Beside the overgrown path that cut through the deep of the Emmish Highlands, a small troop of travelers lie around the crackling embers of their fire, all sleeping save one. His back against the bank of a ditch, the young man wearing a brown cassock stared with dreary eyes at the embers. As the glow gradually faded into the black of the ancient forest around, he saw not the fire pit, but himself standing in the center of a massive plume of smoke, orange light ascending up it, threatening to devour the sky. His own voice echoing in his thoughts narrated the oncoming dream.

My hands grasps at yellow sand that slips through my fingers. *cut* Now its the life of patients I’ve watched die. *cut*
I stand on a beach as the sun sets. *cut* I see the same beach again but the sun is orange and raging as it falls. *cut* Now it’s night, and I am no longer there’s lieutenant Asha. He has his leg once more, but he stares blankly at the starless sky. *cut*

Someone’s holding a knife around my throat. Who are these people around me? Why do I know them so well? We’re being robbed, and I will not give them my belongings. How dare they rob a Healgard! My friends look at my in worry and frustration.*cut*
I’m in a church, preparing a rite. My papa is beside me, but I hide my words from him so he does not hear. *cut* The church rises in smoke now. The flame inside it climbs. The smoke spreads across the sky. *cut*
I see Ungloth and Tattoes. They stare at me in contempt as my blood boils. I reach for my scalpel. *cut*

I’m falling now. Out of a tree, unto my own surgical knives. *cut*
I’m on my knees and hands. The smoke again is in front of me, and all around me. It is day, but the smoke has chocked out the sky. The orange flame in the smoke’s column is the new sun. Why is my face so parched, but so wet? What’s touching my ankle? *cut*

“Silas?”

Silas woke. His back against the bank of the ditch, his arms folded in front of him. It was morning, and Myra the gypsy dancer was poking his foot.

“Silas?” She asked, quietly and patiently. “We’re heading out soon as soon as we collect water. You should get a drink yourself. You’re sweating you know.”

“We’re heading out?” Silas was about to ask what had happened to the night, but it was obviously mid-morning by now. He had slept the night away. “Of course…. I’ll be ready.”

“Do you want breakfast?” Myra asked, but Silas’ annoyed glare answered her question. She looked down with a small amount of shame, before standing and turning towards the direction of her donkey on the path. She walked away.

Feeling bad, Silas almost called out after her, but images of highway robbery from his dream returned to him. He imagined Myra’s life on the line at the expense of his ego, and the guilt cemented himself. Silas Healgard sat up, and put his unused blanket back in its place in his bag.

Hii. This is an example of an original fiction that draws influences from sources like LoTR, Skyrim, 'till we have faces, the Bible, the Last Unicorn, Princess Mononoke, lots of folklore, others. I intend to leave the story largely open ended. Silas Healgard has his own backstory and a rough future laid out in front of him, but how he goes down that path depends largely on your own character! I'm hoping to do lots of world building, so don't be afraid to implement your own characters, and stories, so long as it doesn't stray too wildly from the atmosphere already put in place. If you're interested, PM with a little about yourself as a roleplayer, an outline of any main character(s) you'd wanna play, your preference of communication, and any questions you may have!

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