The Draconian of Dicathen

Severance in the Dark

Elijah Knight POV:

Images coalesced my psyche, they'd flash by me, the image of a glove, a torso with a hole through the heart, and a building that I can't quite put my finger on what it is, like an annoying knack sitting idly on the tip of my tongue. 

I could vividly hear an amalgamation of distant voices rambling vicious nothings in my ear. All I could make out beside the images and the blurred voices we're the feint bits of emotion I felt when passing by each of them. 

It was a giant mingle of emotional yarn intertwined and balled as I floated just outside of it looking in, failing to comprehend how these emotions corollate or how to properly understand them. 

I felt myself fade into the dark abyss of my mind and a seething sting raged on as my consciousness returned to me.

When I came to I was met with the familiar sight of my bedroom. Dim greys and blues draped across stone and wood, my window peaking out showing the shining lights that resided in the underground kingdom of Darv. 

My head continued to rage and gnash at me from the inside as if a vicious mana beast somehow found refuge within and teething its way out of my brain. I gazed down and shut my eyes real tight, using my hand as a support anchor for my head to rest on. 

After some time the pain subsided and the semi muted ramblings of the voices I heard from within my dreams faded entirely, my focus immediately drawing to feint but understandable voices nesting from outside my bedroom door. 

I can hear my foster father Elder Rahdeas speaking to someone just beyond my line of hearing. I crept out of bed and snuck my way to the door and pressed my ear to it in hopes that I'd be able to hear it better.

"...Yes your grace."

I waited for some time to see if anything else would be said, However, it seems as though I eavesdropped as soon as the conversation came to a close. I backed away from the door and began to get properly dressed for the day.

Today I felt it, my mana core was on the cusp of entering the dark orange stage and I was excited. Though fighting was never something I found interest in, I did want to make Elder Rahdeas proud with my development as a mage. He always told me to grow into a strong and capable man, and I want to do just that. 

I finished dressing myself and slipped my glasses onto my face, I stepped out the door and gave Rahdeas a bow. He returned a smile back to me and we both made our way downstairs into the kitchen where some of the house maids already prepared breakfast for the both of us. I sat myself down and began eating. 

"Did you sleep well, Elijah?"

I gazed up at the elder as soon as he spoke. Thinking back on his question and mixed with the haze of images I was met with earlier that we're nothing more than blur of fainted memory at this point, I coughed a bit caught by surprise. I punched my chest a few times in hopes to catch the food and settled down shortly after.

"Yes sir, just woke up with a bit of a headache."

His eyes lowered and focused on me, a few seconds of silence followed before he took another bite from his dish. He swallowed and continued on.

"I see, it's been awhile since the last time that happened isn't it?"

I simply nodded, my mouth to full of this morning's breakfast to trust my voice to carry any words without spitting out food in the process.

The day carried on, Rahdeas and I did our weekly shopping and greeting dwarves as we went. After that we made our way back home. After handing the maidens our groceries we both made our way to a dim room. The room was encapsulated in metal in the shape of a dome. This is where he'd train me in magical arts, learning how to further hone my affinity for earth and metal.