Post by ValerieRose on Feb 15, 2012 12:06:00 GMT -8
The road to find what he was looking for had been strange. Not many people dared saying things out loud, and when they did, it was through cryptic messages and riddles that he truly hated.
There was no time to waste with riddles. There was only a goal, a mission to accomplish. And the more they waited, the more they hid inside their little cocoons and hoping that things would magically be better, the more they risked their own lives and the whole world's in the process.
Shilen had been unsealed. And she was an angry goddess. So angry that she was willing to kill her own followers in order to achieve her goal.
Not too long before, in his journeys, he had met an Orc. Who had offered him help, and insight on what he had seen and experienced. The fight against the goddess wasn't a battle to fight alone, and that he knew it. But upon seeing the cold anger in the Kamael's eyes, the shaman knew that it was a double-edged sword.
Still, he was one of the giant's children. He could have been a good weapon to protect the world.
He was the one telling him about the myths. The rumors that he had felt in his own skin that had been true.
"It is those of your own race who hold the secret," the Orc told him. "The children of the Giants who know what you will need to transcend your current powers. It will be needed for the sake of this world. It is the only reason why I am here."
"You believe I need your guidance?" the Kamael raised an eyebrow.
"No, I do not," the Orc replied. "I believe you need my help."
With the passing of the days, Tharik found it extremely complex but utterly fascinating to understand Shiran's mind. An Orc who had long refused the way of his people, only to choose the love of a human woman. Marrying her, and making a family. He had denied his heritage for the love of a woman.
Beautiful, yes, he thought. Love was always a complex, interesting thing. And when it was taken away, it was painful, like a thousand rapiers to the heart, no matter what type of love it was. The love of a friend and brother, the love of a woman, the love of a family. And it made a man weak. Blinded them. Shiran was willing to risk his own life for the sake of his family. What was he risking -his- life for? Did he even know anymore?
"You've left your family and your home to pursue this," the Kamael asked the Orc with a hint of surprise in his usual calm tones.
"Yes," the Shaman replied. "My family is safe. Hidden, for now. Building their protection."
"Safe until when?", the Kamael raised an eyebrow.
"Indeed."
They've walked together for a while, and the Kamael lost track of how long it had been. The hint of that nagging feeling called friendship was creeping in again. He started to see the Orc as a wise man. Which he seemed to be. But also fierce, willing to abandon his family to fight for their own safety and survival.
"Here. Your journey is yours alone now," Shiran told him. "I cannot enter with you. You are on your own legs now."
Tharik just gave him a quick chuckle and a grin. "As I have been since she destroyed everything I held dear. Do not worry. I am not afraid. This is what I was meant to be."
The challenges were great. Greater than he had expected. But the vision in front of him almost brought tears to his eyes.
He knelt in respect, a full, deep respect that he had not had for anyone in many, many years.
"I will not disappoint you."
The surge of power was something he could not describe. Running through his veins, crawling on his skin, burning deep in his soul. When it was over, he stood there, regaining his composture, his red eyes focused, more than they had ever been. Upon his call, now stood fierce beasts that would attack at one signal of his hands. Fierce mages, beautiful and deadly, that were capable of striking into the souls of their enemies.
Plague, weakness, void, at his fingertips. And fire. He felt himself improved, more powerful, but he knew, nonetheless, that it was just the beginning.
He could not face Shilen alone. He could not destroy her alone. But when the time came, he would.
He had been blessed by the Giants from the day he was born. Children of the exile, locked away for so long.
Now twice blessed by the Giants. His journey was just beginning.
There was no time to waste with riddles. There was only a goal, a mission to accomplish. And the more they waited, the more they hid inside their little cocoons and hoping that things would magically be better, the more they risked their own lives and the whole world's in the process.
Shilen had been unsealed. And she was an angry goddess. So angry that she was willing to kill her own followers in order to achieve her goal.
Not too long before, in his journeys, he had met an Orc. Who had offered him help, and insight on what he had seen and experienced. The fight against the goddess wasn't a battle to fight alone, and that he knew it. But upon seeing the cold anger in the Kamael's eyes, the shaman knew that it was a double-edged sword.
Still, he was one of the giant's children. He could have been a good weapon to protect the world.
He was the one telling him about the myths. The rumors that he had felt in his own skin that had been true.
"It is those of your own race who hold the secret," the Orc told him. "The children of the Giants who know what you will need to transcend your current powers. It will be needed for the sake of this world. It is the only reason why I am here."
"You believe I need your guidance?" the Kamael raised an eyebrow.
"No, I do not," the Orc replied. "I believe you need my help."
With the passing of the days, Tharik found it extremely complex but utterly fascinating to understand Shiran's mind. An Orc who had long refused the way of his people, only to choose the love of a human woman. Marrying her, and making a family. He had denied his heritage for the love of a woman.
Beautiful, yes, he thought. Love was always a complex, interesting thing. And when it was taken away, it was painful, like a thousand rapiers to the heart, no matter what type of love it was. The love of a friend and brother, the love of a woman, the love of a family. And it made a man weak. Blinded them. Shiran was willing to risk his own life for the sake of his family. What was he risking -his- life for? Did he even know anymore?
"You've left your family and your home to pursue this," the Kamael asked the Orc with a hint of surprise in his usual calm tones.
"Yes," the Shaman replied. "My family is safe. Hidden, for now. Building their protection."
"Safe until when?", the Kamael raised an eyebrow.
"Indeed."
They've walked together for a while, and the Kamael lost track of how long it had been. The hint of that nagging feeling called friendship was creeping in again. He started to see the Orc as a wise man. Which he seemed to be. But also fierce, willing to abandon his family to fight for their own safety and survival.
"Here. Your journey is yours alone now," Shiran told him. "I cannot enter with you. You are on your own legs now."
Tharik just gave him a quick chuckle and a grin. "As I have been since she destroyed everything I held dear. Do not worry. I am not afraid. This is what I was meant to be."
The challenges were great. Greater than he had expected. But the vision in front of him almost brought tears to his eyes.
He knelt in respect, a full, deep respect that he had not had for anyone in many, many years.
"I will not disappoint you."
The surge of power was something he could not describe. Running through his veins, crawling on his skin, burning deep in his soul. When it was over, he stood there, regaining his composture, his red eyes focused, more than they had ever been. Upon his call, now stood fierce beasts that would attack at one signal of his hands. Fierce mages, beautiful and deadly, that were capable of striking into the souls of their enemies.
Plague, weakness, void, at his fingertips. And fire. He felt himself improved, more powerful, but he knew, nonetheless, that it was just the beginning.
He could not face Shilen alone. He could not destroy her alone. But when the time came, he would.
He had been blessed by the Giants from the day he was born. Children of the exile, locked away for so long.
Now twice blessed by the Giants. His journey was just beginning.
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But yes, he's set up with a goal. Even though the blind hatred is being replaced by a colder approach, he's still with a goal. Although now he knows it won't be so easy to do so... 