08-21-2016, 07:27 PM
BUT HOW COULD YOU KNOW THE SWEETEST SUFFERING
OF MOVING ON
OF MOVING ON
The venture from the Dale to the Falls was different. It offered new sights, new smells, new sounds, and piqued Tiphon’s interest. There was the roar of the waterfall and the open meadow. Everything was new to him and it filled him with an excitement he didn’t expect, but his trek to the Jungle provided a different sensation. He knows these trails and knows the wild, emerald sea that the kingdom offers. It brings back memories of his daughter and of Lagertha. For a fleeting moment he even remembers Echion and the daughter they created, but that was long ago. He knows Myrina has passed (her distressed son couldn’t control himself and suffocated her) but wonders if her children still roam. And Jocelyn? What of his precious girl?
A breath is drawn slowly into his lungs as his body appears quickly from the humid air. Where there was darkness from the tree cover there is now an illuminating light that reaches the canopy. It’s almost like a beacon, calling them, but it begins to dim just slightly as the sun suddenly nestles behind the clouds. Tiphon peers up and sees the macaws shouting above and monkeys screaming in the distance while hopping from branch to branch. He knows the ferocity and wild vigor that lives here, but how has it been affected since the war and since the demise of magic?
His voice is firm as it rings through the thicket of trees and underbrush. A gut-wrenching feeling advises him that Lagertha is no longer the Queen, but he doesn’t yet jump to conclusions. As patiently and quietly as he can Tiphon waits for the women to appear as they always do.
A breath is drawn slowly into his lungs as his body appears quickly from the humid air. Where there was darkness from the tree cover there is now an illuminating light that reaches the canopy. It’s almost like a beacon, calling them, but it begins to dim just slightly as the sun suddenly nestles behind the clouds. Tiphon peers up and sees the macaws shouting above and monkeys screaming in the distance while hopping from branch to branch. He knows the ferocity and wild vigor that lives here, but how has it been affected since the war and since the demise of magic?
His voice is firm as it rings through the thicket of trees and underbrush. A gut-wrenching feeling advises him that Lagertha is no longer the Queen, but he doesn’t yet jump to conclusions. As patiently and quietly as he can Tiphon waits for the women to appear as they always do.
TIPHON
STARLACE AND INFECTION