Post by keats on Mar 28, 2006 21:53:28 GMT -5
"Awaken, my child. You are among friends."
"Gurgh....blegrgll" I remember the taste of musty earth in my mouth. Although the taste of it was not the most alarming. The hideous part was the fact that my mouth was indeed full of musty earth. Panicking, I remember sitting bolt-upright and using every ounce of will power to force the dirt from my mouth. Ignoring the disturbing creaking of my bones and the insufferable pain in my head I managed to lurch out the last chunks, leaving a layer of muck in my mouth.
A hand on my shoulder steadied my shuddering form. "Be at peace, child. You are among friends" The voice was soft, yet strained. Unable to form words in my head, I remember glancing at the hand on my shoulder and registering fear as it was mostly bone with small areas of flesh. I brought my hand up to slap it off my shoulder and was taken back by a similar sight. I stumbled off the table and was backing towards a corner when I felt something...something I cannot explain. It was an embrace of sorts, but nothing was touching me that I could see. My hands were in front of my face and revulsion filled my heart as a stocky person was slowly making his way towards me hands outstretched in a calming posture. That feeling again, stronger this time. It was like a warm blanket on a windy day and I could smell rain.
The hands came closer, "My dear, my dear. I will not harm you. I am your servant and want only to help." Shaking my head, bringing more pain, I tried to close my eyes and wish it all a dream. I could not block my sight. My eyes would not close. The blanket wrapped tighter around me and...I think...I felt a breeze, laced with a fine mist was whipping at my hair, yet the candles in the dank room were still. I light humming entered my head and...for a moment...I heard words on the wind.
The feel of the person's hand on me again snapped me back into reality. "You are alright...I need to explain. You need to know what has happened." Trying to resist his advance I remember backing into a wall and freezing rigid with the last glimmer of escape leaving my mind. "You are safe and surrounded by....ones....yourself...........we...to help........" His voice was fading. Yet his lips, still moving, uttered no sound. It was replaced by a constant thrum of an autumn breeze, and the feel of misty rain on my face. The breeze was hugging me close like a blanket. I was begining to calm down and the person's voice was replaced by a deeper, more confident tone. It spoke to me as a caring grandmother soothes a struggling infant.
"Let the confort and safety of my will stay your heart and free your mind. I have come in this time of transition to aid you. Be still and I will explain." I do remember resisting a little at the confusion. But I was immediately calmed by the voice. I relaxed and felt myself letting my guard down. "Do you know your name, little one?"
For moments, I stared at the man in the room, still speaking at me as though I could hear him. It then dawned on me that the voice had asked me my name. I never spoke. But my voice, a little different, but still mine said "Dandra Keatson." It was as though I said the name of someone else, someone I might have known a long time ago.
There was a long pause then, "A strong name, fitting a strong woman of Lordaeron. But you are but a shadow of that woman now. As such you are bestowed the name Keats. And so named you are welcomed into my will."
"My name is Keats," I heard myself utter. "Keats." The man stopped talking at me and raised, well tried to raise an eyebrow.
"What did you say dear?" He barely noticed that I was no longer shivering and scared. "You remember your name? Odd." He began to look skeptical.
Shocked as I was to be talking to the man again I remainded composed enough to ask his name.
"Argius, they call me. I am the summoner." He stood taller at that exclamation. He was indeed very proud of this title. he began to speak again... "It is my .... help ease .... of the Forsaken..."
This time I was expecting it. "Keats. You are a unique individual with talent and soul. I need you."
The voice needs me. At the time I thought that was so very strange a thing for it to say. But looking back now, I seemed to accept the ever present breeze lapping at the tatters of my clothes, the mist tingling my face, and the disembodied voice humming in my head.
That is when the Skyfather made his identity known to me and explained my role in the future of this realm. Patiently I listened and learned about the turn my life had taken, bringing me to this state. The Scourge, Lady Sylvannas, The Lich King...the stories were fantastic and horrible. But the reawakening was explained to be a very harrowing and disturbing event. It was the duty of Argius to help ease the newly awakened Forsaken into the harsh reality of their being. Later in conversation with Argius I was able to convey the events as I remembered them. He remembers them vividly as I was very calm after my initial burst of fear. He said it was almost as if I was held in a trance and soothed. I never mentioned the experience. I told him it was probably due to his caring nature, kissed him on the cheek and changed the subject.
The days following my awakening were spent becoming accustomed to my new form and budding abilities. Occasionally the voice returned, accompanied by the ever present misty breeze. More and more I realized that I had a great purpose to fill for the Skyfather. Under his watchful gaze I grew in my healing talents. I was on my way to becoming a Cloud Priestess. With my skills and faith, I would root out the evils of this land and strike my enemies with precision and power. I was a Hammer in the hands of an Ancient God.
"Gurgh....blegrgll" I remember the taste of musty earth in my mouth. Although the taste of it was not the most alarming. The hideous part was the fact that my mouth was indeed full of musty earth. Panicking, I remember sitting bolt-upright and using every ounce of will power to force the dirt from my mouth. Ignoring the disturbing creaking of my bones and the insufferable pain in my head I managed to lurch out the last chunks, leaving a layer of muck in my mouth.
A hand on my shoulder steadied my shuddering form. "Be at peace, child. You are among friends" The voice was soft, yet strained. Unable to form words in my head, I remember glancing at the hand on my shoulder and registering fear as it was mostly bone with small areas of flesh. I brought my hand up to slap it off my shoulder and was taken back by a similar sight. I stumbled off the table and was backing towards a corner when I felt something...something I cannot explain. It was an embrace of sorts, but nothing was touching me that I could see. My hands were in front of my face and revulsion filled my heart as a stocky person was slowly making his way towards me hands outstretched in a calming posture. That feeling again, stronger this time. It was like a warm blanket on a windy day and I could smell rain.
The hands came closer, "My dear, my dear. I will not harm you. I am your servant and want only to help." Shaking my head, bringing more pain, I tried to close my eyes and wish it all a dream. I could not block my sight. My eyes would not close. The blanket wrapped tighter around me and...I think...I felt a breeze, laced with a fine mist was whipping at my hair, yet the candles in the dank room were still. I light humming entered my head and...for a moment...I heard words on the wind.
The feel of the person's hand on me again snapped me back into reality. "You are alright...I need to explain. You need to know what has happened." Trying to resist his advance I remember backing into a wall and freezing rigid with the last glimmer of escape leaving my mind. "You are safe and surrounded by....ones....yourself...........we...to help........" His voice was fading. Yet his lips, still moving, uttered no sound. It was replaced by a constant thrum of an autumn breeze, and the feel of misty rain on my face. The breeze was hugging me close like a blanket. I was begining to calm down and the person's voice was replaced by a deeper, more confident tone. It spoke to me as a caring grandmother soothes a struggling infant.
"Let the confort and safety of my will stay your heart and free your mind. I have come in this time of transition to aid you. Be still and I will explain." I do remember resisting a little at the confusion. But I was immediately calmed by the voice. I relaxed and felt myself letting my guard down. "Do you know your name, little one?"
For moments, I stared at the man in the room, still speaking at me as though I could hear him. It then dawned on me that the voice had asked me my name. I never spoke. But my voice, a little different, but still mine said "Dandra Keatson." It was as though I said the name of someone else, someone I might have known a long time ago.
There was a long pause then, "A strong name, fitting a strong woman of Lordaeron. But you are but a shadow of that woman now. As such you are bestowed the name Keats. And so named you are welcomed into my will."
"My name is Keats," I heard myself utter. "Keats." The man stopped talking at me and raised, well tried to raise an eyebrow.
"What did you say dear?" He barely noticed that I was no longer shivering and scared. "You remember your name? Odd." He began to look skeptical.
Shocked as I was to be talking to the man again I remainded composed enough to ask his name.
"Argius, they call me. I am the summoner." He stood taller at that exclamation. He was indeed very proud of this title. he began to speak again... "It is my .... help ease .... of the Forsaken..."
This time I was expecting it. "Keats. You are a unique individual with talent and soul. I need you."
The voice needs me. At the time I thought that was so very strange a thing for it to say. But looking back now, I seemed to accept the ever present breeze lapping at the tatters of my clothes, the mist tingling my face, and the disembodied voice humming in my head.
That is when the Skyfather made his identity known to me and explained my role in the future of this realm. Patiently I listened and learned about the turn my life had taken, bringing me to this state. The Scourge, Lady Sylvannas, The Lich King...the stories were fantastic and horrible. But the reawakening was explained to be a very harrowing and disturbing event. It was the duty of Argius to help ease the newly awakened Forsaken into the harsh reality of their being. Later in conversation with Argius I was able to convey the events as I remembered them. He remembers them vividly as I was very calm after my initial burst of fear. He said it was almost as if I was held in a trance and soothed. I never mentioned the experience. I told him it was probably due to his caring nature, kissed him on the cheek and changed the subject.
The days following my awakening were spent becoming accustomed to my new form and budding abilities. Occasionally the voice returned, accompanied by the ever present misty breeze. More and more I realized that I had a great purpose to fill for the Skyfather. Under his watchful gaze I grew in my healing talents. I was on my way to becoming a Cloud Priestess. With my skills and faith, I would root out the evils of this land and strike my enemies with precision and power. I was a Hammer in the hands of an Ancient God.