"Of course he hasn't taken his pilgrima-" Auberon's cry cut the prince off. His face fell, rushing to the door. He swung the door open and his eyes fell to the prince's writhing figure on the bed. "Get me cold water and towels this instant!!" he barked. Servants bustled and ran, attempting to fulfill his commands.The young noble kept screaming again and again,. He could only imagine the amount of pain that he was enduring.
"It will not help. He must dispel the magic on his ow-"
"I know!" he snapped, glowering at the older woman, "But I have to do something!" Addar turned his attention back to the Hylian prince and he began to work the moment the servants came back with supplies. Addar desperately tried to keep the prince's temperature down. Auberon's skin was hot to the touch. If Addar hadn't been sure of it himself, he'd think it was piping hot metal.
It wasn't until the young prince looked down to his own hands before he realized he was panicking. No, this won't do... Calm yourself. Your emotions effect others... Deep breath and find your calm. The Gerudo youngling took a deep breath and let it out slowly. His hands moved over the child in front of him. He wouldn't use his magic; he was not trained enough yet. But, it would only serve to make the situation worse... That is why Prince Auberon was in this predicament in the first place.
It was then that the princeling let out another cry and his breathing stopped entirely. Addar's face fell as he watched the young boy's chest stop moving. "No!" he cried out. He stood up and pressed his ear against the boy's chest. Nothing. He put his palms against Auberon's chest and pressed down. It was hot, nearly burning his own hands, but he kept on. After three pushes he put his ear to the young man's chest once more, He desperately found himself wishing that the young Sheikah were awake. She might be able to shed some light on the subject, and he, like so many others in Hyrule, needed this young prince to survive.
Thursday, June 16, 2016
Wednesday, June 15, 2016
Feeding the Fires
My father is dead... my mother, she is too. My life is gone. You did this. I did nothing to hurt anyone, but you killed my family and tried to kill me and my friends! You deserve to die! Die... DIE... DIE!
This place was dark and desolate without the flames that had wreathed it when he awoke. There was nothing, no matter where he looked. Something had changed and he knew not why. With the flames gone, heat no longer choked the air around him, but the fire searing flesh from bone still seemed to grow in his breast. He didn't know what it was, where it came from, and he didn't recognize the voice that seemed to make it burn hotter. All he did know was pain, stinging from the heat burning his skin from the inside.
His body had become dry and brittle beneath the relentless fire. While he had tried to walk in the darkness to start with, satisfied that any effort was better than none, he could no longer. Pieces of himself fell away with each movement, like clay, and the pain was too much to fight through.
He didn't want to die here, alone in the darkness. Tears rolled down his cheeks and he stretched his hand up into the void. More pain emanated from his arm as pieces of his skin cracked and fell away, disappearing into dust. "Help me... please..."
Nothing met his hand. No succor eased his suffering despite his pleas. Only the shouting voice continued in the dark.
Why do I deserve this!? What did I do? Why must I live in pain and fear when I have done nothing? What cruel gods are smiling upon this from their heavens... they all deserve to die. Everything should just BURN!
A fresh wave of agony bloomed in his chest and threatened to break Levin to pieces. He fought, clenching his jaw, to weather the storm but a scream still tore from his throat. This had to be his end. There was no way this weak, fragile body could endure such strain and continue on. More and more pieces of himself cracked and fell away into dust... thoughts, memories, feelings...
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The prince's body went ridged and his brow began to drench with sweat as he cried out. He remained seized in the throes of pain for a brief eternity, gripping his sheets until his knuckles turned white. When the screams finally subsided, however, and the tension vanished, so too did his breath.
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Tendrils of chill seeped up from below him, filling the fissures and creeping beneath his skin like a living creature. A hand stretched out and wrapped around his outstretched arm from behind.
"Magic is emotion... the more you feel, the stronger you are." The hand belonged to a girl. Her voice was gentle and like to a teacher recounting a lesson. "It is the gift of the gods to their children, those whose hearts paint the world with everything they feel. Love, empathy... anger... sorrow. However, emotions are hard to control. They can consume you." The thumb of her hand stroked across his broken knuckles. "Even if you have the best of intentions."
"Help me..." he croaked.
"I am trying... I can't wrench this from you though. You're stronger than I am, stronger than you know."
"... I will die...."
"Something tells me I can't let you. I heard you in my mind, so I think I'm supposed to help you."
"H-how...?"
"Open the hand you have clenched so tightly around this anger. If you let it go, the fires should go with it."
"What..?"
"Your anger. That voice."
"That's... m-me?"
"It is. And it's creating more flames, as anger often does. However, since those flames have nowhere to go, they're destroying you."
Let go.
This place was dark and desolate without the flames that had wreathed it when he awoke. There was nothing, no matter where he looked. Something had changed and he knew not why. With the flames gone, heat no longer choked the air around him, but the fire searing flesh from bone still seemed to grow in his breast. He didn't know what it was, where it came from, and he didn't recognize the voice that seemed to make it burn hotter. All he did know was pain, stinging from the heat burning his skin from the inside.
His body had become dry and brittle beneath the relentless fire. While he had tried to walk in the darkness to start with, satisfied that any effort was better than none, he could no longer. Pieces of himself fell away with each movement, like clay, and the pain was too much to fight through.
He didn't want to die here, alone in the darkness. Tears rolled down his cheeks and he stretched his hand up into the void. More pain emanated from his arm as pieces of his skin cracked and fell away, disappearing into dust. "Help me... please..."
Nothing met his hand. No succor eased his suffering despite his pleas. Only the shouting voice continued in the dark.
Why do I deserve this!? What did I do? Why must I live in pain and fear when I have done nothing? What cruel gods are smiling upon this from their heavens... they all deserve to die. Everything should just BURN!
A fresh wave of agony bloomed in his chest and threatened to break Levin to pieces. He fought, clenching his jaw, to weather the storm but a scream still tore from his throat. This had to be his end. There was no way this weak, fragile body could endure such strain and continue on. More and more pieces of himself cracked and fell away into dust... thoughts, memories, feelings...
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The prince's body went ridged and his brow began to drench with sweat as he cried out. He remained seized in the throes of pain for a brief eternity, gripping his sheets until his knuckles turned white. When the screams finally subsided, however, and the tension vanished, so too did his breath.
----------
Tendrils of chill seeped up from below him, filling the fissures and creeping beneath his skin like a living creature. A hand stretched out and wrapped around his outstretched arm from behind.
"Magic is emotion... the more you feel, the stronger you are." The hand belonged to a girl. Her voice was gentle and like to a teacher recounting a lesson. "It is the gift of the gods to their children, those whose hearts paint the world with everything they feel. Love, empathy... anger... sorrow. However, emotions are hard to control. They can consume you." The thumb of her hand stroked across his broken knuckles. "Even if you have the best of intentions."
"Help me..." he croaked.
"I am trying... I can't wrench this from you though. You're stronger than I am, stronger than you know."
"... I will die...."
"Something tells me I can't let you. I heard you in my mind, so I think I'm supposed to help you."
"H-how...?"
"Open the hand you have clenched so tightly around this anger. If you let it go, the fires should go with it."
"What..?"
"Your anger. That voice."
"That's... m-me?"
"It is. And it's creating more flames, as anger often does. However, since those flames have nowhere to go, they're destroying you."
Let go.
Tuesday, May 3, 2016
Domestic Quarrels
The woman strode to the boy's side. Raising her hand she swept it over him. The heat needed to escape... She slowly laid her hand on his chest and began lifting her hand as if she were pulling something out of his body. She was pinpointing where he stored his rage and was pulling the heat it out of his very spirit. Gradually Levin's body began to cool. The princeling would have to work out the rage himself.
After a few moments passed, the woman emerged from the room, her eyes falling to the Gerudo Prince. "Prince Addar, I've looked over Prince Levin," she offered a polite bow. Addar fought rolling his eyes and he simply began massaging the bridge of his nose.
"And?"
"He will recover in time. I've removed the threat of him releasing any harmful fire magics, and injuring those around him."
"So... You've contained the magic? Doesn't that mean that it's reflecting inward?" his voice clipped in annoyance, "He'll die."
"My concern, as should yours is keeping the residents of this fortress safe," she chided, her eyes narrowing down at the princeling.
"Do you realize that he is the last member of the royal family?!" he squared his shoulders, unwilling to back down.
"Cool your temper and remember where your loyalties lie, Prince. He will be fine. He simply has to defuse the magic himself," she explained cooly. Her eyes wandered back over to the door, "Though it is surprising. I would think that it would be no problem for the future king of Hyrule... Has he yet to take his pilgrimage?"
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