The Fey Walkers

Chapter 4: Reunion

Name: Orisa Evercross

Race: Human

Class: Cleric of Arcane

Title: Enchanter or Lady Evercross

Deity: Kyaldir, God-King of Redemption 

(Formerly Mythal, goddess of magic)

With the pale moon light dancing off the ocean's gentle waves that press against the harbor, Alistair paces through the streets alone, his metal boots tapping the stone streets being the only sound around him, the scent of booze and sea water fresh in the air. The left side of his flesh covered body shivers against his chilling silver armor while he right side remains unfeeling neither cold or warm but rather numb like suffering frost bite without the cold.

As he strolls through the district passing patrolling sets of knights he lowers his head staring at the ground passing by him thinking back to the time before he was partially covered in the multi-colored shards that plague his body. The joy of sword practice and riding in carriages around the city, hearing his own laughter and eating at the long dinning table with galen.

Passing another set of two city guards, they abruptly stop as one turns back looking towards alistair who continues on his path, calling out to him, his oblong face with narrowed eyes and mouth slightly ajar as he points towards the silver knight accusingly "You stop right there!" the hint of malice in his voice "Alistair Krey, that's you init."

Alistair suddenly being brought back to reality stops in his tracks looking over his shoulder nervously towards the set of guards, as he does his single left eye under his helmet widens with worry. Turning to face the guards he raises his hands to chest palm outward and swipes them past eachother while shaking his head, taking a step back.

"Don't you lie to me, i'd never forget the man who humiliated me at the tourney, come over here bastard" says the man rising anger in his voice as he steps forward threatening. His fellow guardsman, a fellow man with a round face and checks like a pufferfish scowls at alistair as the two step towards him. Alistair backing away misteps, backing his way into a dead end alley.

Soon enough alistair's chestplate smashing into the stone wall behind him, trapped like a flame in a lantern. The two guardsmen step close to him as the first closes his right hand and swings his fist striking the silver helmet, the resounding scrape of metal echoes loudly "You..." brimming with anger "it's cause of you that I didn't become a starbreaker knight, you stole that position from me! Only to steal the fragment and become a monster."

Alistair turns his head back towards the man, his eye gaze halting in disbelief as he speaks again "what? you didn't think I knew? everyone knows what you are and why you haven't returned, becasue your just a freak now, not even worthy to be a stable boy"

Alistair lowers his head, clenching his fists, "now its our turn to enjoy beating you for a chance!" says the man as he presses his hand against the silver chest plate pressing Alistair into the wall and raises his right fist above his shoulder in anger. 

Before he can strike, the shout of a woman's voice yells out to them "Stop!" the three look at the opening of the alley as an auburn haired woman, hair tied into a braid, dressed in measly maroon cloak, her voice formal and confident "you are guardsmen of venamir, I order you, release that man now." 

The second pig like guardsman looks to his companion gesturing to the sudden appearance of the woman, a thick low dense voice "oi Rodrick, that be the lady Evercross." 

"I know Pelic, i'd recognize her anywhere" Rodrick stepping away from Alistair now facing the woman addresses her "we're just doing our civil duty miss, nothing wrong with that."

Lady Evercross steps forward with posture and grace, Alistair stands stunned staring at her in disbelief, her hands at her sides as she steps a few feet away from the guardsman Rodrick raising a brown leather gloved finger to him accusingly, "You were assaulting that man." 

Rodrick quick wind clutches the woman's raised arm tightly as he pulls her closer, a disturbing grin overtaking his face, yellowing teeth revealed as he tells her with a perverted tone "oh yeah we were, and now not only do we get to beat up the monster, we get to rape and kill his bitch too" chuckling at the woman, Pelic laughing with him as he cracks his knuckles. 

At his statement Alistair tenses, his face tightening. He lundges at Pelic his heavy silver fist smashing into Pelic's face. Stumbling backwards, clutching his nose now throbbing with pain. Blood drips from his nose as they both draw their swords with hasteful rage.

Seeing oppurtunity, Orisa summons forth azure energy that curls around her, a spell casting, with a slam of her palm Rodrick is blasted away. Her gloves quickly being pulled away revealing the golden glow of a tattoo planted on her backhand, an arrow thread twirled around it as it peirces a crescent wave. Rodrick glares with contempt, his sword quickly unsheathed. With a wave of her hand, azure magic collapses around rodrick and disappears in the blink of an eye.

Pelic and Alistair blitz towards one another, blades crash against eachother with reckless fury more force then training their anger slowly overwhelming them. Blades lock driving against eachother with a grinding halt of movement. Thinking quick, Alistair slams his heel into Pelic's stomach, breaking away.

Orisa stern and collected, a wave of her hand, a golden glow, another spell casted. An aura of dark orange over takes Alistair like a weightless cloak bound to him. His grip tightens his gaze centered, he charges and with a single powerful sweep Pelic's sword is thrown from his hands into the air soon clattering to the ground. Centering the blade, tip to his throat, Pelic throws up his hands in surrender. Anger now gone and eye widen in fear his anger caught in his throat.

A surge of azure magic behind them, magic now ending Rodrick reappears gathering his senses in confusion before spotting Orisa. With malice in his heart, a primal snarl rising from his throat, he lunges driving his blade downward from the sky.

His senses and training returning and the noise startling his attention, Alistair abandons Pelic, rushing to Orisa in desperation his heart stopped. He grips her arm, jerking her close to his chest into a protective embrace. With moments left he throws up his hand as an azure translucent shield appears over his hand and sword. Rodrick's strike repelled away as he strikes the magic. 

Rodrick steps back holding his blade steady, Pelic scrambles for his own sword nervously pointing it towards Alistair and Orisa, and Alistair still clutching Orisa close to his chest aims his blade at Rodrick but glances back repeatedly at Pelic. 

"That's enough!" Alistair yells out, the reverb in his voice prevalent as a slight cobalt glow can be seen from under his helmet "you may be angry at me Rodrick I do not care, but if you raise your blade against the lady Evercross once more, I will remind you how I won the tourney" Alistair's blade suddenly sparks with intense energy as the sienna red blade shifts shimmering into a cerulean glow. 

The air around them grows with tension as neither side makes a move for several moments....

Rodrick calling out to them "Fine!" as he sheathes his blade and hastily bypasses the two, joining with Pelic the guardsmen hurry away from the alley out of sight. 

The situation calming, Alistair releases his grip on the woman, finally looking to her and realizing their proximity nervously takes a swift step back and sheathes his own sword as it returns to its sienna red. Lady Evercross dons the brown leather gloves once more to mask the tattoo on her backhand. Her face softens from its stern seriousness as she now look to Alistair and gives him a light smile, speaking once more with kindness "Alistair, its good to see you again."

(Note: gods/goddesses are ancient beings that have existed since the time before man, while god-kings/god-queens are heroes/heroines of legend that ascended to godhood after their death.)