Smoke billows into the air, clogging the lungs and blinding the woodland creatures making their desperate escape from the flames. Among the frantic masses is a boy, no older than ten, fleeing for his life along side a small, fluffy fox.
In a large clearing, hidden away in a secluded forest, an ancient towering structure burns, great clouds of smoke rise into the air as the flames consume everything.
The cries of those trapped inside echo in the boy's ears, each step he takes is fueled by frantic, shallow breaths.
A thousand frantic thoughts gallop through his mind as the flames give chase, herding him and the fleeing creatures toward the edge of a large cliff.
Everything he knew, everyone he loved, were rapidly disappearing as the flames reached for the sky. The boy's run came to a skittering halt as he reached the edge of the cliff, looking down all he could see was the deep, rushing waters of the river below. Feeling the heat of the fire on his back, the gap toothed child sucks down a desperate breath, gathers his furry companion into his arms and leaps into the icy waters below.
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Caster jumped as the dream came to an abrupt end, as it always did, with the dreadfully cold water closing in over his head. He lets out a groan as he sits up, the cold compacted dirt beneath him did not make the best pillow for his impromptu nap.
As he stands, he dusts his lanky frame off and startles the sleeping bundle of orange fur at his side. The fox lets out a small yawn as it's master stands, stretching the creature follows suit.
"Up so soon?" The fox speaks in a soft, feminine voice. "You ought to get more rest".
"...We should get moving", the man speaks, without looking down to his companion. The fox lets out a small, huff, a clear sign of her disapproval. A growing man needed his rest, a fact her master was keen to ignore.
Caster gives one final stretch, his back pops in the process, eliciting another groan from the man. He made a mental note to consult an inn the next time he wanted any amount of real rest.
As he bends down to grab his bag off the ground, a couple of new faces arrive on scene.
"Well well, what have we here?"
Blinking, Caster looks up at two large, clearly intoxicated men, the very smell of their breath was enough to give the man a headache.
"Oh gods", the mage takes a step back, so his back is against the wall of the building, which he now assumes was a tavern. He really needed to start paying closer attention to the places he slept behind.
"Look I don't want trouble", Caster talks slowly as he attempts to side step the men, but one cuts him off, grinning.
"This ain't about what you want, its bout what we want", he laughs as his friend cracks his knuckles.
"And we want all the valuables you have on you, so what's in the bag?".
One of the drunks reaches for the strap on his bag, and earns a boot in his face for his troubles. Drunk one drops to his knees, clutching a now bloody nose while the others staggers backward and charges the mage with a loud angry cry.
MysticWitch
((and there we go, sorry for the delay, it's been one hell of a night))
In a large clearing, hidden away in a secluded forest, an ancient towering structure burns, great clouds of smoke rise into the air as the flames consume everything.
The cries of those trapped inside echo in the boy's ears, each step he takes is fueled by frantic, shallow breaths.
A thousand frantic thoughts gallop through his mind as the flames give chase, herding him and the fleeing creatures toward the edge of a large cliff.
Everything he knew, everyone he loved, were rapidly disappearing as the flames reached for the sky. The boy's run came to a skittering halt as he reached the edge of the cliff, looking down all he could see was the deep, rushing waters of the river below. Feeling the heat of the fire on his back, the gap toothed child sucks down a desperate breath, gathers his furry companion into his arms and leaps into the icy waters below.
_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+
Caster jumped as the dream came to an abrupt end, as it always did, with the dreadfully cold water closing in over his head. He lets out a groan as he sits up, the cold compacted dirt beneath him did not make the best pillow for his impromptu nap.
As he stands, he dusts his lanky frame off and startles the sleeping bundle of orange fur at his side. The fox lets out a small yawn as it's master stands, stretching the creature follows suit.
"Up so soon?" The fox speaks in a soft, feminine voice. "You ought to get more rest".
"...We should get moving", the man speaks, without looking down to his companion. The fox lets out a small, huff, a clear sign of her disapproval. A growing man needed his rest, a fact her master was keen to ignore.
Caster gives one final stretch, his back pops in the process, eliciting another groan from the man. He made a mental note to consult an inn the next time he wanted any amount of real rest.
As he bends down to grab his bag off the ground, a couple of new faces arrive on scene.
"Well well, what have we here?"
Blinking, Caster looks up at two large, clearly intoxicated men, the very smell of their breath was enough to give the man a headache.
"Oh gods", the mage takes a step back, so his back is against the wall of the building, which he now assumes was a tavern. He really needed to start paying closer attention to the places he slept behind.
"Look I don't want trouble", Caster talks slowly as he attempts to side step the men, but one cuts him off, grinning.
"This ain't about what you want, its bout what we want", he laughs as his friend cracks his knuckles.
"And we want all the valuables you have on you, so what's in the bag?".
One of the drunks reaches for the strap on his bag, and earns a boot in his face for his troubles. Drunk one drops to his knees, clutching a now bloody nose while the others staggers backward and charges the mage with a loud angry cry.
MysticWitch
((and there we go, sorry for the delay, it's been one hell of a night))