Gods among Mortals

Rememberance

-The ground is damp, as if a small storm just rolled past on its way back to the sea where it's life giving flow can be refilled. The dew, like honey on the comb, hangs as if it was the only thing keeping the world in a steady motion. The ground, undisturbed as if it hadn't been touched by a living thing in centuries. The air is crips and damp with the smell of fresh ozone from the crackling thunder and super heated light which one calls lightning. The air separating into two and then reconnecting. The ground shakes like stampede setting in. An earthquake ten times greater then any magnitude  ever felt before. As the dew  and the grounds part,  the  collisions full scene comes into view...-

-A horse drawn carriage moves along an old forgotten path, disturbing the ground in which it is traveling. A figure could be seen in the back, as if they are sleeping. A pure white ferret with red and golden eyes lay awake looking up into the canopy. As dark as the night sky, a tattoo of a sun being eaten by the moon can be see through a rip within its sleeve. A golden blush can be faintly seen on its eyelids and on the tip of his muzzle as-well. While he was hit by the cracking light gleaming through the canopy, a groan comes from the figure beside him. The little ferret jumped and scrambled to a bag hiding himself inside. He poked his head out as the figure sat up with a yawn. The gloomy yet lively smile the figure gave made the ferret feel relieved, that some demented and twisted thought would not come to play. The ferret crawled out of the bag with a hesitation, that some might call fear, but others call a sense of protection. He made his way to the figure gently and skittishly as if past actions could surface and even greater pain would come with it. He stopped. As if a force that couldn't be seen was holding him back. He looked at the figure as the wind blew what cloth that was keeping his face hidden from the world off and revealed who the face belonged to.-

-He was a small, very pale, innocent looking kid. One probably no younger than fifteen. He had soft, pale skin with a gloss that made him look almost fragile. His eyes where as blue as the sea itself as if they were looking into the distance searching for something. His hair was long and wavy like the water in the sea during a storm. His hair was silver with a shine to it. From what it seemed it was healthy and well cared for. Not a single strand was a split end or dead. His soft smile spikes words of love and compassion, but also a plot or a darker motive. The ferret looked in semi fear as he sat near him. The man stretched out an arm to the ferret causing him to jump from the sudden motion-

  "Shhhh it's okay Eclipse," he insisted with a soft but corse voice. "I won't hurt you. I just wanted to pet you"

-the simple pet was all the boy wanted. Eclipse looked at the hand with curiosity and skittered up to it. He nuzzled the base of the hand with curiosity before letting the boy pet him. The kid tilted his head as Eclipse closed his eyes taking in the soft pets. Eclipse was happy with his master. The boy who he proudly titled magelí. Magelís, pronounced mage-lie, are beings who were either born or taught magical spells or incantations. They are one of the biggest and most powerful groups of people that control the way of living.-