Post by Lord Rahl on May 6, 2011 1:42:27 GMT -5
Breathe.
Deneric exhaled the silken essence of the Sliph, and gulped in the cool air.
Colors, lights, and sounds, came rushing in around him in a painful flurry, temporarily overcoming him and disorienting him. He sat resting for a moment, and slowly he adjusted to the world around him.
He stood, then, and turned to see if everyone else had made it. The gifted, five wizards and five sorceresses, both sides of the gift all, stood off to the side. Three Mord-Sith, who had captured the gifts of other gifted in the past, stood on the opposite side. It was as many as he could bring. He left two wizards at the Palace along with a sorceress, and another wizard had gone with the army to assault the Free Peoples of D'Hara.
"Thank you, Sliph. I am pleased."
The silver face smiled at him.
He studied those he brought with him for a moment. "Let us go."
He turned and slapped his hand to the cold metal plate, and the gravestone above him slowly slid out of place, letting the harsh daylight spill across the stone steps. One by one, Deneric at the lead, they ascended the small flight of stairs.
He turned and surveyed the tombstone, running his hand across the engraved name — Richard Rahl, his ancestor. He knew that Richard Rahl wasn't really buried there. From what he could gather it had been something to do with prophecy designed to let this Richard know that there was something he needed there.
He pulled himself away from the grave and stared out at nothing in particular, thinking about what was to come.
Deneric exhaled the silken essence of the Sliph, and gulped in the cool air.
Colors, lights, and sounds, came rushing in around him in a painful flurry, temporarily overcoming him and disorienting him. He sat resting for a moment, and slowly he adjusted to the world around him.
He stood, then, and turned to see if everyone else had made it. The gifted, five wizards and five sorceresses, both sides of the gift all, stood off to the side. Three Mord-Sith, who had captured the gifts of other gifted in the past, stood on the opposite side. It was as many as he could bring. He left two wizards at the Palace along with a sorceress, and another wizard had gone with the army to assault the Free Peoples of D'Hara.
"Thank you, Sliph. I am pleased."
The silver face smiled at him.
He studied those he brought with him for a moment. "Let us go."
He turned and slapped his hand to the cold metal plate, and the gravestone above him slowly slid out of place, letting the harsh daylight spill across the stone steps. One by one, Deneric at the lead, they ascended the small flight of stairs.
He turned and surveyed the tombstone, running his hand across the engraved name — Richard Rahl, his ancestor. He knew that Richard Rahl wasn't really buried there. From what he could gather it had been something to do with prophecy designed to let this Richard know that there was something he needed there.
He pulled himself away from the grave and stared out at nothing in particular, thinking about what was to come.