How can I put into words what transpired the night that Jayden died? Or rather, the night that he didn’t die. It all seems like a faint memory, something that lingers in the fog at the edges of my mind. If it weren’t for Khale being there with me, I wouldn’t have believed that i had happened at all.
It was a night like any other, since Dane and Khale brought Jayden home, bruised and battered. We had plans to go out that night for once, visit some of the shops in the city, get some dinner. Something we hadn’t done in quite some time. But first, we needed to check on Jayden. His health had been steadily slipping, his body’s functions shutting down and seeming to wane with each passing sun.
I followed Khale into Jayden’s bedchamber, and we knelt beside the bed, praying to the Twelve for his swift recovery. Rather, I prayed. Khale railed against the Twelve, questioning their divinity and whether they were really there at all. I do not fault him for this. Twelve knows I have been at this point plenty of times in my short life.
This time, however, instead of the presence of the divine, there was the stench of death, a flicker of lights, and the breath left Jayden’s chest, in a puff of cool air, like the chill from the grave. It is times like these that I wish I could Heal again, and in my selfish need, I called upon what magicks I could, pulling aether into the room, but unable to channel it into Jayden’s body to heal him as I would have liked.
In a flash, there was light, and the pressence of a woman. She floated above the bed where Jayden lay, and although she hadn’t spoken yet, I knew who she was on sight. It was Ady, Khale’s first love….I daresay I was worried that she was there to take Khale from me as well. But her face held a soft benevolence, and when she spoke, I knew that she was not there for a nefarious purpose.
No, Ady informed us that Jayden had been cursed by whomever had him before we found him, and that the only way to sever the ties were for his death. And although I could not heal him, the aether I had called into the room caused Ady to manifest and save his soul from re-entering the lifestream. There was such a sense of warmth and love that came from her…it brought tears to my eyes. That she was able to give Khale back this one thing before vanishing with the eve…I will never forget.
Khale and I woke the following morn, in our beds, and as we blinked in the light, we both questioned what had actually happened. But no, there was Jayden, alive and well, or well enough given the circumstances. Each sun he recovers more and more, although there seems to be some gaps in his memories. It is to be understood given what he appeared to have been through.
I do not know what will become of us yet. Perhaps Jayden will be able to help us piece it all together. Perhaps not. All we can do is wait some more.Â
It was a night like any other, since Dane and Khale brought Jayden home, bruised and battered. We had plans to go out that night for once, visit some of the shops in the city, get some dinner. Something we hadn’t done in quite some time. But first, we needed to check on Jayden. His health had been steadily slipping, his body’s functions shutting down and seeming to wane with each passing sun.
I followed Khale into Jayden’s bedchamber, and we knelt beside the bed, praying to the Twelve for his swift recovery. Rather, I prayed. Khale railed against the Twelve, questioning their divinity and whether they were really there at all. I do not fault him for this. Twelve knows I have been at this point plenty of times in my short life.
This time, however, instead of the presence of the divine, there was the stench of death, a flicker of lights, and the breath left Jayden’s chest, in a puff of cool air, like the chill from the grave. It is times like these that I wish I could Heal again, and in my selfish need, I called upon what magicks I could, pulling aether into the room, but unable to channel it into Jayden’s body to heal him as I would have liked.
In a flash, there was light, and the pressence of a woman. She floated above the bed where Jayden lay, and although she hadn’t spoken yet, I knew who she was on sight. It was Ady, Khale’s first love….I daresay I was worried that she was there to take Khale from me as well. But her face held a soft benevolence, and when she spoke, I knew that she was not there for a nefarious purpose.
No, Ady informed us that Jayden had been cursed by whomever had him before we found him, and that the only way to sever the ties were for his death. And although I could not heal him, the aether I had called into the room caused Ady to manifest and save his soul from re-entering the lifestream. There was such a sense of warmth and love that came from her…it brought tears to my eyes. That she was able to give Khale back this one thing before vanishing with the eve…I will never forget.
Khale and I woke the following morn, in our beds, and as we blinked in the light, we both questioned what had actually happened. But no, there was Jayden, alive and well, or well enough given the circumstances. Each sun he recovers more and more, although there seems to be some gaps in his memories. It is to be understood given what he appeared to have been through.
I do not know what will become of us yet. Perhaps Jayden will be able to help us piece it all together. Perhaps not. All we can do is wait some more.Â
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