Post by lakeripple on Oct 27, 2008 18:30:29 GMT -5
Sweat dripped. Heart raced. Feet drummed. Head throbbed. And as he turned, he could see the monster converging on him...
Ellison woke with a start from underneath the plant he had fallen asleep under. His breathing was still ragged, his body still warm with the deep longing to tell...
He screamed as a fire ran through his body, and he sat up strait, gasping for air. His mind struggled from his dream, and his body filled with cold. A ragged gasp shook his entire frame, and tears streamed down his red face. "Chalidron!" he screamed. "Chalidron!" A sob shook him. He had no way of knowing if she lived on. She would be eight... and that settled it. The tears formed rivers.
Standing, he looked around his surroundings. This was Eflem, where he had found her. She was a young Pyro, with awful adopted parents... and he had saved her, taken her to the Vaidens. The memories lined up like children to a diving board.
Then the greedy evil memories, desperate to strike him where it really hurt, played back his fourth year of life. Screams came from his red lips, and he looked around in terror. No, he thought. That was long ago. It's not now. You've gotten on with it. But he still cried.
Not satisfied with replaying that dreaded year, the memories switched to last year, when his Vaiden leader told him that he must fake his death and go undercover. That he must not tell ANYONE. Not even Chalidron.
That hurt. Ellison sobbed, and fell to the hard ground. "No..." he groaned as one of his two wildfires raged around him. The Fire of Hurt. It burned down the plants and trees, as it did when he lost control.
Shine looked about in wary horror. "Get hold of yourself," she whispered, nudging Ellison. "Calm the mind. Bring out the Fire of Heal." She blew hot breath into her little boy's face. "Get control Ellison. Fight this." She looked fondly at the boy, Georgaina's son. Her mistress's little baby. "Come now Ellison. I know you can fight this. I know it's in you. I've seen it. FIGHT!" She looked around in despair at the disarray the fire was causing. "Hurry Ellison! Before it is too late!"
Ellison heaved himself to his knees, and stopped the raging fire, drawing it back to himself. The angry red flames lapped around him but could not burn their master. Once the Fire of Hurt was securely locked inside himself, Ellison sent out a white flame, and let it lick where the Fire of Hurt had burned. This was the Fire of Heal. Where it touched, things grew again. After it's work was done, the gentle fire came back to its master, and laid itself gently at his feet. It allowed itself to be placed back in the cage it shared with the other wildfire's, inside Ellison. Ellison passed out with the effort.
Shine smiled at her boy's courage. Drawing away, she flew to a large tree and sat in its leaves. She would watch her boy, and keep him safe...
Ellison woke with a start from underneath the plant he had fallen asleep under. His breathing was still ragged, his body still warm with the deep longing to tell...
He screamed as a fire ran through his body, and he sat up strait, gasping for air. His mind struggled from his dream, and his body filled with cold. A ragged gasp shook his entire frame, and tears streamed down his red face. "Chalidron!" he screamed. "Chalidron!" A sob shook him. He had no way of knowing if she lived on. She would be eight... and that settled it. The tears formed rivers.
Standing, he looked around his surroundings. This was Eflem, where he had found her. She was a young Pyro, with awful adopted parents... and he had saved her, taken her to the Vaidens. The memories lined up like children to a diving board.
Then the greedy evil memories, desperate to strike him where it really hurt, played back his fourth year of life. Screams came from his red lips, and he looked around in terror. No, he thought. That was long ago. It's not now. You've gotten on with it. But he still cried.
Not satisfied with replaying that dreaded year, the memories switched to last year, when his Vaiden leader told him that he must fake his death and go undercover. That he must not tell ANYONE. Not even Chalidron.
That hurt. Ellison sobbed, and fell to the hard ground. "No..." he groaned as one of his two wildfires raged around him. The Fire of Hurt. It burned down the plants and trees, as it did when he lost control.
Shine looked about in wary horror. "Get hold of yourself," she whispered, nudging Ellison. "Calm the mind. Bring out the Fire of Heal." She blew hot breath into her little boy's face. "Get control Ellison. Fight this." She looked fondly at the boy, Georgaina's son. Her mistress's little baby. "Come now Ellison. I know you can fight this. I know it's in you. I've seen it. FIGHT!" She looked around in despair at the disarray the fire was causing. "Hurry Ellison! Before it is too late!"
Ellison heaved himself to his knees, and stopped the raging fire, drawing it back to himself. The angry red flames lapped around him but could not burn their master. Once the Fire of Hurt was securely locked inside himself, Ellison sent out a white flame, and let it lick where the Fire of Hurt had burned. This was the Fire of Heal. Where it touched, things grew again. After it's work was done, the gentle fire came back to its master, and laid itself gently at his feet. It allowed itself to be placed back in the cage it shared with the other wildfire's, inside Ellison. Ellison passed out with the effort.
Shine smiled at her boy's courage. Drawing away, she flew to a large tree and sat in its leaves. She would watch her boy, and keep him safe...