09-24-2015, 12:05 PM
some are lost in the fire
some are built from it
Glorious, it had been glorious. The burning garden, the withering tree, the queen being led away by his countrymen. It had been so successful, and then –
Well, and then he remembers nothing.
He wakes with a start, his warrior's instincts kicking in instantly. This is a strange place, definitely not home, but the heat that wraps around him like a blanket is not unwelcome. But this is wrong, it should be colder – it had been fall, the cusp of winter, when they'd attacked.
He pushes himself to his feet, senses on high alert for any clue, any indication of where he might be. It is only a moment more before he finally places it: he's been here before, years ago, with his mother. This is the Amazon jungle. They're not on unfriendly terms with the Amazons (he thinks, once again ashamed that he knows so little right now) and so he has no reason to fear for his safety per se, but he doesn't expect they'd take kindly to a stranger quite literally appearing in their midst.
Or at least, that's what he assumes has happened. All he remembers is that he was at the Gates, and then he was waking up here. There is nothing in between, the kind of blackness that he hadn't known since the time he'd been in that strange girl's room. Looking around, he can see that the soft jungle floor is depressed only in the immediate area where he had recently been splayed on the ground. There are no hoofprints, nothing to indicate that he (or anyone else) had walked here, to the heart of the jungle. Around him, there is nothing but silence.
Taking stock, he finds himself unharmed. Nothing hurts, nothing is broken, nothing is even singed. Whatever had picked him up and deposited him here had done so with no apparent desire to harm him, just to remove him from the fight. Crafty and clever. They'd been outmaneuvered, no doubt about it. There had been a power beyond theirs, something that they hadn't counted on, and that something had made itself manifest. With a brief flash of concern he thinks about the others, hoping that they were finishing the work that Straia had asked of them. He doesn't worry for their safety – he trusts each of them to keep themselves safe no matter what happens – but he does worry for the ultimate success of the mission.
He is half tempted to fly away before they even know he's here. He could – he could lift himself up on currents of warm air, to float away like an incredibly strange bird. But he knows better than to think he is entirely invisible here in the jungle. If this were the Chamber, someone would know he was here – no matter how far off the beaten path he had landed. And if he's here, and then he flees, and they know, then that's a diplomatic incident in the making.
And so instead, he stays exactly where he is. Exactly where he is, so as not to pollute the site, so as to have definitive proof that whatever had happened, he had not trespassed on their land under his own power.
Someone will find him eventually, right?
…right?
Well, and then he remembers nothing.
He wakes with a start, his warrior's instincts kicking in instantly. This is a strange place, definitely not home, but the heat that wraps around him like a blanket is not unwelcome. But this is wrong, it should be colder – it had been fall, the cusp of winter, when they'd attacked.
He pushes himself to his feet, senses on high alert for any clue, any indication of where he might be. It is only a moment more before he finally places it: he's been here before, years ago, with his mother. This is the Amazon jungle. They're not on unfriendly terms with the Amazons (he thinks, once again ashamed that he knows so little right now) and so he has no reason to fear for his safety per se, but he doesn't expect they'd take kindly to a stranger quite literally appearing in their midst.
Or at least, that's what he assumes has happened. All he remembers is that he was at the Gates, and then he was waking up here. There is nothing in between, the kind of blackness that he hadn't known since the time he'd been in that strange girl's room. Looking around, he can see that the soft jungle floor is depressed only in the immediate area where he had recently been splayed on the ground. There are no hoofprints, nothing to indicate that he (or anyone else) had walked here, to the heart of the jungle. Around him, there is nothing but silence.
Taking stock, he finds himself unharmed. Nothing hurts, nothing is broken, nothing is even singed. Whatever had picked him up and deposited him here had done so with no apparent desire to harm him, just to remove him from the fight. Crafty and clever. They'd been outmaneuvered, no doubt about it. There had been a power beyond theirs, something that they hadn't counted on, and that something had made itself manifest. With a brief flash of concern he thinks about the others, hoping that they were finishing the work that Straia had asked of them. He doesn't worry for their safety – he trusts each of them to keep themselves safe no matter what happens – but he does worry for the ultimate success of the mission.
He is half tempted to fly away before they even know he's here. He could – he could lift himself up on currents of warm air, to float away like an incredibly strange bird. But he knows better than to think he is entirely invisible here in the jungle. If this were the Chamber, someone would know he was here – no matter how far off the beaten path he had landed. And if he's here, and then he flees, and they know, then that's a diplomatic incident in the making.
And so instead, he stays exactly where he is. Exactly where he is, so as not to pollute the site, so as to have definitive proof that whatever had happened, he had not trespassed on their land under his own power.
Someone will find him eventually, right?
…right?
erebor
heat manipulating lord of the chamber
warship x straia
