❝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 WOKE UP WITH A START. Her violet eyes glanced around the canopy of leaves, the wind breezing which made a ruffled noise as the leaves danced around each other overhead. Randvi slowly sits up on the grass, feeling the dampness under her fingers. Her clothes were soaking wet. It must have rained while she was knocked unconscious, for how long, she was unsure.
She then pushed herself off of the ground, testing her weight on her ankle. When Randvi doesn't feel any pain, just a light pressure, she decided to put more weight on it. It's not pain free but bearable enough to walk through the forest. Randvi studied the surrounding woods until her eyes landed on a clear path through the trees. She wasn't sure which way the path would lead, either back to Dewdenn or somewhere else entirely.
Right was always a good option to go with, Randvi thought to herself and started walking down the trail. The forest was rather quiet but there was something . . wrong in the air. The magic flowing in the air was strong, it was darkening with malicious intent. Randvi could feel it in her soul. Twisting around it's prey before it devours it whole. The further she walked down the path, limping ever so slightly to not agitate her ankle, something strange began to fill her ears.
The howling of the wind rustled through the leaves above, and then she heard the noise again. Something heavy was making this sound that Randvi had never heard before, but then a low groan followed afterwards. Randvi took a sharp intake of breath as her eyes rapidly searched through the dark forest while she paused her walk. She couldn't see anything but that didn't mean nothing was out there.
Randvi then closed her eyes and listened to what the forest wanted to tell her. Her mother always told her that the forests surrounding the fey villages were magical and alive. That sometimes if you listened close enough, they would whisper back at you. She heard the howling from the wind, the snaps of branches underneath the feet of a nearby fawn, and then the same strange sound bouncing off of the trees.
Randvi knew she shouldn't of walked in the same direction of the sound, but she could not help her curiously when it needed to be fed. She thought about it, second guessed herself. Her inner conscious telling her to go towards the sound, but her mind told her to turn around. Once she got closer to the sound, it got louder and more clear.
Randvi peered from behind a tree and her eyes gazed upon the scene in front of her. Wolf carcasses littered the ground, most of them had been beheaded. Randvi walked towards the large rock in the middle of the wolf massacre, when she heard the noise from before. She raised her head to look into the forest before making her way towards the sound.
