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Harvest Gold 9 - Peach 10 - Cotton Candy 3 - Brush - Paint by Numbers - Reimaging - Fingerpainting
Name : Kana
Title : Courage
Story : Shadows in the distance
Characters : Frey, Caithlynn, Alan, Kayerith
Colors : Harvest Gold 9 Fall back - Peach 10 Admission denied. This child has too many cheeky ideas - Cotton Candy 3 Seesaw
Supplies & Styles : Brush (Wordly-wise) - Paint By Numbers (from Subluxate : Children are to be seen and not heard!) - Reimaging (Flying http://rainbowfic.dreamwidth.org/320102.html#cutid1) - Fingerpainting (first person narrative point of view)
Word Count : 1376
Rating : PG-13
Warnings : fighting and battle injuries
Summary : But what use am I then? What use can I possibly be if I always hide? If I always rely on Alan and Caithlynn and the Dragons to protect me? What use am I?
Notes : Constructive criticism is, as always, welcome.
My eyes are wide open when I sees the assassins coming closer. Even I can feel the Dark Wielder amongst them.
“Frey. Take cover.”
I can hear Caithlynn’s voice. Understand the words and the meaning. But I can’t move. I am frozen on the spot. Not able to move. Not even when everybody draws their swords. Not when they run towards each other. Not when the swords clash and the Wind raises. Not when the Fire spreads around the barren field.
Kayerith roars in the distance. The Dragons are coming closer. I can feel them coming closer. All three of them. I can feel Kayerith’s worry, he’s silently urging me to hide. But what use am I then? What use can I possibly be if I always hide? If I always rely on Alan and Caithlynn and the Dragons to protect me? What use am I?
So when I see one of the bandits ready to attack Caithlynn from behind, I quickly call Water to me. Letting it flow through me. The trainings with the two other Wielders are paying off. Not having anymore trouble trying to control the Element. My Element.
I stretch my arm. Hand open. The Water streaming forward. Catching the assassin before he can harm Caithlynn. Of course Caithlynn feels the power behind her. My power. A lot of emotions on her face. She nods once. Accepting the fact I am still there. It brings a small victorious smile to my face. Even though I know that means she will be worrying more about me than the fight.
“Kay!”
My Dragon lands right next to me. Breathing fire to the bad guys close to us. Taigiri and Naigendra are still flying above us. Protecting from the sky. It’s a perfect tactic.
With the help of the Dragons, and the combined powers of Wind, Fire and Water, we are no longer outnumbered. In fact, when I look around, I see fear in the eyes of the assassins. It means we will soon be victorious.
The Dark Wielder is fighting Alan and Naigendra and Taigiri. I can’t tear my eyes away from that battle. Ignoring my surroundings despite knowing we are not save yet. The arrow that pierces my shoulder, makes me cry out. The pain too sudden, too intense.
Caithlynn is at my side in a couple of seconds. And I can hear Kayerith roaring in pain as well.
“Frey!”
Looking aside, I can see the panic on her face. Can see Alan turn his head around, quickly taking in the scene. Kayerith is still fighting. Furious now. Trying to protect us.
“Caithlynn. Take him and get away!”
Alan’s voice comes from far away. Even Caithlynn becomes a blur in front of me. The last thing I know is Caithlynn taking me in her arms, carrying me away from the battle field.
-
“How is he?”
“He’ll be fine. The poison has been neutralized. Thanks to Kayerith’s warning. The fire is keeping him warm. I think he might even be awake within the next hour.”
-
There are voices. Caithlynn and Alan. And the presence of the Dragons.
-
“Is he still out there?”
“No, I don’t think so.”
“We were so close. So close…”
“Don’t worry. This fight has weakened him. He will not attack us again. Not for a while."
“We should have finished it.”
“Caithlynn. Frey needed us.”
“I know. I know. We didn’t have a choice. We had to run. But…”
“I know.”
-
“Caithlynn…”
The world is still dark.
“I’m here Frey. Right next to you.”
She takes a hold of my hand and I squeeze it. Needing the comfort.
“I can’t see you.”
My eyes are open and I desperately look around. But there is nothing but darkness.
“I know. It’s the aftermath of the poison. Don’t worry. Your sight will return to you soon.”
I reach out for Kayerith.
“Don’t worry little one. I am right here as well.”
Sighing I let try and let myself relax. Knowing I’ll need my energy soon enough.
“Caithlynn…”
I wait until she makes a noise that tells me she heard me.
“I’m sorry.”
I can feel her surprise. Can feel the same emotion with Alan.
“I’m really sorry. Because of me, you had to retreat. Because of me that Dark Wielder managed to escape. Because of me we lost this battle.”
The silence stretches after my words. No one speaks. And I can feel… so much. So many emotions. From everyone near me. Two humans. Three Dragons. And I can feel it all – not able to name it all though. But it makes my head spin.
Caithlynn leans over me. Holding me close to her.
“It’s not your fault. And we didn’t lose the battle. Yes, the Dark Wielder managed to get away. But the most important thing at that moment was to take care of you. And I don’t regret it. We don’t regret our actions. Besides, the Dark Magician has been weakened. A lot. It will take a very long time – if he manages at all – before he comes back and poses a threat to us.”
I turn my head to where I think Alan is sitting. As if I need to hear him confirm her words before I can allow myself to believe them. Because deep down, I blame myself.
Alan doesn’t say a word. But when he gets closer to keep the Fire going, he places his hand on my shoulder. And that is all the answer I need.
-
“Right. Let’s get going. We need to leave this place behind us as soon as possible. I don’t think they will come back, but better be sure than sorry.”
Our Dragons are waiting for us outside the cave. And I am excited. We will be flying. Not walking. Alan and Caithlynn are not willing to take the chance that I overdo myself with my injury.
Surprised I look at Alan when he helps me get up and support me while we walk outside. I’m grateful for his arm around me. Still feeling weak. My legs are trembling beneath me.
Something – a feeling I can’t name – makes me look behind. Just in time to see Caithlynn leaning against the wall of the cave. One hand clutching her side. The look on her face is one of pain. Lots of pain. Her eyes closed.
I want to tell Alan that she is hurt as well. But when I look up, I notice his eyes are already fixed on me. Telling me he knows and that I need to stay silent. Surprised I nod once. Not daring to challenge him.
Smiling I breath in the fresh air when we near the end of the cave. My eyes close for a second and I only notice the rock on the road when my foot hits it and I stumble.
Luckily Alan is supporting me. But when he holds me up, I – by accident– tear his shirt. There are scars on his chest and side and back. Lots of scars. Some a feint white healed line. Others more recent.
Quickly I look away. Pretending not to have seen it. Not knowing how Alan would react.
Carefully he helps me on Kayerith’s back, wrapping a blanket over me. Patting my knee once before walking over to Naigendra. Mounting his Dragon in one swift movement. When I look to Taigiri at my other side, I see Caithlynn is already sitting on his back.
“Right. Let’s go.”
There is nothing in her voice that betrays what I have just witnessed in the cave. So I stay silent. Knowing their pride.
We fly over the mountains. Up so high, that the tops are covered in snow.
I can feel Caithlynn’s eyes on me. Worried. They are both watching me. Both watching over me. It makes me feel save. Even though I know both must be suffering injuries from this fight as well.
I lean forward, wrapping my arms around my Dragon’s neck. I love to fly. It feels like sitting on the seesaw. Going up and down. Up and down. If I’m not careful, the rhythm and the sound of clapping wings will lull me to sleep. It’s a thought that makes me smile.
Title : Courage
Story : Shadows in the distance
Characters : Frey, Caithlynn, Alan, Kayerith
Colors : Harvest Gold 9 Fall back - Peach 10 Admission denied. This child has too many cheeky ideas - Cotton Candy 3 Seesaw
Supplies & Styles : Brush (Wordly-wise) - Paint By Numbers (from Subluxate : Children are to be seen and not heard!) - Reimaging (Flying http://rainbowfic.dreamwidth.org/320102.html#cutid1) - Fingerpainting (first person narrative point of view)
Word Count : 1376
Rating : PG-13
Warnings : fighting and battle injuries
Summary : But what use am I then? What use can I possibly be if I always hide? If I always rely on Alan and Caithlynn and the Dragons to protect me? What use am I?
Notes : Constructive criticism is, as always, welcome.
My eyes are wide open when I sees the assassins coming closer. Even I can feel the Dark Wielder amongst them.
“Frey. Take cover.”
I can hear Caithlynn’s voice. Understand the words and the meaning. But I can’t move. I am frozen on the spot. Not able to move. Not even when everybody draws their swords. Not when they run towards each other. Not when the swords clash and the Wind raises. Not when the Fire spreads around the barren field.
Kayerith roars in the distance. The Dragons are coming closer. I can feel them coming closer. All three of them. I can feel Kayerith’s worry, he’s silently urging me to hide. But what use am I then? What use can I possibly be if I always hide? If I always rely on Alan and Caithlynn and the Dragons to protect me? What use am I?
So when I see one of the bandits ready to attack Caithlynn from behind, I quickly call Water to me. Letting it flow through me. The trainings with the two other Wielders are paying off. Not having anymore trouble trying to control the Element. My Element.
I stretch my arm. Hand open. The Water streaming forward. Catching the assassin before he can harm Caithlynn. Of course Caithlynn feels the power behind her. My power. A lot of emotions on her face. She nods once. Accepting the fact I am still there. It brings a small victorious smile to my face. Even though I know that means she will be worrying more about me than the fight.
“Kay!”
My Dragon lands right next to me. Breathing fire to the bad guys close to us. Taigiri and Naigendra are still flying above us. Protecting from the sky. It’s a perfect tactic.
With the help of the Dragons, and the combined powers of Wind, Fire and Water, we are no longer outnumbered. In fact, when I look around, I see fear in the eyes of the assassins. It means we will soon be victorious.
The Dark Wielder is fighting Alan and Naigendra and Taigiri. I can’t tear my eyes away from that battle. Ignoring my surroundings despite knowing we are not save yet. The arrow that pierces my shoulder, makes me cry out. The pain too sudden, too intense.
Caithlynn is at my side in a couple of seconds. And I can hear Kayerith roaring in pain as well.
“Frey!”
Looking aside, I can see the panic on her face. Can see Alan turn his head around, quickly taking in the scene. Kayerith is still fighting. Furious now. Trying to protect us.
“Caithlynn. Take him and get away!”
Alan’s voice comes from far away. Even Caithlynn becomes a blur in front of me. The last thing I know is Caithlynn taking me in her arms, carrying me away from the battle field.
-
“How is he?”
“He’ll be fine. The poison has been neutralized. Thanks to Kayerith’s warning. The fire is keeping him warm. I think he might even be awake within the next hour.”
-
There are voices. Caithlynn and Alan. And the presence of the Dragons.
-
“Is he still out there?”
“No, I don’t think so.”
“We were so close. So close…”
“Don’t worry. This fight has weakened him. He will not attack us again. Not for a while."
“We should have finished it.”
“Caithlynn. Frey needed us.”
“I know. I know. We didn’t have a choice. We had to run. But…”
“I know.”
-
“Caithlynn…”
The world is still dark.
“I’m here Frey. Right next to you.”
She takes a hold of my hand and I squeeze it. Needing the comfort.
“I can’t see you.”
My eyes are open and I desperately look around. But there is nothing but darkness.
“I know. It’s the aftermath of the poison. Don’t worry. Your sight will return to you soon.”
I reach out for Kayerith.
“Don’t worry little one. I am right here as well.”
Sighing I let try and let myself relax. Knowing I’ll need my energy soon enough.
“Caithlynn…”
I wait until she makes a noise that tells me she heard me.
“I’m sorry.”
I can feel her surprise. Can feel the same emotion with Alan.
“I’m really sorry. Because of me, you had to retreat. Because of me that Dark Wielder managed to escape. Because of me we lost this battle.”
The silence stretches after my words. No one speaks. And I can feel… so much. So many emotions. From everyone near me. Two humans. Three Dragons. And I can feel it all – not able to name it all though. But it makes my head spin.
Caithlynn leans over me. Holding me close to her.
“It’s not your fault. And we didn’t lose the battle. Yes, the Dark Wielder managed to get away. But the most important thing at that moment was to take care of you. And I don’t regret it. We don’t regret our actions. Besides, the Dark Magician has been weakened. A lot. It will take a very long time – if he manages at all – before he comes back and poses a threat to us.”
I turn my head to where I think Alan is sitting. As if I need to hear him confirm her words before I can allow myself to believe them. Because deep down, I blame myself.
Alan doesn’t say a word. But when he gets closer to keep the Fire going, he places his hand on my shoulder. And that is all the answer I need.
-
“Right. Let’s get going. We need to leave this place behind us as soon as possible. I don’t think they will come back, but better be sure than sorry.”
Our Dragons are waiting for us outside the cave. And I am excited. We will be flying. Not walking. Alan and Caithlynn are not willing to take the chance that I overdo myself with my injury.
Surprised I look at Alan when he helps me get up and support me while we walk outside. I’m grateful for his arm around me. Still feeling weak. My legs are trembling beneath me.
Something – a feeling I can’t name – makes me look behind. Just in time to see Caithlynn leaning against the wall of the cave. One hand clutching her side. The look on her face is one of pain. Lots of pain. Her eyes closed.
I want to tell Alan that she is hurt as well. But when I look up, I notice his eyes are already fixed on me. Telling me he knows and that I need to stay silent. Surprised I nod once. Not daring to challenge him.
Smiling I breath in the fresh air when we near the end of the cave. My eyes close for a second and I only notice the rock on the road when my foot hits it and I stumble.
Luckily Alan is supporting me. But when he holds me up, I – by accident– tear his shirt. There are scars on his chest and side and back. Lots of scars. Some a feint white healed line. Others more recent.
Quickly I look away. Pretending not to have seen it. Not knowing how Alan would react.
Carefully he helps me on Kayerith’s back, wrapping a blanket over me. Patting my knee once before walking over to Naigendra. Mounting his Dragon in one swift movement. When I look to Taigiri at my other side, I see Caithlynn is already sitting on his back.
“Right. Let’s go.”
There is nothing in her voice that betrays what I have just witnessed in the cave. So I stay silent. Knowing their pride.
We fly over the mountains. Up so high, that the tops are covered in snow.
I can feel Caithlynn’s eyes on me. Worried. They are both watching me. Both watching over me. It makes me feel save. Even though I know both must be suffering injuries from this fight as well.
I lean forward, wrapping my arms around my Dragon’s neck. I love to fly. It feels like sitting on the seesaw. Going up and down. Up and down. If I’m not careful, the rhythm and the sound of clapping wings will lull me to sleep. It’s a thought that makes me smile.