06-27-2019, 11:56 AM
Time had seemed both eternal and momentary in the wake of his sacrifice for Beqanna. He had not given her the cure to gain anything, had not even imagined he might do more than curl next to her heart and breath his last, rattling breath.
Instead he had been overtaken, warmth and breath and life crashing through him until he had been irrevocably changed. Until he had become something more, something greater. Until it felt as though the very universe had flooded through his veins, burning and scalding until he wasn’t sure whether he had lived or died. Until blackness had consumed him.
When he had awoken, it had been to find himself at the center of a scalded circle in the depths of the meadow. The grass had lain flat around him, a silent witness of the power that had left him here.
At first, he had been disoriented, his entire body tingling as though seltzer now ran through his veins where blood once had been. But as he’d stumbled away from the scene of his return, it had rapidly become clear Beqanna had left him with far more than just his life.
It seemed he was no longer just a boy whose mother had accidentally forgotten him in the midst of a field.
And when he had discovered the universe lay at his very fingertips, there had been nothing to hold him back. Nothing to tie him here. Nothing to keep him from attempting to sate an insatiable curiosity. And so, when he returns, he is not entirely certain how long he had been gone. Not even entirely certain, for a few moments at least, just exactly where he is. It isn’t until he peers around, old memories stirring that he recognizes his once-home. Or at least, what had been as close to a home as anything else he’d had.
It’s curious, that feeling. As though he had been gone eons when in reality it had been no more than a year. Of course, he has found the passage of time to be even less predictable now that it had been in his youth. Indeed, he no longer appears the gangly youth he’d been not so long ago, but rather a man grown. Shimmering pale gold over lean vitality, framed by glinting silver locks. As timeless and ageless as the night sky and as unaware as it too.
An unconscious smile toying with mobile lips, Ten peers around him, allowing the memories to return. Allowing nostalgia to hold him, briefly, in its grip.
Instead he had been overtaken, warmth and breath and life crashing through him until he had been irrevocably changed. Until he had become something more, something greater. Until it felt as though the very universe had flooded through his veins, burning and scalding until he wasn’t sure whether he had lived or died. Until blackness had consumed him.
When he had awoken, it had been to find himself at the center of a scalded circle in the depths of the meadow. The grass had lain flat around him, a silent witness of the power that had left him here.
At first, he had been disoriented, his entire body tingling as though seltzer now ran through his veins where blood once had been. But as he’d stumbled away from the scene of his return, it had rapidly become clear Beqanna had left him with far more than just his life.
It seemed he was no longer just a boy whose mother had accidentally forgotten him in the midst of a field.
And when he had discovered the universe lay at his very fingertips, there had been nothing to hold him back. Nothing to tie him here. Nothing to keep him from attempting to sate an insatiable curiosity. And so, when he returns, he is not entirely certain how long he had been gone. Not even entirely certain, for a few moments at least, just exactly where he is. It isn’t until he peers around, old memories stirring that he recognizes his once-home. Or at least, what had been as close to a home as anything else he’d had.
It’s curious, that feeling. As though he had been gone eons when in reality it had been no more than a year. Of course, he has found the passage of time to be even less predictable now that it had been in his youth. Indeed, he no longer appears the gangly youth he’d been not so long ago, but rather a man grown. Shimmering pale gold over lean vitality, framed by glinting silver locks. As timeless and ageless as the night sky and as unaware as it too.
An unconscious smile toying with mobile lips, Ten peers around him, allowing the memories to return. Allowing nostalgia to hold him, briefly, in its grip.
TEN
@[Islas]