Re: Vol 2, Chapter 1: “Elegies & Arrivals”
Tempest wandered the outskirts of town for a time, in her own thoughts of what had happened. A mere day ago, herself and her sister were far away, just about to meet a shop owner, hounded by thugs - something she could help with.
...something she could fight.
Now she was here, having traveled through a well at the aide of a greater elemental (Which turned out to be family), only to face a great evil. Ordinarily she would be thrilled at the thought, but with the gaining of information, she found herself pushing boundaries.
Now she stood at the side of a pyre, of a warrior, from what people told, someone pure of heart and instinct. Now with him gone, it would seem that her skills were needed in his place - would her skills be enough? When her sister spoke, she answered in the primordal language softly.
She drew her dagger and stepped forward, drawing it across her hand, and grasping an item, familiar to all here - what little was left of Azatch's weapon. She smeared her blood on the handle, then tossed it in the fire.
"I never knew you, but a warriors spirit must be acknowledged. May your weapon be ever sharp, and may your spirit find peace. On my blood and bond, i will help your friends defeat this evil."
with hand dripping blood still, she stepped back beside her sister.