Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160529172721/@comment-7203512-20160605130317

"Wake up!"

Aelwin slowly opened his eyes to be blinded by sunlight thrusting the pines, the shovel's metallic sound still ringing in his head, as he found himself being dragged along a beaten path. The brutish man, Nord by the looks of him, hoisted the boy over his shoulder to tie to a tree trunk and slapped him on the cheek.

"Awake? Delightful."

Opposite to him sat a boy his age, presumably of a mixed race, as his skin was grayish and somewhat pale. The boy glanced at Hawksly the very moment the latter felt a tear run down his silky cheek.

"Y-you okay?.." the boy asked, and Aelwin could immediately recognise this voice. It was his companion, the one he would end up adventuring with until his demise, trapped within his young body as he was.

An eerie chime echoed across the clearing, shaking the tree tops and interrupting the birds' midday rest, sending them into the sky above the two boys. Aelwin would feel an earful of the chime, unaware of where it could come from, for it felt ubiquitous before it was no more. In a split second, the loud echo came to an end as if it was never there.

"Rise, if you would, for that is thy curse." the boy whispered to Aelwin, staring at him without a single blink.

The boy opened his mouth as if he was about to continue the unsettling mantra, before a well-placed punch to Aelwin's cheek followed in a brief moment. The lad caught a glimpse of his own blood splattered on the grass, and then, everything went blurry.