situation to begin with.
“This is entirely your fault!” She yelled. “I can’t believe I forgot about that until now! You killed the prince right in front of everyone, and you made it look like I did it! What in the seven hells were you thinking!” Without even realizing it Sarena had started to draw on the power from Tyrus, wind filling her body.
“I’m sorry! I truly am! I was barely awake at the time!” Tyrus said in a panic.
“So you just lash out at the first thing you see! What made you think that was a good idea!”
“I just wanted to protect you -”
“And look where that’s gotten us! I’m in the middle of the most dangerous forest in the world with nothing but the clothes on my back! I could have convinced my father to change his mind if you had just waited in your sheath like a normal sword!”
“But he was so evil! Even you wanted to kill him! I wouldn’t have done it otherwise!”
Sarena felt the rage inside of her wash away, as if sustaining it was pointless. As soon as the wind had filled her she felt her mind clear, the rage already dissipating. After Tyrus explained his reasons she simply couldn’t stay mad. While she had no way to empathize with thousands of years of darkness, she was still able to understand his desperation. If she had been in his place she doubted she would have done differently. Wait, this isn’t how I normally act. My grandfather used to tell me that I would stay angry for days, even when I knew I was in the wrong. I still think he’s wrong about that, but I know I don’t normally calm down this quickly. Could the wind be causing this also? She thought. It’s always given me the feeling that I could handle anything, so maybe that includes my emotions too?
Their conversation had ended there, with Sarena deep in thought for the rest of the day. She hadn’t completely forgiven Tyrus, even though she knew it wasn’t entirely his fault. The prince had been disgusting, she had to admit. He actually thought she would sleep with him just because her father said so. The more I think about it the angrier I get. I’m starting to think Tyrus did the right thing by killing that pompous idiot. If the world needed him to save it, we are probably better off being destroyed. Not that I believe in that stupid prophecy to begin with. Demons are nothing more than a myth.
Eventually Sarena felt there was nothing more that she could do by staying in the camp she had made. There was enough food in her pack for at least two weeks if she rationed well, and with her newest creation of a skin to hold water, she felt she was ready to move on. Confidence was flowing through her now that she was able to use Tyrus’ power herself, and he had said he was back to full strength again. They had found out that her use of the wind element barely pulled at him at all, but in return she couldn’t seem to use it for anything else. It was only good for enhancing herself, the same as Tyrus, but much more focused as far as what it enhanced. She tired out just as quickly when she used it, and her healing rate was still normal, but the speed and reaction it gave her far surpassed anything Tyrus could give her.
Packing up her tent and supplies, Sarena and Tyrus set out to head deeper into the woods, using the raw power from Tyrus to travel quickly without tiring. Carrying everything at once was a huge strain on her body, but she could feel herself growing stronger rapidly as they traveled. According to Tyrus he was able to maintain that indefinitely since his power healed the stress on her body faster than it accumulated, but she would still need to sleep since her mind would become exhausted like normal. His knowledge about magic seemed endless until Sarena asked him about anything besides his own power.
“Everything I know comes from my own power. My element is magic itself. With that comes an instinctual knowledge of how to use it, but I know basically nothing about the other elements aside
“This is entirely your fault!” She yelled. “I can’t believe I forgot about that until now! You killed the prince right in front of everyone, and you made it look like I did it! What in the seven hells were you thinking!” Without even realizing it Sarena had started to draw on the power from Tyrus, wind filling her body.
“I’m sorry! I truly am! I was barely awake at the time!” Tyrus said in a panic.
“So you just lash out at the first thing you see! What made you think that was a good idea!”
“I just wanted to protect you -”
“And look where that’s gotten us! I’m in the middle of the most dangerous forest in the world with nothing but the clothes on my back! I could have convinced my father to change his mind if you had just waited in your sheath like a normal sword!”
“But he was so evil! Even you wanted to kill him! I wouldn’t have done it otherwise!”
Sarena felt the rage inside of her wash away, as if sustaining it was pointless. As soon as the wind had filled her she felt her mind clear, the rage already dissipating. After Tyrus explained his reasons she simply couldn’t stay mad. While she had no way to empathize with thousands of years of darkness, she was still able to understand his desperation. If she had been in his place she doubted she would have done differently. Wait, this isn’t how I normally act. My grandfather used to tell me that I would stay angry for days, even when I knew I was in the wrong. I still think he’s wrong about that, but I know I don’t normally calm down this quickly. Could the wind be causing this also? She thought. It’s always given me the feeling that I could handle anything, so maybe that includes my emotions too?
Their conversation had ended there, with Sarena deep in thought for the rest of the day. She hadn’t completely forgiven Tyrus, even though she knew it wasn’t entirely his fault. The prince had been disgusting, she had to admit. He actually thought she would sleep with him just because her father said so. The more I think about it the angrier I get. I’m starting to think Tyrus did the right thing by killing that pompous idiot. If the world needed him to save it, we are probably better off being destroyed. Not that I believe in that stupid prophecy to begin with. Demons are nothing more than a myth.
Eventually Sarena felt there was nothing more that she could do by staying in the camp she had made. There was enough food in her pack for at least two weeks if she rationed well, and with her newest creation of a skin to hold water, she felt she was ready to move on. Confidence was flowing through her now that she was able to use Tyrus’ power herself, and he had said he was back to full strength again. They had found out that her use of the wind element barely pulled at him at all, but in return she couldn’t seem to use it for anything else. It was only good for enhancing herself, the same as Tyrus, but much more focused as far as what it enhanced. She tired out just as quickly when she used it, and her healing rate was still normal, but the speed and reaction it gave her far surpassed anything Tyrus could give her.
Packing up her tent and supplies, Sarena and Tyrus set out to head deeper into the woods, using the raw power from Tyrus to travel quickly without tiring. Carrying everything at once was a huge strain on her body, but she could feel herself growing stronger rapidly as they traveled. According to Tyrus he was able to maintain that indefinitely since his power healed the stress on her body faster than it accumulated, but she would still need to sleep since her mind would become exhausted like normal. His knowledge about magic seemed endless until Sarena asked him about anything besides his own power.
“Everything I know comes from my own power. My element is magic itself. With that comes an instinctual knowledge of how to use it, but I know basically nothing about the other elements aside
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