Thread: The Death of The Old Ways (Frelance and Retro)

Cursen slept and he heard the elfs words in his mind. When he woke again he felt his nerves tingling and as he blinked and his vision cleared he found that even though the sun had gone down his eyes adjusted much better to then it had ever been. He could see the face of the man three beds over even though the closets fire was a few feet away from the medical tent. He did not know what was happening and after a few minutes he had fallen asleep again. He woke a few more times during the night and each time he felt that his nerves were growing more and more sensitive each time he woke up. He spent the next day laying in bed as the few people that were left from his attachment came to see him. Over the length of the day he learned that the moon elf had killed anyone who tried to stop her. Most of the men she had killed were form his group since they had been charged with clearing out that tree but he was told that after she had let the tree she had killed many others. Even as he took in the information he had been told he knew that if he had been the odd one out before now he was an outcast and out of the loop now. That night as he fell asleep again he knew that he had to find her and find out what was happening to him. He had spoken to a few of the others who had survived and knew that whatever was happening to him was not what had happened to them. He woke again just after dawn and was surprised to find that he felt better than he had in a long time. He could still feel the burns but he was able to push them out of his mind for the most part. He sat up slowly and within seconds the doctor came over and tried to get Cursen to lie back down. You need to rest, your body needs time to heal. He pulled back a bit as Cursen glared at him and the non human green had almost eclipsed the human color of his eyes. I feel fine and I will not spend the rest of my day lying here when I have work to do. He stood up slowly and could hear his joints popping. When he was standing he stood there but he had to fight of a wave of protest from his limbs but as it passed he flexed his fingers and walked out of the medical tent. It was only a few hours later that he walked out of the camp dressed in a plain cotton shirt and a pair of hide pants. The raw hide draw string of his shirt was loose leaving the deep V cut open and flowing in the breeze. He knew that no one believed that he was just taking a walk since when he had gone to his tent to gather his things he had found a full field kit sitting in the corner of his tent. He had inspected it and found that there was more supplies than most soldiers would be issued in two months. He had not even thought about if he should take it or not. He had just slung the pack over his shoulder and left the camp. He knew he would not be put back into action and he was glad of it this had never been his war. The Alchemists had stopped the land he had grown up in from ripping itself apart and saved the lives of hundreds of me who would have died in the war they had prevented but the price was higher than anyone had thought. He shook the thoughts out of his head as he crouched just inside the line of trees that opened up on the clearing that surrounded the Sanctuary. He knelt there and watched the elves as they worked on rebuilding the Sanctuary. He sat there for a few minutes then walked around the edge of the clearing looking for signs of the moon elf. He had just knelt down under a tree where he could still see the discoloration on the ground where she had been laying. He did not know how he knew that she had been the one laying there but he somehow knew it. When he heard someone walking towards him he quickly looked around then sprinted into the trees. He did not want to be caught right just as he got started. He spent the rest of the day watching the sanctuary for any sign of the moon elf. But an hour before sunset he stood and stretched. He had seen a few people leave the Sanctuary and since he had not seen any sign of the moon elf he decided to follow some of others. He was hoping that he could find out what happened to her. He would find her one way or another. It was just after dark and he was on the trail of an elf when he felt his skin start to tingle more than usual as he crossed over a very faint path. He stopped and walked back to it as he weighed his option. But after a few seconds he started to follow the path. He had the same feeling that it was her even though he knew he could not know. Then again he should never have survived getting hit by the magic fire either.