Blackest Heart chapter one
#1 of blackest heart
the death of an elf or is it, awaken after a fall that should have killed him can he answer the questions that pleuge him or is he traped forever in the tower of the Chonus Magus.
this is a work inprogress the character portared in it belong to myself and my wife.
Running, the only thought on his mind to escape, both from the pain and those that chase him... Acid eating at his flesh bleaching out its pigment turning his ebon flesh grey. Getting to the surface some how his destination reaches out from his pain fogged mind pushing him on ward stumbling out he feels the warmth of the sun its rays evaporating the acid another step and he is fully out in the suns rays but the sensation of falling replaces the burning of his flesh... he eyes stain to open only to shut tight as the ground to quickly approaches and suddenly he stops falling and darkness not pain greats him.
Hours or days later he suddenly set up in bed screaming clawing at the gauze covering his eyes only to be roughly pushed and held to the bed "that's enough" a voice of power demands "my apprentice did not save your life for you to claw out your own eyes elf" foot steps move away from the bed returning a moment later to push a cup of water into his hands and up for his mouth "I have healed most of your burns your eyes and voice will take more time, honestly there are less painful ways to die then bathing in shadow gloom and leaping from the spire..." a book opens "for instance falling on ones dagger"
He croaks and coughs as he tries to speak "was not... dieing" pain racks over his every feature with ever word
The mage cocks an ear "eh what was that... the elf trying to speak even when I told him its pointless, maybe he didn't think I was telling the truth or maybe he wants to ruin his voice beyond all repair... fine by me that way as a silent mind is easier to train"
A loud crack sounds across the room followed by a feminine voice "leave him a lone old goat, or I swear I'll cook you like a lamb and serve you to the other students"
The air fills with the smell of fire burning earth and brimstone his heart beats faster as some where in the back of his mind what this smell means there is ether an intense blaze or vary near there is a dragon. The old mage just laughs "all right all right, Trish I'll stop trying to cram his over soft brain with information, but he better grow wings the next time he wants to fly, one can only turn time back so much" the mages foot steps fade away as he leave the room and moves off.
"Wheir..." he croaks trying once more to speak only to feel the soft flesh of what could only be silken covered breasts of the female apprentice Trish.
slender finger presses against his lips encased in velvet gloves "shhh... the magus is right, if you value the ability to speak you should remain silent until your voice has healed..." her voice changes to amusement "some one got excited" she remarks then moves away from the bed "I think you should pull up your sheets, you might scare the other apprentices" she leaves the room it takes him a few second to relies what she was talking about before pulling the him of the blanket to recover himself.
alone he once more has time to think... his name what was his name, he remembers running in the caves he, remembers falling even seeing the ground so close it could claim him... but why every thing before that is gone not even his, once more his hand reach up to his face... pulling them up then hissing out in pain as the light floods in... he covers his eyes slowly letting light filter though to letting them adjust then through the blur he looks around the room rising from bed and stumbling to a dresser leaning in as close as he can trying to see his reflection he makes out his ash grey flesh and blue grey eyes even with the streaks of red with in them, and a strange thought crosses his mind 'was this always my face?'.
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many floors above the white haired bearded magus sets now reading from a large book set upon a black wooden lecher he takes notes in a small leather bound tome in his off hand... Trish walks into the study the blue silk dress clings to her figure complimenting her ebon scales and matching the runes etched into her draconian flesh.
"was it really necessary mage did you have to take his memories" the dragoness asks almost demanding an answer from her master.
the old mage merely looks up his face etched with only minor annoyance "you rescue a dark elf whom is drench from head to foot in shadow gloom, the acid already haven eaten way most of his flesh, from falling to his death then demand of me to heal him and now you want to know my reasons?" shakes his head and puts down his note book "there are a great many things you do not know more things then you will likely ever truly understand" as the old man speaks until a child barley tall enough to pear above her navel looks smugly up at her, "for instance I have all the powers of an arch mage and then some at my disposal and yet I make my home here a floating on top of a spire that is so high even time has given up on reaching the top" the boy waves his hand across the library and vanishes reappearing across the way as a man about 20 with the same timeless white hair and silver eyes "amongst my greatest achievements is my life of sorts or rather living it outside of times reach, but even that is a double edge sword as one is hardly ever surprised. At any given time I may be any age I desire or recall and at any given time I remember any given time my passed to me is recallable just as well as my future I have learned all of what I will learn and know what I need to know at any given time I am merely going through the motions and existing for the sake of those that need , will need, or have needed my guidance... if I tell you I did what I did before am doing now and will do again that should be reason enough"
The dragoness stairs blankly at him not truly grasping what the mage was saying " so you saying you erased his memory because you did it?"
Shakes his head "I'm saying I have my reasons, reasons I can not tell you because they might not exist yet or perhaps your elfin lover their might not recall them, or perhaps has not wished it yet"
The dragoness blushes "he is not my lover!" she protests
The mage merely responds "yet" then retreats into his study a door way not even his most devoted students dare to traverse.
Angrily she exhales a small plume of flame "gods you old fool why cant you ever give me a straight answer!" she yells out as she always did when he was being difficult but his words told to her when first he took her as a student rang back in her mind 'it is for you to learn the answer I can merely show you the path' frustrated she stomps out the room.
The tome the old mage was read slowly closes written on the cover in elfish script 'Windscar" slowly the book raises from its lecher and floats to its place on the selves a line of books under the heading 'what will be'