The sudden clash of metal to metal was deafening, it made my ears hurt, so much so that it felt as if they would bleed, the screams of warriors filled the air, some with a yell designed to strike fear into the hearts of the enemy, some with the tortured cries of pain. The air yielded a sweet coppery scent, I knew what it was, it was the scent of fresh blood, lots of it. I didn't want to look. I tried to block it out but the sounds would thunder and rumble as if a herd of bosk had just trampled me into the ground. I could not escape that battle that has for numerous nights played out in my mind, I wish I could say it is a dream but it is not, I am a Haruspex this is beyond a dream, it goes beyond what most would dream of.
I shouted for it to stop I did not want to relive this again, the first time was enough, so why was I being tortured with the scenes of the battle that claimed the life of Garyx. Why would I have to watch this play out once more. I wanted to run and vomit until my insides turned outside, I felt a cold sweat flow along my hairline and down my body. I felt the rage, the fear and the courage of those who fought against the enemy.
The dark one, she was there I knew it is as sure as I lived and breathed. She had been haunting the tribe for a few envars now. I knew only a few things from my searching, she was old, older than our oldest elder. I knew that the number six had meaning for some reason. I knew something many, many turnings ago had happened to allow hate to fester and flourish until it was putrid and acrid. I still considered going to fight her I had everything ready, I even knew where to find her. I also knew if I did go and find her I more than likely would not return. It would take more than just me.
"You need to look again," I heard a familiar voice state in an almost commanding tone, and for a moment I rebelled against it, "Go away, you are not real. You do not exist." I thought I heard a sigh somewhere around me, " I am very real my dark witch. " I wanted to reach out and slap him silly, I hated not knowing, I hated only glimpses and I really hated that the shadows obscured more than they revealed.
I shouted for it to stop I did not want to relive this again, the first time was enough, so why was I being tortured with the scenes of the battle that claimed the life of Garyx. Why would I have to watch this play out once more. I wanted to run and vomit until my insides turned outside, I felt a cold sweat flow along my hairline and down my body. I felt the rage, the fear and the courage of those who fought against the enemy.
The dark one, she was there I knew it is as sure as I lived and breathed. She had been haunting the tribe for a few envars now. I knew only a few things from my searching, she was old, older than our oldest elder. I knew that the number six had meaning for some reason. I knew something many, many turnings ago had happened to allow hate to fester and flourish until it was putrid and acrid. I still considered going to fight her I had everything ready, I even knew where to find her. I also knew if I did go and find her I more than likely would not return. It would take more than just me.
"You need to look again," I heard a familiar voice state in an almost commanding tone, and for a moment I rebelled against it, "Go away, you are not real. You do not exist." I thought I heard a sigh somewhere around me, " I am very real my dark witch. " I wanted to reach out and slap him silly, I hated not knowing, I hated only glimpses and I really hated that the shadows obscured more than they revealed.
"Now Look again now!" I really wanted to shake this shadow warrior of my visions who claimed to be someone that was of my future, was it a far off future or a present, I bet far off then I will be to damn old to enjoy it, but as interesting as my own internal debate could get, I found myself doubting that it was anything that would happen. I think if I ever heard someone really say the words " my dark witch" and call me by my true name, I might pass out in shock.
But I looked, I did not want to, but I watched the scene unfurl once more, just as the last arrow struck Garyx there was a shimmer in the distance behind him, something that looked like the color of blue smoke or a mist, there was a figure there, there was a satchel he carried, I had not noticed this before. That was interesting she had help, even as powerful as she was she had help, that meant she had a weakness. That is where the blue arrow came from and I knew that the one that helped her was not of the Haruspex clan. I recognized the clan. That was rather strange but yet it made sense.
I woke up just as the last bit of the battle took place and the fatal blow struck many warriors, I sat up my breath coming in short gasps and I found myself drenched in sweat. For once the vision made sense I had not seen that one bit of information. I would add this to what I knew, I needed to go and bathe I felt irritable and my skin felt as if covered in slime. Making my way to the stream I would walk to my hidden spot and undress and step into the water with only the iridescent fingers of the moonlight to light my way and flow over me. I closed my eyes letting the lunar energy dance around me, I could almost visualize my skin coated in miniature diamonds that would shimmer in the deep velvet black of the night. Slowly I would lower down into the water letting it rise upward until it covered me. The cool touch was stimulating to the senses and washed away the lingering remnants of the vision.
Eventually I left the stream after dressing and returned to my wagon where I would lather my skin in some oil that held just a light hint of sandalwood and lavender. Rebraiding my hair I decided to just start my day even though it was still technically in the middle of the night. I placed the rain water I had save and placed it under the light of the moons. Then I went to gather some plants and flowers there were a few that bloomed only in the night.
But I looked, I did not want to, but I watched the scene unfurl once more, just as the last arrow struck Garyx there was a shimmer in the distance behind him, something that looked like the color of blue smoke or a mist, there was a figure there, there was a satchel he carried, I had not noticed this before. That was interesting she had help, even as powerful as she was she had help, that meant she had a weakness. That is where the blue arrow came from and I knew that the one that helped her was not of the Haruspex clan. I recognized the clan. That was rather strange but yet it made sense.
I woke up just as the last bit of the battle took place and the fatal blow struck many warriors, I sat up my breath coming in short gasps and I found myself drenched in sweat. For once the vision made sense I had not seen that one bit of information. I would add this to what I knew, I needed to go and bathe I felt irritable and my skin felt as if covered in slime. Making my way to the stream I would walk to my hidden spot and undress and step into the water with only the iridescent fingers of the moonlight to light my way and flow over me. I closed my eyes letting the lunar energy dance around me, I could almost visualize my skin coated in miniature diamonds that would shimmer in the deep velvet black of the night. Slowly I would lower down into the water letting it rise upward until it covered me. The cool touch was stimulating to the senses and washed away the lingering remnants of the vision.
Eventually I left the stream after dressing and returned to my wagon where I would lather my skin in some oil that held just a light hint of sandalwood and lavender. Rebraiding my hair I decided to just start my day even though it was still technically in the middle of the night. I placed the rain water I had save and placed it under the light of the moons. Then I went to gather some plants and flowers there were a few that bloomed only in the night.
"When you are mine you will not be working like this."
Those words startled me so much I dropped the basket of plants and I had to look around to see if someone was there pulling some prank on me, but no one was there. I felt the skin of my forehead wrinkle as I frowned. "Go away, you are not real just a figment of my imgagination a dream ." I muttered. I was going crazy that warrior in the shadows of my visions was sounding entirely to real, and I swear I heard laughter. It was not funny .I was going crazy I knew it. But I would now find myself sighing, "Thank you for showing me that." Now why could I not just disregard it.
As the day lightened and progressed eventually I would make my way to the stream. To my surprise I found Fonce there.
As I walked towards him I thought to a previous discussion that we had in pretty much the same spot. . .
Those words startled me so much I dropped the basket of plants and I had to look around to see if someone was there pulling some prank on me, but no one was there. I felt the skin of my forehead wrinkle as I frowned. "Go away, you are not real just a figment of my imgagination a dream ." I muttered. I was going crazy that warrior in the shadows of my visions was sounding entirely to real, and I swear I heard laughter. It was not funny .I was going crazy I knew it. But I would now find myself sighing, "Thank you for showing me that." Now why could I not just disregard it.
As the day lightened and progressed eventually I would make my way to the stream. To my surprise I found Fonce there.
As I walked towards him I thought to a previous discussion that we had in pretty much the same spot. . .
