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Post by Treijim on Dec 21, 2006 13:25:20 GMT 9.5
"Don't ask me," Israfel said, a little harshly. "It's not personal. I just don't like talking much. I hope you understand."
He finished what he was eating and walked past Noel over to the door. The wind was howling outside but the door was thick wood enforced with metal and was sealed tight. He pressed his ear to it and waited. A silence filled the dark room. He then stopped and walked back to his table, resting his hands on it and taking a breather.
"They can smell you from out there. They're just sitting outside... Waiting... I might have to kill them all."
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Post by Frodobursh on Dec 21, 2006 13:27:36 GMT 9.5
Noel's eyes widened and immediately, he stood. "Smell me? Who are they?" He was careful not to appraoch Israfel, especially being closer to the exit which would make his smell stronger.
He continuously wondered who was standing outside looking for him.
"Who's looking for me? Why do they want me?" He asked.
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Post by Treijim on Dec 21, 2006 14:35:15 GMT 9.5
"You don't want to know what they are. The only reason I'm alive on this island is... I can kill them quickly. Normal people can't." He looked towards Noel. "Not even mages."
He whipped out a jagged sword and walked to the door, putting his hand against it. Bowing his head, he seemed to be contemplating going back out into the blizzard.
"I'm going to go and kill them. More will come, but only in a day or two. Meanwhile, I need you to remember where you came from so I can get you off this island. You won't survive here for more than a week."
He didn't even wait for a response. He shoved the door open and vanished into the flurrying snow. The door closed behind him and Noel was shut inside the cold stone all on his own.
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Post by Frodobursh on Dec 22, 2006 6:39:09 GMT 9.5
Noel was a bit frightened at the fact of being left alone, but he stayed close to the fire. Where did he come from? Truthfully, he was completely clueless. Being knocked out cold had completely wiped his memory. He just barely remembered his name.
He knew he was from Western Riiga. His parents? He didn't remember his parents. He recovered many tormented memories and shut his eyes tight before tears would slide down his face.
He was cold and lonley. He wrapped his arms around himself and took in a deep breath of air, his eyes lingering on the fire after opening them.
He remained silent, however, and listened intently to what could be happening outside. Since his eye sight wasn't the greatest, he had a good sense of hearing. He could hear crunching coming from outside.
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Post by Treijim on Dec 22, 2006 9:46:36 GMT 9.5
The door was pushed open and Srafel trudged inside, now limping. He closed the door behind him. Walking past Noel, it was clear in the light of the fire that his blood was streaked with a very dark liquid, darker than normal blood. He slammed his sword on the table angrily and began to wipe it down with a cloth. His boots and legs were again crusted with frosty snow, and his cloak had a few extra gashes in it.
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Post by Frodobursh on Dec 22, 2006 14:02:37 GMT 9.5
Noel fell completely silent. His eyes widened from the sight of the man's blood and he felt himself trembling. Simply the sight of blood made him weak and frightened. He looked away, tears swelling in his eyes. Too many memories were flooding back to him. He covered his face with his hands and took in a deep breath so that he could hide his tears from Srafel.
He wondered if what had been out there was still there. He muffled through his hands, "You are injured. Let me help you..." He was frightened of the response he would recieve and his words became quieter until they dropped off.
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Post by Treijim on Dec 22, 2006 14:47:44 GMT 9.5
"No. Stay away," Srafel said sharply. "I am fine... This wound is nothing. It will heal in a few moments."
He turned and looked at Noel standing there meekly. Srafel's lower arm was visible and there was a gash on it. Within seconds, though, the skin folded over and it healed itself. Only a scar was left behind. Srafel was holding Noel's gaze all the while.
"Don't cry. If you raise your emotions up they will come back faster. They feed on human weakness." He paused and looked at the ground. "Do you remember where you live at all?"
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Post by Frodobursh on Dec 24, 2006 2:12:41 GMT 9.5
Noel took in a deep breath, but his tears kept coming. He wiped them away quickly and managed to say, "I don't remember what the land is called... It's in Western Riiga... There is a great forest and it's a long island. There are mountains too... but... I didn't get to see much of it when I did live there."
He rubbed his eyes tiredly. He hadn't slept well for a long time and it was starting to rush to him, vision blurring. He held his hands before the fire, and, trying to concentrate away from crying, he froze the edges of one of the logs with a thin layer of ice, which quickly melted. He repeated doing so, and then stopped. It seemed he did these things out of habit.
"You can heal yourself. Were you born with that ability or did you learn it?" He asked. His eyes fell on the form of Srafel.
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Post by Treijim on Dec 31, 2006 8:55:19 GMT 9.5
"I taught myself," Srafel said quickly. "I had no other choice. It's the way of a Slayer."
He stopped and looked at Noel sideways. Watching the boy cast ice magic, he suddenly seemed hesitant to talk to him. His mouth moved but no words came. A moment later he sat on the ground and crossed his arms.
"I need to get you home... But there is a slight problem. The normal monsters that roam this area are mildly strong. It's extremely unlikely death is possible for me when I fight them. However..." He stared into the fire and narrowed his eyes. "Somewhere out there is a... Well, commoners call them Scouts. They are much stronger. I'll have to kill it or it will surely attack us when we leave in the morning."
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Post by Frodobursh on Jan 1, 2007 4:07:19 GMT 9.5
Noel took in a deep breath and wiped his eyes from tears> He knew he shouldn't be crying, but he was tired and wanted to go back.
He played around with the edge of a log and answered, "The morning...? Do they know we're in here...? Can they get in here...?" He thought about Srafel's healing magic. Magic in itself had interested him, but he had only been able to learn ice. No other magic seemed to come to him other than...
"So where can we sleep?" Noel asked.
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Post by Treijim on Jan 1, 2007 11:07:17 GMT 9.5
"Yes. Yes. No. Where you are," Srafel said, answering all of the boy's questions. He then answered them properly, seeing the confused look on his face. "The morning is in a few hours, but it's all the same in a blizzard. It'll die down by then. They know we're in here... partly thanks to your snivelling. They can smell it. They can't get in here though. They don't know how to open these doors."
He unfolded his arms and leant forward, towards the fire. "I'll stay awake and you can sleep where you are. If the ground is too hard, I'll sleep and you can stay awake." The wall was behind him so he leant against it, half-closing his eyes and still watching the fire. He was waiting to see what Noel would do.
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Post by Frodobursh on Jan 3, 2007 1:49:05 GMT 9.5
Noel hid a yawn and managed to calm himself down. The warmth of the fire was comforting. He knew he couldn't get much of a conversation out of Srafel, but Noel wasn't very outgoing either way. He had always been a little withdrawn and feared to speak to a lot of people.
For some reason he felt a certain connection with this man. He was keeping him safe and was going to get him somewhere safe. He decided to catch up on some sleep and he propped up his cape to make a pillow. He last saw the blur of flames before falling asleep.
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Post by Treijim on Jan 3, 2007 9:15:37 GMT 9.5
[Some hours later]
Noel was shoved in the shoulder and Srafel was squatting beside him, staring at the door. In his other hand was his sword. As always, his expression disguised any emotions he felt.
"Wake up," he whispered loudly. "We're leaving. Are you ready?"
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Post by Frodobursh on Jan 4, 2007 6:46:45 GMT 9.5
Noel was shocked at being awoken so quickly and he stood, looking about. "Wha... what?" Once he saw and remembered where he was, he calmed down. He looked at Srafel and then nodded. "Yeah."
He quickly gathered up his cape and put on his boots. He felt a shiver up his spine. Thinking about leaving the temple to something unknown was somewhat frightening to him.
"I'm ready."
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Post by Treijim on Jan 4, 2007 6:56:50 GMT 9.5
Srafel opened the door the same way he did last time and snow blasted into the room. He pulled Noel close to him and they walked out, the door slamming shut afterwards. The snow screamed around them but Srafel's large cloaks wrapped around them and protected them. They trudged on and turned left. Though neither of them would have been able to see two metres ahead, Srafel knew exactly where he was going. Every footstep he made was carefully planned as he stepped with extreme caution.
"Think about something else," Srafel said above the wind. "Don't think about the blizzard or the cold. You'll freeze."
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