"Ahhh...such a wondrous sight you are...well not so wonderous but a delight indeed!"
The eyes, upon this being, engages Kerelia. She can feel the soothing energy seeping into her soul. Her wounds begin to slowly heal. Her mind becomes clearer as she regains some semblance of consciousness. She's felt this feeling before, she recounts, as her mind scrambles to put the pieces together but cannot. As her body is being revived, a dim light pulsates as the spell slowly fills her crest. A faint glow can be seen but just for a moment before she changes her positioning. A strange familiarity fills her mind as she glares longingly.
"You...you?!" She knows something is very unique about this one.
"Ohhhh...you rest, my dear. Rest! You have but days to be dead or free." The being seemed to be quite pleased in piquing her interest and begins to discontinue the gift.
"This...feeling...how?" A sudden surge of memories flood her thoughts as she focuses on regaining her stamina.
Before she can ask anymore questions, a guardsman noisily approaches the hold. Its hardened demeanor abruptly interrupts the silence that is followed only with clanking footfalls from a warriors' garb and weaponry. Upon this intrusion is a menacing gaze that seamlessly catches the eye of Kerelia. Before words are spoken, the unknown humanistic quickly ends his gaze as another guardsman enters. This guardsman is small in height but mighty in stature. Kind of a stout being with fiery-red hair, a thick mustache and a very physical build. About 4' 7"; not much for intimidation.
"Sire. You are to participate in today's festivities. The Hierarchy commands it so. Will you be adorning guests?" The bass flows from his form as if his body is an instrument to amplify the earthy tone.
The guardsman once again notices Kerelia. She barely stands and is half-dressed. His voice is high-pitched and squeaky. What an odd fellow indeed.
"Oh. No. Just me and my thoughts! Tell them I am on my way. However, before you do, you may need to address the food details, right? Wouldn't want to start another war, now would we?" The unknown humanistic snarks.
"Uh, no...no sir. Just delivering orders. No scrollsmen around when you need one, right?"
The being is unamused at the guardsmans' failed attempt at being humorous.
"Uh, well... carry on, sir. I shall have the warrior known as Tredus attend to the feast."
And with that, the guardsman tapped his mighty axe on the ground and disappeared. A large golden dust cloud is all that is left.
Kerelia stumbles upon the large bed behind her. She can feel the power slowly rising from the humanistics' body. Her eyes are focused on the surging energy filling her battered body.
"You ARE truly a sight aren't you?"
"You...y.."
"Nice to see you, too. How are you feeling-"
"Bro...ther?"
"I wouldn't share that tidbit, if I were you. Around here, I'm known for ...other things. The idea of "family" (he air quotes) is lost upon the locals here. No one knows what that's like...to have siblings, that is. The allfathers tend to remove such memories."
He takes a moment to step back. Those words trouble the speaker. He knows of the horrors brought on by the allfathers. He gets to see them firsthand. His duties are unwanted. His demeanor is both friendly and cold. He distances himself from such feelings but he hasn't forgotten them…not entirely.
"How...do I remember...you?" She pauses. "Our bloodties? Our history?" She inquires.
Perhaps this isn't meant to be answered. Maybe this a part of her quest. Not having the answers before her may be what's best. Kerelia hesitates to followup her thoughts. She can feel the healing energy engulf her. Her body and bindings are slowly coming together. She focuses as best she can to speed the progress.
"It's believed that as we age, we tend to remember events that will align our aura with that of the allfathers." He continues.
"Nothing can be confirmed because, well, we can't remember."
With that, he lowers his head. Amongst his view is the galley. It is home to the discarded remains of those who would fight in the Circle Of Reckoning.
The cleanup is never thorough and the stench takes days to clear. His mind is tasked with these lingering memories.
She thinks about her situation and boldly interrupts.
"Who are the scrollsmen? I saw one walking with Meiga."
He turns towards her at the mere mention of the powerful being.
"Meiga?! The storyteller? How do you know of him? Tell me everything."
He takes a seat upon her bed. His attention drawn in her words, he gently nods and tilts his head. He leans his ear as if to garner a whisper...to keep this knowledge sacred.
Just then she stops speaking. A faint light begins to illuminate around Kerelia's body. She can feel the warmth from the gentle glow. It's a feeling of home. Her mind begins to remember. It's filled with the laughter and joys of times long ago. As she remembers, her body trembles. The memories start to reverse and fade away. Her head is throbbing as her ears are filled with the sudden appearance of the guardsman.
"Sir. You are to participate in today's festivities. The Hierarchy commands it so. Will you be adorning guests?"
The guardsman notices Kereila. She barely stands and is half-dressed.
"Oh. No. Just me and my thoughts! Tell them I am on my way. However, before you do, you may need to address the food details, right? Wouldn't want to start another war, now would we?" The unknown humanistic snarks.
Kerelia senses something is amidst. She knows she came in battered but this time, her body is all healed. Yet, this has already happened. She looks about the room. There's a different energy here. A shadowy figure slinks away into the rear of the grand room. She senses his presence but her mind is still a bit hazy. She decides to lie down a bit to clear her thoughts.
The guardsman goes about his way as before and the unknown being touches her glowing skin.
"Interesting..."
The crest begins to glow a dull orange hue. The power within it slows her breathing. It seems to move about her randomly. She feels suffocated by the growing energy that emanates. Her eyes focus on the planks above her. They tremble upon her gaze as she tries to control this power. The planks shake and eventually dissipate. She can feel the way they disintegrate. She is frightened and excited. She can feel the blood rushing through those she can hear outside her chambers' door. She can feel the breath of air filling their bodies and the sense of utter awareness. A bird-like creature soars above and she can feel its heartbeat...its thoughts. Her eyes slowly roll back as she starts to seize from the abrupt rush of emotions. She slowly rocks and holds her head to try to calm herself. The crest glows a brilliant reddish hue. She clutches at her body and closes her eyes as she sobs softly. Her mind is hazy again but, this time, she feels a strange energy. It's somehow connected to her aura. She reaches out and feels the lifeforce of others. Sort of like HP in a game. She can see their strengths and weaknesses. Their energy leaves them as it gathers around her outreached hand. As she does this, the being she gauges loses the ability to move; albeit temporarily.
She feels the teleporting guardsman walking outside. He stops in his tracks as she gauges him through the thick, stone walls. She can hear the flickering of his energy just before he teleports. Her eyes widen like a cat. Her pupils narrow and glow immensely.
"Tickkkkk-tock...tickkkkk-TOCK!" A being can be heard as it taps its wrist to get her attention. Suddenly, glass around the doorframe cracks as if a blast of energy caused this disruption. The glass is like onyx. She hears someone whispering but can't lock in on the being. It moves to and fro...watching her movements. She collapses to the floor as the walls around her start to shake violently.
"Hmmmm. So, you are still subjected to the tribe's curse. I can't say too much. I need these memories. I will say this..."
He whispers his thoughts to the fallen Kerelia. Her eyes light up like small flares as he speaks. Her skin is hot to the touch as she shakes to ease the pain. The room is darkened by the sudden energy. It's stone facade is born to resist the powers of most beings. It's a containment unit of sorts. A room used to control its inhabitants. The room is large and dusty. Wear and tear gives clues to the room's longevity. A testament to what it's capable of. There are scratches and scorched areas found around this massive room. Through it all, none have escaped it. A massive seal can be found on the ceiling. It resides under the beams that dissipated. Were they really there?
The magical seal glows bright. It's position exposed as a result of Kereila's crest. The crest and seal slowly spin in perfect harmony. As if the seal is of the same incantation as the crest. Kerelia can no longer stay conscious after the abrupt response from her rejuvenated body. She looks around before falling off to sleep. In her dreams are reminders of a life long ago. Her history is forever lost in her faded memories. The odd room seems to rejuvenate her spirit as she is tasked with putting the pieces together. She had been an important ally yet she can't remember why. She knows of Meiga but how does that benefit her quest?
Why is she here? Her sleep provides no comfort. She may as well indulge these thoughts for they are her only friends this day. She slowly falls off to sleep. Peeking at the familiar being, she drifts into the dreamstate. Her body glows a soft orange hue. The rooms responds as the seal glows a soft orange as well. The crest moves towards her back and channels her aura. Her energy glows faintly as she rests.
Approaching her with wonder, the being stands beside her bed. Gently stroking her metallic hair, the being remembers his tasks for today.
"We'll try again later. Remember my words. Speak with no one about this." The humanistic rises above her and disappears.