Pitch black darkness Then dazzling light,
Holding my hand up to shade…my hand, what’s wrong with my hand? Surely this color is wrong….
“We have another one here”, the voice almost sounding like a song. Looking up I see a beautiful elf looking at me with worry. “Do you know your name?”
My name…my name…still looking at my hands I see a band on my right hand that says AterGens, but the imprint in my palm says Jackdan….
“Ater, call me Ater” I manage to say. Her face lights up, “Ater, we’ve been waiting on you. No wonder you look a little confused. We saw you air carriage crash from here, my name is Axelle by the way.
Walking over she bloats out the sun, smiling down at me, she has a warm smile, despite looking like she was chipped out of peach granite.
“We don’t get many veterans here.. Most who came here the first time usually never come back. They’re a few veterans like your self though. ”
Offering a hand up, her hand is smooth, no sweat, no heat, nothing. Very strange. Axelle leads me over to the box. “Here are your weapons, sent over from the black pearl.” I look down and see a simple wooden shield and a spring loaded lance…a lance? I’ve always been a swordsmen my self.
“Everything looks to be in order”, I pick up the harness they swing on and start strapping it on.
Axelle helps straighten the buckles while looking over my shoulder. I glance back and see a man of stone swagger up from the platform that was just delivered by a winged horse.
With a voice like gravel he says, “so Axelle nice to see you again. Here to see me off to Leander?”
I look back at her and see her face transform into a blank mask, “Why yes Zandre, here is his messages if you could deliver them please.” As she hands him a small red bag.
Zandra smirked and try’s to take her hand as he takes the bag, which she pulls back with almost open disdain.
Looking a little taken back Zandra staggers off, his swords on his back clicking in rhythm…click clack..click..clack..
Axelle sighs, if looks could kill Zandre would have dropped dead about now. Smiling back at me, “Good luck Ater, I’m sure well meet again.” With a slight bow Axelle walks over to a pillow under a umbrella and plops down with another sigh.
There is nothing more for me to Do but walk off down the path, but I can feel the elf’s eyes follow me.
How did I end up here? Shaking my head to clear it while I walk, the last I remember is paying a lady to teleport me to Dion…..
(So begins a new game and new series, updates hopefully 3 times a week, or whenever I feel like it…this is Ater.Nox on the Feral valley server @ Tera signing off.)
