Ion
Elixir through your veins
Sera groaned, sitting up from her Fanglorn with a yawn. In the morning sun, her canines blinked in the sun, a feature that came with being one with the Nox people. She stretched before rubbing her eyes, the morning was warm. She hadn't expected less of the early Spring Season.
Sera stretched her neck, smiling as Ylle turned around, a tongue hanging out from his massive canines to look at her with yellow eyes, 'Morning buddy,' she whispered, rubbing her giant wolf's neck. Ylle made a sound that resembled a cat's purr before speeding up.
Yes, Sera thought, she had indeed been sleeping shamelessly on wolf back again. As always, she had delayed her trip to the Capital for as long as possible. Now she was awaited in hours, for the Reaping. With a sigh she leaned backwards, lying on top of Ylle's silver fur as she stared up at the lighting sky, her legs dangling by the Fanglorn's sides.
She remembered it as if it were yesterday.
'They've done it again! Sera! Sera?' the voice shouted, awaking her from her sweet slumber. Rayne appeared in her room, her sister's black hair messy as she pointed a finger towards the outside of the decorated tent, 'They've burnt down the front defences!'
With a shot Sera sprang up, leaving the warm nest of her bed for cold reality, 'They what?' she hissed, not even caring about her nightdress but immediately grabbing the sword she had by her bed, unsheathing it, 'Is it the savages or...?' her voice trailed off, knowing Rayne would know what she meant.
The dead look in her sister's eyes said it all, 'It's the Lightfolk,' the girl nearly growled before running back outside.
Their village had been a mess, bodies scattered like broken toys. Fanglorns torn apart by mechanical machines, blood coating the rich earth, suffocating it.
Sera could remember her feet, the bloody marks it left behind when she finally found her parents. When she finally found their corpses, from then on all Rayne could do was stare at nothing. And that was what she was doing now. Under the care of their grandmother.
When Sera had heard of the prophecy she had jumped at the opportunity. She would enter Lightfolk territory if necessary, she would find that damn prophecy child and convince him or her to choose her people. The Nox. Those that were wronged by the Lightfolk, those prejudiced pricks.
Of course the officials called for her as one of the leading representative of the Lightfolk. Over the years she had taken over leadership of their tribe, she had left everything behind. Determined to lead her people towards victory.
Of course those pompous assholes needed her.
'Come on Ylle,' she whispered, sitting up abruptly and grabbing one fistful of the Fanglorn's silver neck fur, 'We have to make it before sunset,' with a swift low whistle, the silver wolf shot forward, covering the large distances of Nox territory towards the flying fortress of the Capital.
In the sky, the Capital floated, like an out of place island that found itself in sudden midair. Lightfolk had cut down most greenery and the only things they had close to Mother Nature were the makeshift forests and gardens they had built at the edges of their districts. From there, long vines draped down towards the ground, in the Summer children would climb up and down the vines as if they were ropes. It gave them an adrenalin rush.
As Sera neared the massive fortress she sought for the stairway. In midair, with nothing holding it to the ground except for the mechanic works of the Capital itself, it tended to spin lightly on an invisible axis and the stairway changed places every few minutes.
Sighing she caught sight of the long spiral, made out of what would seem mechanic stairs. Making Ylle sprint towards right under it she looked up, her eyes squinting close because of the midday sun, 'Hey! I am Seranylle Ninuriel of the Blackwater Tribe! I am here for the Reaping!'
Above she could hear guards laughing, growling in frustration, she got up. Standing on Ylle's back as she cupped her hands around her mouth, 'Hey! Seranylle Ninuriel of the Blackwater Tribe, reporting for the Reaping!'
Slowly, nearly pain stakingly a mechanic shifting sounded, the glinting metal stairs out of reach for any person on the ground unfolded slowly. To then stop just outside of Sera's reach.
A capital guard came down, his collar white, like all the rest of the pretentious bastards were. He hauled out a clipboard, flicking through it slowly, his eyes skimming it near lazily. Occasionally glancing down at Sera, who now had her hands on her hips.
Sera's black hair was braided back, showing her ears, which per Nox tradition were pierced with three piercings through her right ear. She wore her riding clothes, a black tight shirt, soft leather pants and sturdy low black boots. Normally she'd go barefoot but her grandmother had insisted her to be more presentable if she were to go to the Capital.
'Alright then,' the guard drawled, turning back to wave, the stairs unfolded more and Sera jumped off Ylle, one hand on the wolf's large snout.
'My mount is coming with me, I assume it is on your piece of paper,' she hissed, more than annoyed and insulted that he had taken this long to check her. It was discrimination. Just because she was a Nox.
The guard sniffed but let her pass and Sera entered enemy territory.
She would get her revenge, damn the Capital people, nature crushing animals.
The Capital had been built long ago, the first time when Lightfolk and the Nox people crashed. They could not coexist on the ground, those who weren't good with animals, who didn't have it in them to hunt and kill. Over time, they had built the floating fortress, a void between their more instinctual siblings. Now they stayed in the Capital, learning more, greedy for the information they consumed.
The Capital was built up pretty simply, alike a triangle there were districts. At the bottom were the workers, who did not have enough brain capacity to contribute to building the Capital. They hunted and did small jobs.
The middle ring consisted out of merchants, those with enough money to sponsor the geniuses up above.
At the very top was the Council, the idea factory. The place where all decisions were made. And Sera had to go all the way up there, to attend that damned meeting. To determine who was going to retrieve the prophecy and who wasn't. There was going to be a fight, she heard.
Let them come, she thought grimly as she tried to ignore the looks Lightfolk citizens were giving her as she directed Ylle through the small streets. Folk here did not ride mounts, they rode in little mechanical machines, soulless things, she thought as she watched a man step out a great hunk of tin foil.
It stunk.
Sera stretched her neck, smiling as Ylle turned around, a tongue hanging out from his massive canines to look at her with yellow eyes, 'Morning buddy,' she whispered, rubbing her giant wolf's neck. Ylle made a sound that resembled a cat's purr before speeding up.
Yes, Sera thought, she had indeed been sleeping shamelessly on wolf back again. As always, she had delayed her trip to the Capital for as long as possible. Now she was awaited in hours, for the Reaping. With a sigh she leaned backwards, lying on top of Ylle's silver fur as she stared up at the lighting sky, her legs dangling by the Fanglorn's sides.
She remembered it as if it were yesterday.
'They've done it again! Sera! Sera?' the voice shouted, awaking her from her sweet slumber. Rayne appeared in her room, her sister's black hair messy as she pointed a finger towards the outside of the decorated tent, 'They've burnt down the front defences!'
With a shot Sera sprang up, leaving the warm nest of her bed for cold reality, 'They what?' she hissed, not even caring about her nightdress but immediately grabbing the sword she had by her bed, unsheathing it, 'Is it the savages or...?' her voice trailed off, knowing Rayne would know what she meant.
The dead look in her sister's eyes said it all, 'It's the Lightfolk,' the girl nearly growled before running back outside.
Their village had been a mess, bodies scattered like broken toys. Fanglorns torn apart by mechanical machines, blood coating the rich earth, suffocating it.
Sera could remember her feet, the bloody marks it left behind when she finally found her parents. When she finally found their corpses, from then on all Rayne could do was stare at nothing. And that was what she was doing now. Under the care of their grandmother.
When Sera had heard of the prophecy she had jumped at the opportunity. She would enter Lightfolk territory if necessary, she would find that damn prophecy child and convince him or her to choose her people. The Nox. Those that were wronged by the Lightfolk, those prejudiced pricks.
Of course the officials called for her as one of the leading representative of the Lightfolk. Over the years she had taken over leadership of their tribe, she had left everything behind. Determined to lead her people towards victory.
Of course those pompous assholes needed her.
'Come on Ylle,' she whispered, sitting up abruptly and grabbing one fistful of the Fanglorn's silver neck fur, 'We have to make it before sunset,' with a swift low whistle, the silver wolf shot forward, covering the large distances of Nox territory towards the flying fortress of the Capital.
In the sky, the Capital floated, like an out of place island that found itself in sudden midair. Lightfolk had cut down most greenery and the only things they had close to Mother Nature were the makeshift forests and gardens they had built at the edges of their districts. From there, long vines draped down towards the ground, in the Summer children would climb up and down the vines as if they were ropes. It gave them an adrenalin rush.
As Sera neared the massive fortress she sought for the stairway. In midair, with nothing holding it to the ground except for the mechanic works of the Capital itself, it tended to spin lightly on an invisible axis and the stairway changed places every few minutes.
Sighing she caught sight of the long spiral, made out of what would seem mechanic stairs. Making Ylle sprint towards right under it she looked up, her eyes squinting close because of the midday sun, 'Hey! I am Seranylle Ninuriel of the Blackwater Tribe! I am here for the Reaping!'
Above she could hear guards laughing, growling in frustration, she got up. Standing on Ylle's back as she cupped her hands around her mouth, 'Hey! Seranylle Ninuriel of the Blackwater Tribe, reporting for the Reaping!'
Slowly, nearly pain stakingly a mechanic shifting sounded, the glinting metal stairs out of reach for any person on the ground unfolded slowly. To then stop just outside of Sera's reach.
A capital guard came down, his collar white, like all the rest of the pretentious bastards were. He hauled out a clipboard, flicking through it slowly, his eyes skimming it near lazily. Occasionally glancing down at Sera, who now had her hands on her hips.
Sera's black hair was braided back, showing her ears, which per Nox tradition were pierced with three piercings through her right ear. She wore her riding clothes, a black tight shirt, soft leather pants and sturdy low black boots. Normally she'd go barefoot but her grandmother had insisted her to be more presentable if she were to go to the Capital.
'Alright then,' the guard drawled, turning back to wave, the stairs unfolded more and Sera jumped off Ylle, one hand on the wolf's large snout.
'My mount is coming with me, I assume it is on your piece of paper,' she hissed, more than annoyed and insulted that he had taken this long to check her. It was discrimination. Just because she was a Nox.
The guard sniffed but let her pass and Sera entered enemy territory.
She would get her revenge, damn the Capital people, nature crushing animals.
The Capital had been built long ago, the first time when Lightfolk and the Nox people crashed. They could not coexist on the ground, those who weren't good with animals, who didn't have it in them to hunt and kill. Over time, they had built the floating fortress, a void between their more instinctual siblings. Now they stayed in the Capital, learning more, greedy for the information they consumed.
The Capital was built up pretty simply, alike a triangle there were districts. At the bottom were the workers, who did not have enough brain capacity to contribute to building the Capital. They hunted and did small jobs.
The middle ring consisted out of merchants, those with enough money to sponsor the geniuses up above.
At the very top was the Council, the idea factory. The place where all decisions were made. And Sera had to go all the way up there, to attend that damned meeting. To determine who was going to retrieve the prophecy and who wasn't. There was going to be a fight, she heard.
Let them come, she thought grimly as she tried to ignore the looks Lightfolk citizens were giving her as she directed Ylle through the small streets. Folk here did not ride mounts, they rode in little mechanical machines, soulless things, she thought as she watched a man step out a great hunk of tin foil.
It stunk.
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