Ch. 5 of Silence
I last updated this last year... -_-; I really need to finish this, even though I've forgotten all my stupid grand ideas...
Only half-done right now.
Chapter 5: Ridding the World of Hope
"Oh! A traveling warrior! And I see you're an Adept too! You are just the kind of fighter that I've been looking for! Won't you please take me along with you?"
There was no reply from the golden haired boy standing across from him. The Djinn became more dismayed with each passing second as they faced off. Finally it sighed and shifted behind Isaac.
"Well, it will be ok if I follow you, right?"
A barely perceptable nod of the head.
The duo started walking along the road.
"I am a Venus Djinn. My name is Flint."
No reply.
"Hey, are you deaf or something?"
Isaac just continued walking obstinately on. The Djinn puffed up angrily, and dangled itself in front of Isaac's face. Almost immediately it fell off.
Isaac trodded down the path.
"How can eyes be so empty..." Flint whispered to itself, before recovering its jolly spirit. Shaking its head, it proudly announced, "I'm going to help him, whether he likes it or not!" With that, it bounded after the fading figure of Isaac.
~*~*~
It was the day before that Isaac decided to die. He hadn't really declared it to himself; the feeling just came.
The village had decided to turn him out. He was bad luck, they said. He should've died with the rest of them, they whispered. It's only right for him to go out to recover the stones - after all, he was there. Good riddance that he leave, even better if he died; mutterings could be heard all over the village, silenced only when he came near. When he did come near, a deathly silence descended on the area. It made him want to scream.
Whatever their reasoning, they had pushed him out of the village, equipping him with only a small iron sword. They had disguised it as a procession for a future hero, leaving to reclaim the stones. Only the Healer treated him as such. The villagers had started jeering at him as soon as he'd stepped out of the gates. Dora had treated him as someone who would be dead very shortly. After all, wasn't that what he was? Dead? Or else an outcast, destined to die alone.
Perhaps if they'd bothered to look at him when he was leaving, instead of his back and what he represented, they'd have begun to feel terribly guilty. If they'd seen the flat blue eyes, that were so dark they almost seemed black. If they'd looked at the dejected face instead of the towering shadow. If they'd thought about the smile that hadn't existed for weeks, instead of the burdens that were all placed on his shoulders.
Isaac was already condemned to the role of a hero - untouchable, he carried the world's troubles, sacrificed himself for the sins of others.
An outcast.
~*~*~
Search for the rod.
As fond as I am of Ivan, it was his fault that my rod was stolen... And his strange powers will aid him in search of the rod.
Ivan has strange powers?
Pacing in the village of Vale was the child, Ivan. Small and thin, with wispy blond hair, but wholly unremarkable - except for his eyes. The child had sparkling purple eyes that captivated and unsettled people; it made them feel as if their secrets were being let loose on the world. When angered, the remarkable eyes crackled with lightning. Ivan was angry with himself right now.
How could I be so stupid? Losing Lord Hammet's Rod! He had already gone through the plethora of people in Vale. The possibility that the thieves had gone elsewhere occured to him, but the fear that overlooking someone would cause him to lose the rod forever kept him rooted in the village.
The flapping of a dark blue cloak caught his eye. It belonged to a taller boy with a chicken's nest of blond hair. Someone he hadn't seen before. Ivan strode over to introduce himself.
"Hi, I'm Ivan! I see you're new around here..."
The other boy didn't turn around, didn't even look up, although he did slow down.
Ivan was thoroughly dismayed. Most people, even the really grumpy ones - Those people in the prison were really stingy! - at least looked at him, even if only to fix him with a dark glare.
Ivan ran around to the front - mind-reading didn't quite work on the back of someone's head - and focused his energy, casting Mind Read into the boy's - Oh god, his *eyes* - dark, flat eyes.
Almost immediately he collapsed.
Only half-done right now.
Chapter 5: Ridding the World of Hope
"Oh! A traveling warrior! And I see you're an Adept too! You are just the kind of fighter that I've been looking for! Won't you please take me along with you?"
There was no reply from the golden haired boy standing across from him. The Djinn became more dismayed with each passing second as they faced off. Finally it sighed and shifted behind Isaac.
"Well, it will be ok if I follow you, right?"
A barely perceptable nod of the head.
The duo started walking along the road.
"I am a Venus Djinn. My name is Flint."
No reply.
"Hey, are you deaf or something?"
Isaac just continued walking obstinately on. The Djinn puffed up angrily, and dangled itself in front of Isaac's face. Almost immediately it fell off.
Isaac trodded down the path.
"How can eyes be so empty..." Flint whispered to itself, before recovering its jolly spirit. Shaking its head, it proudly announced, "I'm going to help him, whether he likes it or not!" With that, it bounded after the fading figure of Isaac.
~*~*~
It was the day before that Isaac decided to die. He hadn't really declared it to himself; the feeling just came.
The village had decided to turn him out. He was bad luck, they said. He should've died with the rest of them, they whispered. It's only right for him to go out to recover the stones - after all, he was there. Good riddance that he leave, even better if he died; mutterings could be heard all over the village, silenced only when he came near. When he did come near, a deathly silence descended on the area. It made him want to scream.
Whatever their reasoning, they had pushed him out of the village, equipping him with only a small iron sword. They had disguised it as a procession for a future hero, leaving to reclaim the stones. Only the Healer treated him as such. The villagers had started jeering at him as soon as he'd stepped out of the gates. Dora had treated him as someone who would be dead very shortly. After all, wasn't that what he was? Dead? Or else an outcast, destined to die alone.
Perhaps if they'd bothered to look at him when he was leaving, instead of his back and what he represented, they'd have begun to feel terribly guilty. If they'd seen the flat blue eyes, that were so dark they almost seemed black. If they'd looked at the dejected face instead of the towering shadow. If they'd thought about the smile that hadn't existed for weeks, instead of the burdens that were all placed on his shoulders.
Isaac was already condemned to the role of a hero - untouchable, he carried the world's troubles, sacrificed himself for the sins of others.
An outcast.
~*~*~
Search for the rod.
As fond as I am of Ivan, it was his fault that my rod was stolen... And his strange powers will aid him in search of the rod.
Ivan has strange powers?
Pacing in the village of Vale was the child, Ivan. Small and thin, with wispy blond hair, but wholly unremarkable - except for his eyes. The child had sparkling purple eyes that captivated and unsettled people; it made them feel as if their secrets were being let loose on the world. When angered, the remarkable eyes crackled with lightning. Ivan was angry with himself right now.
How could I be so stupid? Losing Lord Hammet's Rod! He had already gone through the plethora of people in Vale. The possibility that the thieves had gone elsewhere occured to him, but the fear that overlooking someone would cause him to lose the rod forever kept him rooted in the village.
The flapping of a dark blue cloak caught his eye. It belonged to a taller boy with a chicken's nest of blond hair. Someone he hadn't seen before. Ivan strode over to introduce himself.
"Hi, I'm Ivan! I see you're new around here..."
The other boy didn't turn around, didn't even look up, although he did slow down.
Ivan was thoroughly dismayed. Most people, even the really grumpy ones - Those people in the prison were really stingy! - at least looked at him, even if only to fix him with a dark glare.
Ivan ran around to the front - mind-reading didn't quite work on the back of someone's head - and focused his energy, casting Mind Read into the boy's - Oh god, his *eyes* - dark, flat eyes.
Almost immediately he collapsed.