Prologue: Arkeal
"Is it very far?" Arkeal heard his young voice ask. He looked up, but as always, the face of the man was blurry, a suggestion of dark hair and a smear of dark eyes. But his hands were still clear, big, rough hands. One of them reached out and Arkeal automatically gave it his own small hand, but his dreaming mind struggled against it. No! Don't touch me! he wanted to scream, but instead kept walking at the man's side.
"Not too far." A male voice boomed from high above. It had no distinguishing features and the tone was flat.
"Good. And mommy and dad will be there?" The surroundings blurred and swirled around him, indistinctly green and gray. He strained to see, to force it to be clearer, but it remained insubstantial.
"Yes, Arkeal. They sent me to fetch you, and bring you to your fun new home."
The dream accelerated into a smear of images, each seeming to pound at him like blows to the head. Forests, mountains, rivers and plains, always with the man there, making him walk, walk, walk. Those big, awful hands darting out to strike him. Walk, walk, walk. Walk, or he'll hit me again... Then one last image of blurry green, this time smeared with red and black...
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Arkeal gasped as he woke. The sun still shone, the shadows had barely moved. Angrily, he sat up, yanked his satchel strap over his head, and stormed out of the clearing. He marched for some time like that, fighting tears, rage pounding out his pace. He was so stupid! If only he had just said no, had run back to his home, he wouldn't be here now! Lost on some mountain!
"Alone!" he screamed into the trees. "Damn you!"
He felt hot flashes of pain on his cheeks, and little puffs of mist floated up before his eyes. He swore again, less explosively. He hated when he lost control. Gingerly he reached up and felt where his anger had flashed his tears to steam, leaving little burns crusted with salt. He soothed and washed the spots with some clean water from his storages. He felt empty now. His emotion had drained into his power and he had hurt himself because of it. "Damn you," he again cursed the stranger dully as he stumbled on, unwilling to lose half a days travel because of his own disgusting stupidity.