Part One.
I marveled at the sight of the wound. It was so small, so delicate, so deadly, so beautiful. A small, crystalline opening in the midst of a reddish-blue sea of stained cloth. I giggled at it, almost tempted to shove my finger into the small orifice. Instead I ran my finger around it. Moving somewhat sluggishly (and somehow still amused at how I never noticed how pale my hands truly were), I drifted a hand upwards until I could drop it upon the wound as a dead-weight. It was the most exotic shades of red I had ever seen until that moment, a thin shade of scarlet with the faint scent of molten copper. I loved it for it instantly transported my rocking mind back to my youth- my father, to my intense pride, was the best coppersmith. I giggled again at the looming bulk of the large man, slurring my words as I smiled like a loon at him.“Val, will you buy me some robes of this shade for me? They're to die for!” I laughed, barely registering the small amount of annoyance held in the lines of his face.
“Hadru[1] Ashr!” He cursed, resting one of those enormous hands upon my brow. I returned his frown- his hand was hot and heavy. He turned away from me, still resting that giant hand upon my brow, and began to speak to his friend in that gibberish. I tuned them after a moment, more engrossed by the fluttering of a small series of notes issued by a small flute. They fluttered towards me form the sea of chaos, issued by the experienced owner of the small flute. I laugh deliriously again, slowly pawing at the open air in search of those notes. The big man turned back to me once more, using that same frown to attempt to placate the joyous mood.
A sudden wetness graced the tips of my fingers, feeling of amusement slowly mixing with amazement. That same scarlet had somehow melted from the cloth into a puddle, soiling my brand new robes. I struggled to raise my head upwards, catching a glimpse of a small ruby pool resting on my chets before Val shoved me back onto the ground. “I'm sorry Val, I didn't mean to spill the wine...” I murmured, dipping my loose fingers into the swelling pool of the liquid. “It was just so good and I couldn't help it...” I struggled, eyelids suddenly becoming as heavy as stones. I yawned, a tide of sleep suddenly sweeping over me and I ceded the battle for sleep, eager for its embrace. “Just let me sleep for five minutes Val- we should be moving soon...”
“Ashr!” The booming voice echoed distantly, and a sudden pain brought me back into an awakened state. Val shoved my shoulder again, shoving that large hand into the recess of my shoulder. The annoyed lines in his face had been replaced with signs of anxious worry. “Ashr! You mustn't fall alseep, do you hear me? You mustn't! It would....” The old man continued to talk, through I lost track of his words- the wiry hairs of his beard were swaying in the breeze (strange, it was a breeze that only seemed to affect him), and they proved far more interesting to me.
I bore a weak smile again. “Its been a three year trip Val.” I stated, uncertain why I felt necessary to inform him. I was suddenly revolted by my voice- somehow, I was aware of how slurred and weak it sounded.“Val, can I go home after this? I miss the city terribly.” I said, desperate to keep that sudden edge of pitifulness out of my voice. I failed miserably, and tears began to bite at my eyes. “I want to see the Church again...” I slurred, words dropping off. I winced; the hole in my chest suddenly flaring back into existence.
Vahalan spoke again, his words somehow more urgent than they were a minute ago. “Ashr, you stay with me and I'll ensure that you see the Church again.” I recoiled, revolted by how weak his voice. The giant shook his head once, as if fighting the increasing tempo of the breeze, before placing two squat fingers against my neck. The digits had lost their chill, strangely light in their touch. He spoke again, words echoing distantly....
[1]Hadru- Orumi curse, somewhat equatable for the One