The Red Comet

The Red Comet

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Tava woke gasping, retching she tried again. Sucking down the air as if she had just emerged from being hours under water. Getting to her feet, the first thing she noticed was her bow in her left hand, the second, she was fully clothed in her travelling gear and thirdly, she was no longer in her room at the inn. Instinct taking hold, she drew an arrow, crouched low and looked around at her surroundings. She had been lying in the middle of a grassy field not far from a cobbled road, worn away and overgrown with weeds. Above her loomed the towering Monastery of old Trixam - the once magnificent keep atop the hill that had housed the religious Order of the Light, the Prophet and eventually became the seat of power for the self-proclaimed king and his heirs for many years until the great fall. That was shy on twenty years ago thought Tava, recalling her father lectures, since then it has stood abandoned and broken and deemed a gathering place for evil...
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Anna splashed the warm water on her face, running her hands over her wet skin in attempts to set herself straight. "It was just a thought" she told herself, just an odd thought. Why get do rattled? It was exactly like Dr Jefferson had said: it was late, she had a hard day, that kind of situation coupled with a horror movie.. It was just a thought. Wiping her face with the towel on the counter she let out a sight. Feeling a bit more refreshed now. However, as soon as she removed the towel and saw her reflection.. "Did you brush your teeth?" An older woman came up to the doorway of the small bathroom where she felt like she were standing on something besides the tile floor. She had short hair and a white coat. "Yes momma." A younger voice smiled, causing the mother to cross her arms, "Let me see." not convinced and going to check the toothbrush of the girl. "Ok fine! I'll brush my teeth.." Her response was quick and a little annoyed, probably to keep from getting caught in a lie. The woman stood in the doorway to watch. Short blonde hair just reaching her shoulders, and a pair of cyan eyes looked back in the mirror with a much younger face. Disappearing just as soon as it had happened. "Aahah!" With a yelp Anna stepped back dropping the towel in the process, as sheer terror made it's way through her. Light, dark, weavers, Outcasts. It's all new to Anna, if that even is her name. After waking up with a blank slate of a mind, she has to not only relearn the ways of the world but also her own powers and what exactly it means to be "souless". The Order of Kismet, the goddess of fate, where is her place here? And is what they're doing truly right? Remembering is risky but it's the only chance she sees.

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