Post by Phugsius Charadus on Jul 14, 2010 9:48:35 GMT -5
It had been months... many months...
An array of cool colors of dark purple and hot colors or varying degrees of red, orange and yellow, collided in the sky as the sun said it's final piece for the day. The shining Lake displayed the same as the glass smooth surface of the water was shattered as a dark haired and scruffy teen emerged from the water, clawing his way to the shore, as if it was the last piece of land he'd ever see.
The sun finally set as the bearded teen made it to the salvation of land. He heaved heavy breaths as he barely held himself up with his scrawny arms. He was back, Phugsius Charadus had never been more happy to see the world. He laughed and smiled as he collapsed on the ground still breathing like he'd swam miles, or held his breath for a great amount of time.
Smiling and breathing were all he could probably handle at the moment as his body began the recovery process of regaining oxygen.
It had been a cold night in November, or, was it October? Time had been blurred for so long. He had been training on the dueling field. He had heard a voice, toneless, emotionless... It was as if his memory was clouded from that point. The next thing he remembered was a dark world. He could feel a wall behind him, he was sitting back leaning on it. It felt smooth like glass. Channeling his own elemental energy a flame burst forth from the tip of his finger. He could see nothing, but he could feel the wall. Just darkness beyond.
What was this? He didn't even...
Hesitantly Phugsius stood up, his breathing taking a more regulated state. Was he actually back? Looking down he patted himself to be assured he was no ghost. His clothes, however, had been artfully burnt to cinders revealing much of his upper body but left the necessities covered. The black hair covering his head had been matted down by the water and the beard he now had was most unfitting to his character. Scratching it roughly, A look of astonishment crossed the young mans face. He had forgotten about it. A quick spell from his wand and the beard was torn from his face and dropped to the ground. His hair had grown astonishingly long but that could be dealt with later.
It was hot out now... It had to at least have been June or July...
What had happened while he was away? Where was...
A beautiful flash of red hair and blue eyes made an appearance in his mind.
"Niobe..." his thought said aloud trailing off.
An array of cool colors of dark purple and hot colors or varying degrees of red, orange and yellow, collided in the sky as the sun said it's final piece for the day. The shining Lake displayed the same as the glass smooth surface of the water was shattered as a dark haired and scruffy teen emerged from the water, clawing his way to the shore, as if it was the last piece of land he'd ever see.
The sun finally set as the bearded teen made it to the salvation of land. He heaved heavy breaths as he barely held himself up with his scrawny arms. He was back, Phugsius Charadus had never been more happy to see the world. He laughed and smiled as he collapsed on the ground still breathing like he'd swam miles, or held his breath for a great amount of time.
Smiling and breathing were all he could probably handle at the moment as his body began the recovery process of regaining oxygen.
It had been a cold night in November, or, was it October? Time had been blurred for so long. He had been training on the dueling field. He had heard a voice, toneless, emotionless... It was as if his memory was clouded from that point. The next thing he remembered was a dark world. He could feel a wall behind him, he was sitting back leaning on it. It felt smooth like glass. Channeling his own elemental energy a flame burst forth from the tip of his finger. He could see nothing, but he could feel the wall. Just darkness beyond.
What was this? He didn't even...
Hesitantly Phugsius stood up, his breathing taking a more regulated state. Was he actually back? Looking down he patted himself to be assured he was no ghost. His clothes, however, had been artfully burnt to cinders revealing much of his upper body but left the necessities covered. The black hair covering his head had been matted down by the water and the beard he now had was most unfitting to his character. Scratching it roughly, A look of astonishment crossed the young mans face. He had forgotten about it. A quick spell from his wand and the beard was torn from his face and dropped to the ground. His hair had grown astonishingly long but that could be dealt with later.
It was hot out now... It had to at least have been June or July...
What had happened while he was away? Where was...
A beautiful flash of red hair and blue eyes made an appearance in his mind.
"Niobe..." his thought said aloud trailing off.