The shock then started to settle in. What had almost happened to her. The little creature that stirred so many distant memories that could not be placed. And then the dark, heinous deed that she committed. The results of which lay in a steaming mass in front of her. She sunk to her knees, the power that had once filled her with power and conviction fleeing in a moments breath. Her hands, her shoulders, her entire world started to shake with the reverberations of what she had just committed.
"What did I do? How did I do this? What am I?" A'kuri whispered out in terror. She gazed at her trembling hands, terrified of the magiks she had just cast. Her mother never displayed using the aether in this manner, it was all fire and ice! Not poisonous miasmas and spheres of ruinous energy!
As she sat in front of what was formerly the Bastard Nunh, she heard noises come from the camp. It was the usual morning routine, the day for the rest of the tribe was just starting. However to the terrified and panicking girl, she only heard accusations and thought of the consequences of what would happen to her once this deed was found out. She had to leave the tribe. NOW. She knew she couldn't get very far, and would be moving incredibly slow thanks to her frail body, but she might be able to put some distance between herself and the tribe members if she left right away.
Stumbling back away from the slowly cooling mass of flesh and entrails, she scurried back to where her "bed" was located. She rummaged around for her prized headband, which had been knocked off during her struggle, and stood up. She stood up a bit too quickly and she felt even weaker than normal, light headed and dizzy, the same feeling she would get after the Bastard would make her drink alcohol.
Pushing through the daze, she slowly shambled to the hollowed out tree by the river where she kept her more prized possessions. A few of her mothers old books that had somehow made it through the fire. She went to grab as many as she could, but her arms couldn't support the weight.
Why did she have to be so weak? Now more than ever, she wished she had at least the strength of a normal girl, so that at least she could have carried these few, precious books to what she hoped would be safety. Agonizing quick minutes passed as she tried to decide which book she would take. She grabbed each one in turn, her mind on fire as she tried to make sense of the books contents. She had some wild hope that in light of her current actions, the words would make sense, a hope that was proving vain.
As the moments kept passing, she was growing more and more panicked, she would reach for one book, remembering times with her mother, and then look at another book, only to start remembering about that one. Suddenly she heard a noise near by her, and when she looked up in a quick, fearful glace, she only saw a momentary flash of blue and a tumble of branches that fell away in the back of the hollow. The branches fell onto her mothers books much to A'kuri's dismay. However that irritation slowly faded away as A'kuri realized that something was unearthed thanks to the branches falling. Tucked away in the back of the hollow was a average sized book.
Reaching out to grasp it, A'kuri was seized by a momentary flashback of her mother. They were sitting by the fire next to their hut and she was sitting on her mothers lap. It was her birthday. Her mother gave her a gift. A blank book. She said that when the time came, little A'kuri would know what to put in this book. She grabbed the book and felt the vibrations of power within it. It was then that A'kuri knew what would be the single item that she would take with her in her exile. This blank book that was a gift from her mother. This book would be her book of power. Her grimoire of spells.
"What did I do? How did I do this? What am I?" A'kuri whispered out in terror. She gazed at her trembling hands, terrified of the magiks she had just cast. Her mother never displayed using the aether in this manner, it was all fire and ice! Not poisonous miasmas and spheres of ruinous energy!
As she sat in front of what was formerly the Bastard Nunh, she heard noises come from the camp. It was the usual morning routine, the day for the rest of the tribe was just starting. However to the terrified and panicking girl, she only heard accusations and thought of the consequences of what would happen to her once this deed was found out. She had to leave the tribe. NOW. She knew she couldn't get very far, and would be moving incredibly slow thanks to her frail body, but she might be able to put some distance between herself and the tribe members if she left right away.
Stumbling back away from the slowly cooling mass of flesh and entrails, she scurried back to where her "bed" was located. She rummaged around for her prized headband, which had been knocked off during her struggle, and stood up. She stood up a bit too quickly and she felt even weaker than normal, light headed and dizzy, the same feeling she would get after the Bastard would make her drink alcohol.
Pushing through the daze, she slowly shambled to the hollowed out tree by the river where she kept her more prized possessions. A few of her mothers old books that had somehow made it through the fire. She went to grab as many as she could, but her arms couldn't support the weight.
Why did she have to be so weak? Now more than ever, she wished she had at least the strength of a normal girl, so that at least she could have carried these few, precious books to what she hoped would be safety. Agonizing quick minutes passed as she tried to decide which book she would take. She grabbed each one in turn, her mind on fire as she tried to make sense of the books contents. She had some wild hope that in light of her current actions, the words would make sense, a hope that was proving vain.
As the moments kept passing, she was growing more and more panicked, she would reach for one book, remembering times with her mother, and then look at another book, only to start remembering about that one. Suddenly she heard a noise near by her, and when she looked up in a quick, fearful glace, she only saw a momentary flash of blue and a tumble of branches that fell away in the back of the hollow. The branches fell onto her mothers books much to A'kuri's dismay. However that irritation slowly faded away as A'kuri realized that something was unearthed thanks to the branches falling. Tucked away in the back of the hollow was a average sized book.
Reaching out to grasp it, A'kuri was seized by a momentary flashback of her mother. They were sitting by the fire next to their hut and she was sitting on her mothers lap. It was her birthday. Her mother gave her a gift. A blank book. She said that when the time came, little A'kuri would know what to put in this book. She grabbed the book and felt the vibrations of power within it. It was then that A'kuri knew what would be the single item that she would take with her in her exile. This blank book that was a gift from her mother. This book would be her book of power. Her grimoire of spells.
