Post by Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro) on Jan 2, 2014 3:06:24 GMT -8
3076.01.20 | very early morning (long before dawn)
Soft. Not hard.
A voice spoke, but the words had no meaning, save one.
Nalkeldar, Nalkeldar! Nalkeldar was important, and in danger, and…
A touch. Slight pressure on the shoulder.
Now, someone does this, you have to…
The voice was insistent, and growing more so. Twisting, he started the blow, only to strike air.
“Easy. Easy, you’re ok.”
He blinked. Once, twice. Light, the room was lit. A calm steadying light, not like that raging inferno…
“The child…” his voice was hoarse, a rasp. He remembered swooping down. Remembered trying to reach the child. What had a child been doing, out there alone? His thoughts slithered to a halt. He didn’t remember why he’d been out there.
“Somewhere, I had to get…”
“You made it. You’re at Rainbow Mists, K’rad.”
K’rad. That was the name. Someone, a group of someones, had… That made no sense. How could someone have told him to use his name, but that wasn’t right either, he was Kelradek, or Kel.