❝do my violet eyes haunt your dreams as your weeping ones haunt mine?❞
FIRESTORM;
in which the last living member of a isolated fey clan survives the red paladin's wrath, and is sent on a journey to find her ancestor's creation. only to get throw...
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RANDVI HAD DECIDED THAT IT WOULD BE SAFER FOR ALL OF THEM TO CONTINUE THROUGH THE TREES RATHER THAN STICK TO THE ROAD. They were on the main pathway which shared routes from Gramaire, the Abbey, and into the Minotaur Mountains. Needless to say, the pathways they were following, was a dangerous route. It was a risk, but a risk they were all willing to take.
After Randvi and the group of Fauns she had managed to rescue, had gathered all they could salvage from the wreck of their trashed caravan. They couldn't hide the mess she had made, that was for certain but she could take whatever was useful, and lower the Paladin's supplies. It wasn't much but it was something.
They made sure to pack the leftover food that had not been scorched by Randvi's conjured fire. The fauns managed to salvage what they could through the wreck, and under the ashes were their bows. They were now ready in case they were attacked, along with Randvi's own magical powers, Eldan was sure they could take care of small parties of Paladin's. Randvi also got a sword but it was uncomfortable and unnatural in her hand. She had never carried one before but she supposed now would be a better time to learn than any.
"I have to admit, I have not seen any fey wield the powers that you command." Eldan glanced towards her. They had been traveling for more than two hours through the magical forest of overgrown trees, and moving flora, and Randvi was very quiet.
Randvi looked over her shoulder for a moment, her eyes glancing upon Eldan's wife traveling behind them. She had been helping the smaller child who Eldan had introduced her as Jun. She was a pretty girl with hair just as wild as her older sister, but her horns had not sprouted yet.
"I wish I could tell you this fascinating story of my powers but I'm afraid I was born this way." Randvi told him as she returned her gaze towards Eldan. Her hand lifted some vines out of the way, and she walked through them. "My mother used to tell me that I was the Hidden's chosen one; whatever that means."
Eldan nodded as she continued on explaining her magic. He had been curious about her, for he had seen no such thing as someone having purple eyes, and how they shone with white magic when she called upon the Hidden for their help in aiding.
"What about your parents?" Eldan questioned as she mentioned her mother but Randvi had been traveling alone, as far as he could tell.
"The Red Paladin's attacked our village at dawn..." Her voice became quiet as she looked down at the mossy pathway they had been following in the forest. She hadn't talked much about her parents and their death, perhaps it was because she didn't have anyone to talk with. She would have turned to Astrid for these things but she was gone too. "..They didn't make it."
