The secrets we keep..
A thunderous clap erupted, and winds swept in the office where the aging wizard had been trying to make sense of the latest spell. Papers fluttered and spilled into rupture that was slowly opening in the space of his office. The howl of the wind through a small opening resounded, and burst through his door and spilled into the halls of the tower of the domain he served. The scraping of hooves could be heard as he cursed beneath his breath. Silas struggled against the portal tearing itself into time itself. It dragged a reluctant Silas through its swelling maw. It yawned and consumed at least half of his research with it. A sudden, bracing cold enveloped him, a room full of gray erupted on the other side of the portal. He fell, and fell, and fell. He could see the portal begin to slowly close its maw. The portal had finished yawning, and it had to spit him out the other side.
The air rushed around him, and his hair whipped violently in the rush of movement. Silas kept falling, and panic began to set in. What if he had been dumped outside the walls of the castle from the height of the tower? He would be killed. The purple mage cast his eyes downward, it was then that the clouds broke and he saw a world of white. There was a large plain beneath him that wore a thick blanket of snow. Panic set in when he realized he was no longer in Muramir. At that moment he realized that he had accomplished interdimensional travel, but at the cost of losing his way home. The excitement he should have felt was quashed by the very real fear of bodily harm. He reached for his magic but it did not respond to him. The well inside of him was gone. The magician realized that he was in great danger, but he could do nothing about it.
Silas had never felt so helpless in his life, his heart raced wildly in his chest. It raced faster than he fell from the sky. There was another thunderous clap that erupted from the sky. It thrust the clouds apart, and if one looked up they would see the vanishing portal. Silas cast his a helpless gaze toward the closing portal. He pleaded with the heads poking out of the small space to help him. They could not, and so he fell until he collided with the frozen ground beneath the sky. Then there was only pain, and darkness.
Words: 426 | Notes: And here is Silas! Falling into Novus c: He should be able to be roused if Locke tries to do so >__> | Tags: @The air rushed around him, and his hair whipped violently in the rush of movement. Silas kept falling, and panic began to set in. What if he had been dumped outside the walls of the castle from the height of the tower? He would be killed. The purple mage cast his eyes downward, it was then that the clouds broke and he saw a world of white. There was a large plain beneath him that wore a thick blanket of snow. Panic set in when he realized he was no longer in Muramir. At that moment he realized that he had accomplished interdimensional travel, but at the cost of losing his way home. The excitement he should have felt was quashed by the very real fear of bodily harm. He reached for his magic but it did not respond to him. The well inside of him was gone. The magician realized that he was in great danger, but he could do nothing about it.
Silas had never felt so helpless in his life, his heart raced wildly in his chest. It raced faster than he fell from the sky. There was another thunderous clap that erupted from the sky. It thrust the clouds apart, and if one looked up they would see the vanishing portal. Silas cast his a helpless gaze toward the closing portal. He pleaded with the heads poking out of the small space to help him. They could not, and so he fell until he collided with the frozen ground beneath the sky. Then there was only pain, and darkness.
... The lives we lead
