. This is an arduous task in itself, made worse by the weather but still the shadow ascended, fighting the wind and hail to gain steady footing. This is the land of Aleia in the Doam country, home of the Drell and sacred birth place of their great ancestors.
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Finally, I cleared the cliff face, leaving the Drell regiment behind in the cave below. After a decade in their care I had finally escaped, I considered this fact even as I enjoyed the harsh hail that pelted my body. Like so many others of my kind captured by the Drell, we were starved but unlike my kin, I did as I did; and while the soldiers slept, I fed on their blood for energy because I was so weak and starved that I could feed no other way. My kin were not pleased and even now the thought of it disgusted me but I had no other choice. If I was to escape I had to feed anyway that I could, in time my feeding habit would revert or so I had been told by my progenitors... With that thought, I got up and ran as fast as I could, putting some distance between myself and those vile Drell. Unbidden, an image of my parents flashed to mind and tears welled in my eyes but still I ran, knowing that they would want me to keep running. (tbc...)
© 2012 by Pthasse Amadeus
Rise Of A Champion • Opuss № I