Spire's Master

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Written by: Sammy

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Memories from the prvious mind stirred within Kazrai. those told by the Captain of Blinding Spear.

something is wrong.

The rebelion, the ashlem war, Reach, King Dauthous, it all seemed connected But he wasn't sure how or why.

The whispers of the old ones, the influence of the current gods. Man made, divine intervention.

Kazrai stood on the balcony, looking over the tormented sea, wind howled, waves crashed. all as it should be yet something was different. The sea had questions left unanswered, Kazrai had questions he wanted answered.

Tapping his smoking pipe on the railing, the questions screaming in his mind, a quiet thought rearing its ungly form, to simple throw himself from the balcony, a folly attempt to find silence.
If only escaping the Kraken's grasp were so easy.

Wandering back into his study, the air cool, comforting, anyone else would compare it to a prison but Kazrai called it home.

A rift in reality, a sphere of annilation sat gently illuminating Kazrai's desk. His hand passed thought it….harmlessly. what was not meant to be could not be destroyed so simple. an old note scrunched up and tossed into the sphere, erased.

Chewing his nails, passing the study, fiddling with a knife, That thought once again rising in his mind, plunge the knife into his knee, just to do something, to commit to anything but before he can thunder cracks above startling him.

Another thought, one the gripped him tight, was Valour alright?
Out the door. down a few flights of stairs, the tower was dark and wet, shadows crept in every corner, the flash of lightning and the howling wind filled the hallways.
Kazrai walked, then jogged. closer and closer to thier bedroom, She was just there! did someone come in? did something change? His heart raced.
There was the door, just ahead, running. knife ready, intent to kill whatever was endangering Valour.
the door opened as Kazraid stood. Valour there in bed, sleeping soundly. the room quiet and calm.

Kazrai lowered his knife taking a deep breath. “Worried about nothing” his voice was unfamiliar, out of place in this dark spire.
He Kissed Valour gently, Carressing her pregnant stomach for only a moment, leaving the room, closing the doors.

The thumping in his chest as adrenilan coursed Kazrai's viens, the high passing quickly, His back falling against a wall as he slid to the ground. The voices whispering again, How stupid he was, there was nothing wrong, Yet everything was wrong.

The memories, the knowledge, the ideas, constantly playing out in his mind, a jumble repeating themselves, like he misses it and has to hit the replay, but seen it so much. perhaps His subconscious was afraid of what lies beyond the first few seconds of memory, this was safe, any further was unknown.
Kazrai craved the unknown, to understand it, to brave the unknown is all he works for. so why won't his legs move?

Lost but what from?

Would the world just melt away if he wished it? all this torment washed away like someone waking from a dream?
He dug into a pocket pulling out a scrap of notes, Questions to himself.

Kazrai stood up, like he was looking down at a huge clock, no longer in the Sea spire's hallway. an illusion brought on by madness? the hands lurching forward as time marched, each movement thundering like the mighty giants beating on the sky.
“Time is a circle” He said, as if he was telling someone. “What happens is to happen again” Looking at his notes, gripping it tightly, threatening to tear it.
WAR
INVASTION
GODS INFLUENCE
“But what?! what is going to happen again?! what has happened?! Has it already begun?” The clock moved faster beneath his feet, the room begun to tear itself apart, Then. He fell. Loosing his footing. Silence as he watched the paper vanish into darkness. the silent wind and his lurching stomach the only responses to say he is falling.
the thunderous roar of water filled his ears as he plunged into dark cold water. it was so dark, looking around unable to see anything. holding his breath, only realizing now his eyes were shut tight.
Opening them to see the dark water, a gentle ominous glow from the water's surface only reveled the empty abyss bellow.

Something moved

Waves? fish? no it was huge. larger than any beast Kazrai had seen with his own eyes. it was gone, the movement had ceased. He looked around still on guard.
Then a presence.
Turning around to see countless alien eyes staring him down only inches away. A voice perced his mind “FINNNND USSSSSS”

A thud as he was dropped unto solid ground. Back in his spire's hallway. was that all a vision? no, His body and clothes were soaking wet. dripping, a puddle around his limp body.
Pulling himself up. sitting and looking around. it was difficult to gauge how much time had passed. but one thing was clear. a goal. Finally.