Post by apollooo on Oct 15, 2011 2:07:52 GMT -5
“Move it! You’re slow!”
The older man was charging the smaller boy with all his weight and a stick in his hand. The attack sent the stick on the boy’s hand spin to the air and the boy break down to his back.
“Damnit Pyter! Just see, one day I’ll beat you down”
The boy struggled back to his feet
“Well, let’s see it 3 years from now, you are still green, boy”
Pyter grabbed the boy’s hand and helped him to steady his feet.
“I am no longer a boy” houted the boy while weeping flakes of snow off his pants
“what man seek their mother’s company to sleep, boy?” said Pyter, laughing sarcastically
“Stop mocking at me! that was months ago! i have my own tent now!“
“Vald!! Pyter! Here the dinner’s ready”
A voice of a woman echoed deep between the trees. The sun drowned into the horizon and cast blackness over the eastern sky. A black small pillar of smoke rose higher than tall pine trees grew all over the place. Sitting in front of the flickering campfire ,the boy, was Vald Dregarth, a boy no older than 15, the son of traveling nord trader Trigor Dregarth and his wife, Maalsia Dregarth. Sipping a warm soup inside a bowl was Pyter Wells, plated with solid white steel plate and armed with slender silver sword, a young swordman not more than his thirty was the caravan’s bodyguard. The last man was Edgrun Wisk, Trigor found this aldmer unconscious and wounded with no memory of himself no longer than two months ago, and decided to bring him into the caravan. His mastery of magic was always a great use for them.
“hey Pyter!” shout Vald
“What? I’m eating” reply the swordman with a mouth full of bread.
“Tell me more! About your great grandfather, I mean” shout vald excitedly.
“Don’t bother Pyter , Vald. he’s eating and that’s personal matter” said Maalsia.
“No, no , it’s okay, ma’am” said Pyter while gulping a mug of water to wash the bread he had eaten.
“Great! Wait till I finish my meal!” the boy’s eyes reflected the golden light of the flame so it looked like his eyes were made of gold. When everyone got inside of their tents, Pyter and Vald stayed there, the flame flicker and cast long shadow behind them.
“So where were we last time?” asked Pyter
“Yes, your great grandfather helped skyrim to stop the oblivion crisis”
“Ah yes, his name was Brelenth Wells, a prideful knight of Falkreath in his days. And he met Kyren, the famous champion of cyrodiil in his travel, both of them were teaming up to kill the remaining daedra that was trapped here after the crisis ended” told Pyter with some of his pride slipped out of his mouth
“Really? So the champion of cyrodiil was your great grandfather’s friend?”
“He was, and that’s before the champion went back to cyrodiil and disappeared forever.”
“Well, enough story, Vald, we’ll have to reach winterhold on the morrow” said Maalsia from inside her tent.
“Well, I thinks that’s the end of the story, isn’t it, Pete?”
“Promise you I would tell you a better story next time we do this again” pyter stood and reached out to his tent.
Vald went inside his tent too, inside, he sat cross-legged and started to close his eyes, a piece of coal in front of him.
“I’ll have to do this tonight, Edgrun said if I do this every night I would be able to use magic, and I’ll show Pyter, Mom, and Dad so they’ll not calling me kid again”
Edgrun, the mysterious aldmer has secretly taught Vald magic, as he saw trough the boy’s potential. Vald closed his eyes and put the charcoal on his palm. He opened his eyes and he could see the coal glowing red from the inside and heat was radiating from it.
“Now to the next step” said Vald to himself. He put the coal on bowl and concentrate on his hand Until slowly a tiny flame comes out of his hand. It became slightly bigger as time passed, but the flame dies ‘down before it could grew bigger than Vald’s palm.
“great job Vald! You can create flame without medium now” said the boy to himself.
Suddenly one of their horses screamed in pain
“HIIEEEEEEEEERGG” the sound followed by the sound of clashing steel and crispy burning sound of wood.
“AMBUSHH!!” Vald hear Edgrun’s voice echoed loudly “everyone get out of your tent!! They are burning everything!!”
Vald went out and he saw his parent’s tent ablaze in crimson flame and the trees around it. How could this happened? Said Vald in his mind, his parents might be still in the tent, but Edgrun and Pyter was fighting some mysterious figure that Vald couldn’t see in the contrast of total darkness, and blinding light of the flame.
“Vald, grab this knife and run from here! We’ll take care of them!”Pyter threw a small sword to Vald. “we’ll go to Winterhold!! if we make it, we’ll wait for you there!”
Running is not what in Vald’s mind, he wanted to fight, he picked the sword and set his stance to attacking as Pyter had taught him, but fear overrun his courage and his feet trembled, so he ran deep into the darkness of the forest. One of the figure chased him down the forest ,Vald run while clutching the small sword Pyter had given to him just now. When he was running, suddenly Vald felt a sharp thrusting pain on his left leg, a small bolt arrow pierced his skin, but not fatal, he could still run until he felt his left leg so stiff and could not run anymore. He finally realized that the arrow was imbued with a paralyzing spell. The figure came near to him, clenched in solid iron and helmet, he was still could not identify who the figure was.
“We lost this much for this boy? That two guys over there were such a problem, killed Smeil and Grin I see”
Vald could hear the figure talking to himself while he crouched and put Vald on his back.
“GUYS! COME ON!! WE GOT THE BOY, LET’S GET OUT OF HERE!!” and the figure shouted.
“I have to get out of here” said Vald, he could see a river beside him, and he thought if he douse himself on the river, the paralyzing would stop.
But Vald was in the figure’s grasp, and it was too hard for Vald to break. He touched the figure’s armor with his hands and started to concentrate, slowly it became red and glowing, and the figure shriek in pain then he threw Vald face down to the muddy ground.
“HOT! HOT! “shouted the figure before he started cursing. But Vald’s could barely move and the skin on his was schorched because of the heat too.
With all his power left, he crawled right into the flowing river. As he felt the cold water touched all his body, the numbness was gone instead replaced with pain so he screamed but his voice was swallowed by the water. His neck felt like it’s going to burn more, even though he was in freezing cold water. Slowly everything went blur and dark in his eyes, then he could feel water get inside his lungs. He tried to reach out for something, anything he can hold himself to, but all his attempts seem to be failed. He felt his consciousness slowly descent to darkness. . .
To be continued.
The older man was charging the smaller boy with all his weight and a stick in his hand. The attack sent the stick on the boy’s hand spin to the air and the boy break down to his back.
“Damnit Pyter! Just see, one day I’ll beat you down”
The boy struggled back to his feet
“Well, let’s see it 3 years from now, you are still green, boy”
Pyter grabbed the boy’s hand and helped him to steady his feet.
“I am no longer a boy” houted the boy while weeping flakes of snow off his pants
“what man seek their mother’s company to sleep, boy?” said Pyter, laughing sarcastically
“Stop mocking at me! that was months ago! i have my own tent now!“
“Vald!! Pyter! Here the dinner’s ready”
A voice of a woman echoed deep between the trees. The sun drowned into the horizon and cast blackness over the eastern sky. A black small pillar of smoke rose higher than tall pine trees grew all over the place. Sitting in front of the flickering campfire ,the boy, was Vald Dregarth, a boy no older than 15, the son of traveling nord trader Trigor Dregarth and his wife, Maalsia Dregarth. Sipping a warm soup inside a bowl was Pyter Wells, plated with solid white steel plate and armed with slender silver sword, a young swordman not more than his thirty was the caravan’s bodyguard. The last man was Edgrun Wisk, Trigor found this aldmer unconscious and wounded with no memory of himself no longer than two months ago, and decided to bring him into the caravan. His mastery of magic was always a great use for them.
“hey Pyter!” shout Vald
“What? I’m eating” reply the swordman with a mouth full of bread.
“Tell me more! About your great grandfather, I mean” shout vald excitedly.
“Don’t bother Pyter , Vald. he’s eating and that’s personal matter” said Maalsia.
“No, no , it’s okay, ma’am” said Pyter while gulping a mug of water to wash the bread he had eaten.
“Great! Wait till I finish my meal!” the boy’s eyes reflected the golden light of the flame so it looked like his eyes were made of gold. When everyone got inside of their tents, Pyter and Vald stayed there, the flame flicker and cast long shadow behind them.
“So where were we last time?” asked Pyter
“Yes, your great grandfather helped skyrim to stop the oblivion crisis”
“Ah yes, his name was Brelenth Wells, a prideful knight of Falkreath in his days. And he met Kyren, the famous champion of cyrodiil in his travel, both of them were teaming up to kill the remaining daedra that was trapped here after the crisis ended” told Pyter with some of his pride slipped out of his mouth
“Really? So the champion of cyrodiil was your great grandfather’s friend?”
“He was, and that’s before the champion went back to cyrodiil and disappeared forever.”
“Well, enough story, Vald, we’ll have to reach winterhold on the morrow” said Maalsia from inside her tent.
“Well, I thinks that’s the end of the story, isn’t it, Pete?”
“Promise you I would tell you a better story next time we do this again” pyter stood and reached out to his tent.
Vald went inside his tent too, inside, he sat cross-legged and started to close his eyes, a piece of coal in front of him.
“I’ll have to do this tonight, Edgrun said if I do this every night I would be able to use magic, and I’ll show Pyter, Mom, and Dad so they’ll not calling me kid again”
Edgrun, the mysterious aldmer has secretly taught Vald magic, as he saw trough the boy’s potential. Vald closed his eyes and put the charcoal on his palm. He opened his eyes and he could see the coal glowing red from the inside and heat was radiating from it.
“Now to the next step” said Vald to himself. He put the coal on bowl and concentrate on his hand Until slowly a tiny flame comes out of his hand. It became slightly bigger as time passed, but the flame dies ‘down before it could grew bigger than Vald’s palm.
“great job Vald! You can create flame without medium now” said the boy to himself.
Suddenly one of their horses screamed in pain
“HIIEEEEEEEEERGG” the sound followed by the sound of clashing steel and crispy burning sound of wood.
“AMBUSHH!!” Vald hear Edgrun’s voice echoed loudly “everyone get out of your tent!! They are burning everything!!”
Vald went out and he saw his parent’s tent ablaze in crimson flame and the trees around it. How could this happened? Said Vald in his mind, his parents might be still in the tent, but Edgrun and Pyter was fighting some mysterious figure that Vald couldn’t see in the contrast of total darkness, and blinding light of the flame.
“Vald, grab this knife and run from here! We’ll take care of them!”Pyter threw a small sword to Vald. “we’ll go to Winterhold!! if we make it, we’ll wait for you there!”
Running is not what in Vald’s mind, he wanted to fight, he picked the sword and set his stance to attacking as Pyter had taught him, but fear overrun his courage and his feet trembled, so he ran deep into the darkness of the forest. One of the figure chased him down the forest ,Vald run while clutching the small sword Pyter had given to him just now. When he was running, suddenly Vald felt a sharp thrusting pain on his left leg, a small bolt arrow pierced his skin, but not fatal, he could still run until he felt his left leg so stiff and could not run anymore. He finally realized that the arrow was imbued with a paralyzing spell. The figure came near to him, clenched in solid iron and helmet, he was still could not identify who the figure was.
“We lost this much for this boy? That two guys over there were such a problem, killed Smeil and Grin I see”
Vald could hear the figure talking to himself while he crouched and put Vald on his back.
“GUYS! COME ON!! WE GOT THE BOY, LET’S GET OUT OF HERE!!” and the figure shouted.
“I have to get out of here” said Vald, he could see a river beside him, and he thought if he douse himself on the river, the paralyzing would stop.
But Vald was in the figure’s grasp, and it was too hard for Vald to break. He touched the figure’s armor with his hands and started to concentrate, slowly it became red and glowing, and the figure shriek in pain then he threw Vald face down to the muddy ground.
“HOT! HOT! “shouted the figure before he started cursing. But Vald’s could barely move and the skin on his was schorched because of the heat too.
With all his power left, he crawled right into the flowing river. As he felt the cold water touched all his body, the numbness was gone instead replaced with pain so he screamed but his voice was swallowed by the water. His neck felt like it’s going to burn more, even though he was in freezing cold water. Slowly everything went blur and dark in his eyes, then he could feel water get inside his lungs. He tried to reach out for something, anything he can hold himself to, but all his attempts seem to be failed. He felt his consciousness slowly descent to darkness. . .
To be continued.