Post by Phugsius Charadus on Jul 30, 2009 15:25:16 GMT -5
Phugsius Charadus woke up with the sun and the morning dew. He was on a mission today. Today the boy was going to work on his elementalism. After he had begun a great debate with himself on a list of the best places to do this he decided the Crypt would best be suited to his needs. He started his journey to the crypt lunch in hand ready for a hard day of practice.
When the sixteen year old arrived at the crypt he noticed something a bit strange. There was a crater a good distance beyond the entrance to the crypt. Phugsius was intrigued by this new landmark. It hadn't been there before. He swiftly walked over to the edge of the crypt and looked in. What he saw upset him a bit. There was a large amount of rubble at the bottom. Nothing more.
"GAH!" Phugsius threw his hands up in the air. This meant that the foundation of the Cypt may not be so stable anymore and throwing fire around may not be a sound idea. Then again, inside the crypt he had encountered a vampire whom he had almost killed. Staying outside of the crypt would allow him more safety from any that happened to be lurking inside as it was about ten in the morning, but a bit over cast.
Phugsius readied himself aiming into the crypt entrance. He closed his eyes and focused. He let a warmth spread throughout his body beginning from his soul. He began remembered all the death and screams of pain that had haunted his memories since his town of Hogsmeade was attacked by vampires. In his mind flashed all the faces of friends, and family, and his mother. Rage began swelling and boiling up inside of him. He let it fill his every vein and pore, let it rage inside of him to a full inferno.
With a scream louder than he'd ever thought himself able to conjure a wave of fire blazed into the crypt darkening the walls as it flew down. Phugsius looked at his hands for a moment..."Wow" he said aloud and then he began feeling exhausted and he collapsed in the ground breathing heavily sweat dripping from his pores. He sat against the wall of the crypt recovering, thinking to himself, "I have to do this, I have to be strong...."
When the sixteen year old arrived at the crypt he noticed something a bit strange. There was a crater a good distance beyond the entrance to the crypt. Phugsius was intrigued by this new landmark. It hadn't been there before. He swiftly walked over to the edge of the crypt and looked in. What he saw upset him a bit. There was a large amount of rubble at the bottom. Nothing more.
"GAH!" Phugsius threw his hands up in the air. This meant that the foundation of the Cypt may not be so stable anymore and throwing fire around may not be a sound idea. Then again, inside the crypt he had encountered a vampire whom he had almost killed. Staying outside of the crypt would allow him more safety from any that happened to be lurking inside as it was about ten in the morning, but a bit over cast.
Phugsius readied himself aiming into the crypt entrance. He closed his eyes and focused. He let a warmth spread throughout his body beginning from his soul. He began remembered all the death and screams of pain that had haunted his memories since his town of Hogsmeade was attacked by vampires. In his mind flashed all the faces of friends, and family, and his mother. Rage began swelling and boiling up inside of him. He let it fill his every vein and pore, let it rage inside of him to a full inferno.
With a scream louder than he'd ever thought himself able to conjure a wave of fire blazed into the crypt darkening the walls as it flew down. Phugsius looked at his hands for a moment..."Wow" he said aloud and then he began feeling exhausted and he collapsed in the ground breathing heavily sweat dripping from his pores. He sat against the wall of the crypt recovering, thinking to himself, "I have to do this, I have to be strong...."