Post by Azurick Hy'Lavarna on Jun 5, 2009 14:29:47 GMT -5
I inhaled sharply as the sounds of the world around me hit my ears and I let my hands clench tightly around fistfuls of the plush grass beneath me and slowly I let my eyes flutter open only to see the beautiful pale blue sky above me without a cloud to be seen. With a stretch and a yawn I slowly sat up taking in the rest of my surroundings only to find I was alone in nothing but a field of ankle high grass with trees in one direction which I could only assume was east to the sun's position within the sky. With a smile and another deep breath of the fresh air I got to my feet and then examined myself, only to quickly have my happiness turn to dismay as I saw myself in the Hy'Lavarna Battle Tabard, torn and tattered and stained with my own dried blood. Frantic I tried to grab at what memories I had.
I was from what I could remember, three hundred and thirty-three years old and the Hy'Lavarna Kingdom had been reduced to nothing, there was no kingdom for me to be prince of because the last of the clans blessed by the Blue Dragon Prince of Water Azaliss was my brother Azmieth, my captian and wife Roux and myself. The last thing I could remember was sitting at the dinner table with my wife and then... suddenly pain shot through my head as a glimpse of some battle hit me.
My sword was in my hand and I was having a struggle of power with a man with long red hair, his eyes glowing gold as he glared at me with his teeth bared and I could feel the wounds upon my body ache as all of my muscles tensed trying to hold off his blade and finally he knocked me back and slashed me across the chest.
"It has been almost ten-thousand years Azurick and I would have thought you would have became more powerful instead of weaker. Specially with you becoming a God." He roared and finally I recognised that voice and that glare. Chrotos, the King of the Phenali, the one who began the Scourge of Dragons which wasted most of my clans.
"Well Chrotos." I laughed without any control over the dream. "I had to die sometime, just try to make it permenant if you can. Tired of coming back to some bigger blade biter than before, always thiking he can kill me. Funny though, you have killed Cedriv already. With me dead you'll what? Go for Azmieth and Raven? How about my other family? My children like Lai, Hazen, Kahlan or Rourke?"
As I said Rourke's name his eyes narrowed and he stepped on my chest, pressing down firmly trying to get a yelp out of me but such a determination lay within me that I had never felt.
"Rourke is dead unless you named another of your children after your first born son. Funny though, wasn't it watching your own wife Kassia kill him at the very temple you stole Soulreaver from me?"
That was a memory I did have. Without having the flashback.
"Oh trust me. The Gods did their part to help my son. Now he goes by a name he likes better than Rourke. I like the new name, Kassia named him Rourke, I wanted to name him Azavander." I could sense I was trying to get under Chrotos's skin but it was something I never did.
"Always a pleasure Azurick. Maybe I will see you in Bo'Lothrin one day. Say hi to Roux when you get there." As Roux's name left his mouth I wanted to cry out. My loving, tempramental wife was apparently dead? Then I watched as he sunk his blade forward, felt it stab through my neck and in that moment heard the thought in my own head like I was speaking to myself.
~This is how it was. You have lived a long life but now it is time to rise and defend all you care about. Go forward and claim vengeance on Chrotos, but your destination first will be somewhere you can grasp what your life is now. Goldenmyst. Soon, you and I shall become one again and all will make sense. Find Rourke and Desari. Defend both since Chrotos will go for them. Good luck.~
I came rushing back into my body in the field of grass, tears streaming down my eyes while I was on all fours. Suddenly a voice came from behind me.
"You always were a handful." I turned to see the person behind that perfect voice and saw my wife Roux only to rush forward and try to wrap my arms around her only to fall through her and land on the ground. "I'm sorry hunny, but that dream is real. I have been dead for thousands of years, but not once did you forget me." She smiled softly as she knelt beside me and ran her hand across my cheek which I could not feel and the tears welled up once more. "Find Rourke. Find your new wife. Then do what you do best. The others will find you. Raven will come to Goldenmyst soon enough to help you. Azmieth may come later. I love you." With that she faded into nothingness but where she had stood lay a new battle tabard of the Hy'Lavarna Family, black with dark blue trim and outstretched dragon with its head pointing up at the sky and two crossed swords with their blades pointing up. There was a knee high pair of black boots with silver buckles running up the sides and black pants and dark blue shirt. In front of the clothes lay my dark blue leather belt with two scabbard filled with the blue Sapphire blade Kendrysen which I remembered losing a long time ago during the beginning of the Scourge of Dragons. In the other scabbard was the Hy'Lavarna Royal Blade, Kyl'Vesen.
Slowly I turned and began marching toward the west, somehow knowing that marching for about two months I would reach Goldenmyst. What was going to happen? How am I to adapt to a life I hadn't lived, that my future self had. In deep confusion I marched.
I was from what I could remember, three hundred and thirty-three years old and the Hy'Lavarna Kingdom had been reduced to nothing, there was no kingdom for me to be prince of because the last of the clans blessed by the Blue Dragon Prince of Water Azaliss was my brother Azmieth, my captian and wife Roux and myself. The last thing I could remember was sitting at the dinner table with my wife and then... suddenly pain shot through my head as a glimpse of some battle hit me.
My sword was in my hand and I was having a struggle of power with a man with long red hair, his eyes glowing gold as he glared at me with his teeth bared and I could feel the wounds upon my body ache as all of my muscles tensed trying to hold off his blade and finally he knocked me back and slashed me across the chest.
"It has been almost ten-thousand years Azurick and I would have thought you would have became more powerful instead of weaker. Specially with you becoming a God." He roared and finally I recognised that voice and that glare. Chrotos, the King of the Phenali, the one who began the Scourge of Dragons which wasted most of my clans.
"Well Chrotos." I laughed without any control over the dream. "I had to die sometime, just try to make it permenant if you can. Tired of coming back to some bigger blade biter than before, always thiking he can kill me. Funny though, you have killed Cedriv already. With me dead you'll what? Go for Azmieth and Raven? How about my other family? My children like Lai, Hazen, Kahlan or Rourke?"
As I said Rourke's name his eyes narrowed and he stepped on my chest, pressing down firmly trying to get a yelp out of me but such a determination lay within me that I had never felt.
"Rourke is dead unless you named another of your children after your first born son. Funny though, wasn't it watching your own wife Kassia kill him at the very temple you stole Soulreaver from me?"
That was a memory I did have. Without having the flashback.
"Oh trust me. The Gods did their part to help my son. Now he goes by a name he likes better than Rourke. I like the new name, Kassia named him Rourke, I wanted to name him Azavander." I could sense I was trying to get under Chrotos's skin but it was something I never did.
"Always a pleasure Azurick. Maybe I will see you in Bo'Lothrin one day. Say hi to Roux when you get there." As Roux's name left his mouth I wanted to cry out. My loving, tempramental wife was apparently dead? Then I watched as he sunk his blade forward, felt it stab through my neck and in that moment heard the thought in my own head like I was speaking to myself.
~This is how it was. You have lived a long life but now it is time to rise and defend all you care about. Go forward and claim vengeance on Chrotos, but your destination first will be somewhere you can grasp what your life is now. Goldenmyst. Soon, you and I shall become one again and all will make sense. Find Rourke and Desari. Defend both since Chrotos will go for them. Good luck.~
I came rushing back into my body in the field of grass, tears streaming down my eyes while I was on all fours. Suddenly a voice came from behind me.
"You always were a handful." I turned to see the person behind that perfect voice and saw my wife Roux only to rush forward and try to wrap my arms around her only to fall through her and land on the ground. "I'm sorry hunny, but that dream is real. I have been dead for thousands of years, but not once did you forget me." She smiled softly as she knelt beside me and ran her hand across my cheek which I could not feel and the tears welled up once more. "Find Rourke. Find your new wife. Then do what you do best. The others will find you. Raven will come to Goldenmyst soon enough to help you. Azmieth may come later. I love you." With that she faded into nothingness but where she had stood lay a new battle tabard of the Hy'Lavarna Family, black with dark blue trim and outstretched dragon with its head pointing up at the sky and two crossed swords with their blades pointing up. There was a knee high pair of black boots with silver buckles running up the sides and black pants and dark blue shirt. In front of the clothes lay my dark blue leather belt with two scabbard filled with the blue Sapphire blade Kendrysen which I remembered losing a long time ago during the beginning of the Scourge of Dragons. In the other scabbard was the Hy'Lavarna Royal Blade, Kyl'Vesen.
Slowly I turned and began marching toward the west, somehow knowing that marching for about two months I would reach Goldenmyst. What was going to happen? How am I to adapt to a life I hadn't lived, that my future self had. In deep confusion I marched.