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Warmth and light surrounded him. A familiar taunting voice of one that he respected was the only thing the young wolf could hear. The prospect of death was so real that he could almost taste the lime on his tongue. How could all of this be happening? Why were the children, the young kids of Tavark bound by the monster; by Suvius? Even more, he couldn't bring himself to hurt them, he could only run and that hadn't even been a very successful effort.
"Hold on Raige!"
Gentle, almost holy if such a thing existed; Darin's voice was the serene that Raige needed in that moment. His body wanted to convulse, to give in to fear and scream out. He bled, his body was hardly useful and he wanted nothing more than to welcome death, but he was too afraid for that. Darin placed a hand over him, hovering just above as light shrouded him in a shell of comfort.
"Darin..."
An apology would have been appropriate but he didn't even deserve to be sorry for his mistake. The more appropriate option was to sit in his guilt, to realize he was being saved now by the one man that lived; whom still believed in him. The light started to fade, and his body relaxed, it was as if euphoria had taken him and he could feel nothing, like an alchemist oil to prevent the sting of a burn or cut, this was much more potent. "Thank you.."
Darin nodded and left his men to look after Raige for the time. The light faded with him, and the visage of kindness, of light that surrounded him stood as a beacon when he entered the darkness of the great Hall. "Darin... " It was all he could really say in that moment, but he worried. He worried that his fears would return, that only darkness would emerge from that building, and the light he suddenly believed in would fail him. He worried that faith would not be enough to keep the paladin... His.. friend alive.
Raige grunted to himself and pushed up from the ground. The soldiers were far too preoccupied to stop him now, they were subduing the children. His body resented his ambition, and he stumbled enough times. One of the guards caught sight of the wolf and called to him but it was lost as Raige walked in darkness.
The door shut behind him and Raige looked upon the Great Hall. No torches were lit, no life that still retained passion, it was a cesspool of darkness and death. In the middle of the Hall only a single light remained, a beacon, just as before but it was much brighter. Waves of darkness swirled around the orb of light, and at its center a glowing knight in mix matched armor stood strong, and boldly held his shield as he faced the darkness with all of his vigor.
Light~
The darkness swirled in angry phantoms before it faded to nothing, and light emerged the victor. It was beautiful. Darin stood now his breath unsteady and he watched on as the sorcerer conjured in his hand a sphere of darkness. Darin knelt and held his hand to his lips, his eyes were closed, he looked like a statue, a hero statue that stood as a reminder of good versus evil. Darin raised his eyes to the sky above them, and Suvius mirrored that motion. Light filled the entire room and darkness was gone. Suvius lay on the ground and Darin stood over top of him.
Raige nearly fell back from the surprise of what he'd just witnessed. Orden's light, a bolt of power that claimed the Sorcerer Suvius. he started to step forward but stopped when the dying voice of the Sorcerer was heard. "God will have vengeance, Sir Darin, your death is assured by the creature you hosted," He cackled wildly. Suvius taunted him with knowledge to counter Darin's sermon of justice. Then he mentioned the one woman that Darin loved. Light once more crashed down as if from no where.. and the Sorceror vanished from the room along with the terror that filled the place.
Raige looked up to meet the Paladin's eyes, unsure of what he'd just witnessed. Somehow There had never been a more genuine feeling for the wolf. Darin was a Paladin of Orden, and Raige was his squire... He had failed him... That could not be forgotten but for the first time since they'd met. Raige truly believed in Darin.
"Hold on Raige!"
Gentle, almost holy if such a thing existed; Darin's voice was the serene that Raige needed in that moment. His body wanted to convulse, to give in to fear and scream out. He bled, his body was hardly useful and he wanted nothing more than to welcome death, but he was too afraid for that. Darin placed a hand over him, hovering just above as light shrouded him in a shell of comfort.
"Darin..."
An apology would have been appropriate but he didn't even deserve to be sorry for his mistake. The more appropriate option was to sit in his guilt, to realize he was being saved now by the one man that lived; whom still believed in him. The light started to fade, and his body relaxed, it was as if euphoria had taken him and he could feel nothing, like an alchemist oil to prevent the sting of a burn or cut, this was much more potent. "Thank you.."
Darin nodded and left his men to look after Raige for the time. The light faded with him, and the visage of kindness, of light that surrounded him stood as a beacon when he entered the darkness of the great Hall. "Darin... " It was all he could really say in that moment, but he worried. He worried that his fears would return, that only darkness would emerge from that building, and the light he suddenly believed in would fail him. He worried that faith would not be enough to keep the paladin... His.. friend alive.
Raige grunted to himself and pushed up from the ground. The soldiers were far too preoccupied to stop him now, they were subduing the children. His body resented his ambition, and he stumbled enough times. One of the guards caught sight of the wolf and called to him but it was lost as Raige walked in darkness.
The door shut behind him and Raige looked upon the Great Hall. No torches were lit, no life that still retained passion, it was a cesspool of darkness and death. In the middle of the Hall only a single light remained, a beacon, just as before but it was much brighter. Waves of darkness swirled around the orb of light, and at its center a glowing knight in mix matched armor stood strong, and boldly held his shield as he faced the darkness with all of his vigor.
Light~
The darkness swirled in angry phantoms before it faded to nothing, and light emerged the victor. It was beautiful. Darin stood now his breath unsteady and he watched on as the sorcerer conjured in his hand a sphere of darkness. Darin knelt and held his hand to his lips, his eyes were closed, he looked like a statue, a hero statue that stood as a reminder of good versus evil. Darin raised his eyes to the sky above them, and Suvius mirrored that motion. Light filled the entire room and darkness was gone. Suvius lay on the ground and Darin stood over top of him.
Raige nearly fell back from the surprise of what he'd just witnessed. Orden's light, a bolt of power that claimed the Sorcerer Suvius. he started to step forward but stopped when the dying voice of the Sorcerer was heard. "God will have vengeance, Sir Darin, your death is assured by the creature you hosted," He cackled wildly. Suvius taunted him with knowledge to counter Darin's sermon of justice. Then he mentioned the one woman that Darin loved. Light once more crashed down as if from no where.. and the Sorceror vanished from the room along with the terror that filled the place.
Raige looked up to meet the Paladin's eyes, unsure of what he'd just witnessed. Somehow There had never been a more genuine feeling for the wolf. Darin was a Paladin of Orden, and Raige was his squire... He had failed him... That could not be forgotten but for the first time since they'd met. Raige truly believed in Darin.