The Journey, Chapt 27 = previous chapter
Chapter 28: Pain
Rubian howled in pain holding his left arm by the wrist, as he watched his frozen hand turn black. Struggling, he reached into his satchel, pulled out a red orb and threw it at a broken tree stump, the impact setting it ablaze. Rubian hovered his blackening hand over the flames hoping the heat would make the ice subside.
“Fucking ice breath? Dragon ice breath?” He snarled in pain. The fire did nothing to alleviate the pain to stop it from spreading. “Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck!”
“Come on Rubian, think, what to do?” An idea came to him, feeling he had no other option, he set the blade of his sword in the fire, waiting for it to heat up. Taking his belt off, he rolled it up and bit hard into the leather. Taking the handle of his now hot sword blade, he hovered it over his hand, just above the wrist, taking a deep breath he brought the blade down severing his blackening hand, the belt doing nothing to muffle his screams, birds fluttering away into the skies scared. Then there was silence, all that could be heard was Rubian’s heavy breaths.
“Of all thing’s Ice Breath coming from a freaking dragon?!” Rubian wrapped up the stump on his arm, and tried to haphazardly climb on to his mount, but the horse kept moving, “STAY STILL!” He hissed at the chestnut mare. A moment later, sitting in the saddle, he reached into his satchel again and pulled out a light blue orb and tapped into the side of the horse's neck, take me back to the citadel. The horse snorted and turned to head back towards the King.
Rubian’s vision blurred, and he dropped in and out of consciousness, different coloured mists flew around him, circling him. The night got darker and foreboding, a green mist flew into him. His body convulsed violently, his eyes rolling backwards to show only the whites. Flashbacks took over his mind, of every person he'd killed and hurt in vivid detail, leaving him shook and for the first time in his life really scared.
His mind overpowered, until he heard a melodic voice that tore through him, tormenting him just from the sound of the voice. “Get out of my head!” Rubian snarled, “Now!”
A yellow mist flew inside of him, and Rubian suddenly felt paralysed. Yet the chestnut mare carried on its way none the wiser.
‘You stole our souls, to become stronger, and vile, you hurt, attack, mame, crucify those who have done you no wrong’ Came the melodic voice of the green mist.
The harsh voice of the yellow mist bellowed inside Rubian’s mind, ‘It wasn’t him, he was born with stolen elementals infused into him. He is a product of someone else, born a hume and forced to be elementals.’
‘The witch, the old croon, the hag, the old bat, the wicked lass. It is her who trapped our kind, and threw into a cauldron blind, dropping the baby in broth, came henceforth this crime!’ Screamed a turquoise pulsating mist. The green and yellow mists flew out of Rubian, his body slumped in the saddle and the elemental spirits disappeared into the night.
“LOOK OVER THERE!” Called out a watchguard on the ramparts. “I see someone coming!”
As the dawn sun broke through the morning clouds, another guard noticed it was the King’s right hand man Rubian, he ran out onto the pathway, grabbing the reins of the horse, he noticed Rubian’s bloody stump. “GET THE HEALER!” He shouted as he forced the chestnut mare into a slow trot. The watchguards carefully grabbed Rubian and carried him inside. Thomaz already power walked from his throne room to see what was going on. The old hag stepped forward, hissed as she saw Rubian’s bloody stump. From a satchel of her own she pulled out an amber glowing orb, then looked at the king. “With hand or without? There will be… losses if you choose with…”
Thomaz glanced at Rubian and then to the old hag. “I need my right hand whole.” He replied matter of factly. The old hag grabbed a maid, placed the amber glowing orb in her hand and then forced her to grab Rubian’s wrist.
The maids eyes instantly went wide, her mouth opening in silent scream as her already pale complexion started to suck inwards turning grey, he hair went brittle and started to fall out, her eyes glazed like cataracts forming at an enhanced speed, blood starting to weep from her eyes and ears flowing down her body, slowly down her arm and pooling on to Rubian’s bandaged stumped. Rubian’s eyes opened wide as he screamed in pain, his hand starting to grow back, his wrist bones, then his metatarsals, followed by his knuckles. Next sinew and tendons started to grow, followed grey stretched skin, and finally slightly blackened nails. The maid slumped, collapsed and turned to dust.
King Thomaz, shocked and speechless, suddenly turned and vomited on the floor behind everyone. Rubian panted heavily, clenched and relaxed his new formed hand and winced in pain still. He clicked his fingers, “Fajro!” A small flame of blood red fire appeared above his thumb but it flickered out quickly. “Fajro!” He muttered again, the blood red fire appeared briefly before returning as grey fire.
Chapter 28: Pain
Rubian howled in pain holding his left arm by the wrist, as he watched his frozen hand turn black. Struggling, he reached into his satchel, pulled out a red orb and threw it at a broken tree stump, the impact setting it ablaze. Rubian hovered his blackening hand over the flames hoping the heat would make the ice subside.
“Fucking ice breath? Dragon ice breath?” He snarled in pain. The fire did nothing to alleviate the pain to stop it from spreading. “Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck!”
“Come on Rubian, think, what to do?” An idea came to him, feeling he had no other option, he set the blade of his sword in the fire, waiting for it to heat up. Taking his belt off, he rolled it up and bit hard into the leather. Taking the handle of his now hot sword blade, he hovered it over his hand, just above the wrist, taking a deep breath he brought the blade down severing his blackening hand, the belt doing nothing to muffle his screams, birds fluttering away into the skies scared. Then there was silence, all that could be heard was Rubian’s heavy breaths.
“Of all thing’s Ice Breath coming from a freaking dragon?!” Rubian wrapped up the stump on his arm, and tried to haphazardly climb on to his mount, but the horse kept moving, “STAY STILL!” He hissed at the chestnut mare. A moment later, sitting in the saddle, he reached into his satchel again and pulled out a light blue orb and tapped into the side of the horse's neck, take me back to the citadel. The horse snorted and turned to head back towards the King.
Rubian’s vision blurred, and he dropped in and out of consciousness, different coloured mists flew around him, circling him. The night got darker and foreboding, a green mist flew into him. His body convulsed violently, his eyes rolling backwards to show only the whites. Flashbacks took over his mind, of every person he'd killed and hurt in vivid detail, leaving him shook and for the first time in his life really scared.
His mind overpowered, until he heard a melodic voice that tore through him, tormenting him just from the sound of the voice. “Get out of my head!” Rubian snarled, “Now!”
A yellow mist flew inside of him, and Rubian suddenly felt paralysed. Yet the chestnut mare carried on its way none the wiser.
‘You stole our souls, to become stronger, and vile, you hurt, attack, mame, crucify those who have done you no wrong’ Came the melodic voice of the green mist.
The harsh voice of the yellow mist bellowed inside Rubian’s mind, ‘It wasn’t him, he was born with stolen elementals infused into him. He is a product of someone else, born a hume and forced to be elementals.’
‘The witch, the old croon, the hag, the old bat, the wicked lass. It is her who trapped our kind, and threw into a cauldron blind, dropping the baby in broth, came henceforth this crime!’ Screamed a turquoise pulsating mist. The green and yellow mists flew out of Rubian, his body slumped in the saddle and the elemental spirits disappeared into the night.
“LOOK OVER THERE!” Called out a watchguard on the ramparts. “I see someone coming!”
As the dawn sun broke through the morning clouds, another guard noticed it was the King’s right hand man Rubian, he ran out onto the pathway, grabbing the reins of the horse, he noticed Rubian’s bloody stump. “GET THE HEALER!” He shouted as he forced the chestnut mare into a slow trot. The watchguards carefully grabbed Rubian and carried him inside. Thomaz already power walked from his throne room to see what was going on. The old hag stepped forward, hissed as she saw Rubian’s bloody stump. From a satchel of her own she pulled out an amber glowing orb, then looked at the king. “With hand or without? There will be… losses if you choose with…”
Thomaz glanced at Rubian and then to the old hag. “I need my right hand whole.” He replied matter of factly. The old hag grabbed a maid, placed the amber glowing orb in her hand and then forced her to grab Rubian’s wrist.
The maids eyes instantly went wide, her mouth opening in silent scream as her already pale complexion started to suck inwards turning grey, he hair went brittle and started to fall out, her eyes glazed like cataracts forming at an enhanced speed, blood starting to weep from her eyes and ears flowing down her body, slowly down her arm and pooling on to Rubian’s bandaged stumped. Rubian’s eyes opened wide as he screamed in pain, his hand starting to grow back, his wrist bones, then his metatarsals, followed by his knuckles. Next sinew and tendons started to grow, followed grey stretched skin, and finally slightly blackened nails. The maid slumped, collapsed and turned to dust.
King Thomaz, shocked and speechless, suddenly turned and vomited on the floor behind everyone. Rubian panted heavily, clenched and relaxed his new formed hand and winced in pain still. He clicked his fingers, “Fajro!” A small flame of blood red fire appeared above his thumb but it flickered out quickly. “Fajro!” He muttered again, the blood red fire appeared briefly before returning as grey fire.
