A Gift
"Brandon!" Ann screamed as she clawed up out of unconsciousness like a cat surfacing in a lake.
She thrashed for only millisecond before an avalanche of pure agony crashed all over his synapses like a mountain of cold burin fires. Death was dancing closer and closer and she knew she had been in a losing tango with death the moment she arrived in Ishtar, but that last fight had surely dragged her to her end.
Oh god! My soul.....it feels like its burning to pieces inside of me!
She fought to breath, she fought to think....her body locked up, but even this did not lessen the sheer wave of cold fire that rocked her from head to toe then back again, leaving her in a miserable lifeless pile prone on her back, staring up into the nothing above her, her eyes rolling open then closed again as a blinding flash of pain hammered in her head along with the return of the voice. They were humming and yelping. No more screams that melted her mind, but she could still feel their malice, and their anger. She felt him too.
She sensed the Druids powerful presence around her.
Fighting to center herself Ann forced her eyes to seek him out, knowing that if she could focus on him then she could get her barring's to a small degree.
"Brandon, can you hear me!?" She forced out past her bloody dry lips that had only continued to crack as their stay in the barren hell continued.
"Ann I'm beside you."
Suddenly Anns eyes alighted on the light, on him. Brandon was glowing like the sun, his every inch so ephemeral that it almost made her eyes hurt, but the light was not that harsh. His solid black eyes and almost pointe ears, and high cheeks as always nestled in her mind and struck a cord of sheer awe that she had no real ability to control. He stood about 8 feet away from her in that moment, his form half turned aside, as he harkened to her call.
"Don't move....your essence is damaged badly. I need....I must continue." He said, his words haunted and layered like there was three Brandon's talking to her all at once...or more. It made her back dance with child even as the Brun Out made her feel like her innards were being painted in burning ice.
Black emotionless eyes swept over her and his fangs flashed He softly spoke. "I cant stop now. Im sorry."
Then he moved away from her, he walked slowly and deliberately towards the massive glowing alter he had been tinkering with when she and Jacob had first come into the Cathedral.
The massive dais at the center was still glowing with a power that seemed to create a void in the world. Like a massive plug had just been pulled out of reality and things unknown and unknowable were rushing to leak out, but also to suck something in.
The sensation was like the Druid King...it was like him in nature. But Ann had no clue what it was or what it all meant.
Instead Ann focused on the fact that she knew that the fight with Jacob had undoubtably revealed their location to not only the Brotherhood, but to the Saviors as well. She had no connection to her Mana currently because it was actively killing her, but Ann knew that if she could feel her Mana that it would be screaming at her that David was on his way, if he wasn't already there on Ishtar Mountain closing in for the capture/kill.
"Brandon, whatever this is your out of time...." She called. The Druid continued to work, his hands making motions and his eyes locked on the massive glowing dais.
Ann wanted to scram at him but she knew it would do her no good, either way she tried to call to him again. "Brandon you're in danger here! David, maybe HOVEL or the Bane they are close.! Make a portal! Run while you can.... please. BRANDON!!" she rasped, she pleaded.
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