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7 Getaway (2)
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Foundling 1 Time at the School Before Betrayal (Follow up from Chap 26)
“How old are your sisters?” Tick asked.“My guess would be older than a second or third year,” said Giesle.“Yes, but they began looking for perspective husbands around the time of some of the third or fourth years.”“But that goes to Tick’s point about there being more of them than us. If there are more girls than boys that would narrow the field and make competition all the more fierce.”“Competition for what?” replied Hunter.“To breeeeeed.”“Huh.”“Some believe, Hunter, that Magi are trying to control the bloodlines so that they can control those who have power. Much as the aristocracy keep the bloodlines pure and uncontaminated by the tincture of the common man,” Giesle explained,“Why?”“Why do people believe such things of us or why do people believe in the value of blood? I have no answer for either.” said Giesle, unsure what direction to take such a question. However, his indecision was all that was needed for Tick to take up the cause.“Because people always resent those wit
Foundling (3)
From the delirium of pain that was inside his skull, Poe felt himself grabbed by a force he could not resist and lifted from the rubble and scree of rock that was his tomb. His shield failed him and he was the mercy of Hunter, who he saw Hunter as a specter within shadow standing atop a pile of blasted stone, arms akimbo and a writing sheath of darkness surrounding him with a thin filament of light at the outer edges of the darkness and a slim band of light surrounding him within the darkness.His voice was s menacing and mocking. “I will let you live this day Master Poe, but do not follow or try to stop me ever again or not only your life, but your soul will feed my need.”The blade that Poe had used drifted over to Hunter who reached out a hand to accept it. “I’ll be needing this.” And though he could not see it he sensed the smile sinister in Hunter’s voice when he said, “There are a few of my belongings I need to retrieve,”Hunter released him then and he fell, striking his head a
Foundling (2)
He felt the emotions began to well up in him again, blunting his concentration. He felt again the isolation at being so profoundly different from those around him that he could not completely share his feelings. He felt the deep longing to connect with others, only to be spurned and feared for a potential that he could not see within himself and a secret that he could share with no one. They tugged at him as the barrier tugged at him. It was only then that Hunter understood. He felt of glimpse of it through the links that connected him to Hunter, felt it more as a keening than anything else. He felt Poe’s fear. H realized that these emotions and feelings were not his, they were a mantle of thought being raised in him by Poe--to distract and deceive. They were to make him forget that he was fighting fro his life and needed to escape quickly. It was an artful move Poe had made to turn Hunter’s own errant thoughts, to replace emotion with decisive thought and action. Hunter needed to fi
Foundling Alternate Ending (1)
And from those glimpses of possibilities he saw a use for the play of darkness and light that enveloped him like a shroud. He sent it forth as a twined shaft of coiled forces. Poe reached forth a hand as if to stop it, but helix struck Poe full in the chest knocking him backward but not off his feet. Slowly the sword came up and began to glow golden, then silver. It began to cleave shadow and light, separating them into their respective parts, as they went to either side of Poe.Hunter began to understand what it meant to shape shadow and light to a purpose, of channeling emotions as a material force. The dark force was his pain and the light was his fiery anger that he used as a weapon against Poe, but what was the cold sapping force that took from matter it’s life? What power did he tap when using that ability?Though Poe had split the force rushing at him, it was not enough. The darkness and light began to turn, separating into flowing tendrils that reached for Poe. He raised a shi
Foundling 7 Getaway (7)
Hunter felt a strange constriction in his chest and flashes of heat and cold. It was disorienting, distracting. It was a side effect engendered by the overwhelming emotions coming at him as the group of searchers rushed to converge on them. The emotional baggage became more concentrated, the pressure building. His body, riddled with competing feelings, felt like foam being tossed from the surge of two waves crashing together. Something else he had to deal with.Slish!Clank!Clank!Clink!CLANG!Hunter scrambled to parry the slash from Master Margarete and was thrown off-balance. Footwork skewed, he could not fully avoid the riposting strike that sliced through robe to open flesh. Blood gushed to drench cloth, but none fell to the ground.From the Abyss, eyes shrouded in fire swelled, and a scream exploded from Hunter, rattling the chamber. Dust rose from the floor, and pebbles fell from the ceiling. All three flashes were blown away. When they came to rest, Margarete, revealed to be
Foundling 7 Chapter (7)
Hunter extended his demense as far as he could, deepening his connection to all, to the heat of things, the emotions of the people within its purview. The roil of ki, with no Wardens to dam that flow, churned from the power of those emotions. His heart pounded, breath naked, a prickly sensation suffused his skin and lifted him on his toes. The hair at the knap of his neck stiffened, and it felt as if his locs were standing on end.After that first exhilarating rush, he calmed, even as the inflowing force filled him. It was as if a waterfall had become uncorked and fell to expand the bottomless depths of the lake beneath. Senses enlivened and enhanced, he was better able to track the movements of Master Poe and Master Margarete. What had at first been flashes, flitting ribbons of yellow and red light, slowed. No longer a blink between here and there, a crescendo of clashing blades, their movements became something Hunter could follow and anticipate, rather than react to. He realized
Foundling Capture (2)
He smelled them before he came upon them. Clustered, marbled scents packed together. He could parse some scents from the herd but not all. Hunter used his remaining ki to give the mirage substance and texture as he had before and sent it forth like a bird on wing. Only this bird’s wings grew and sw
Foundling Book Two: Flight (1)
In the hall, amidst the revelry, amongst friends who had become family, Hunter felt a stabbing pain in his head that bent him double. The acuteness of the pain disordered his senses, fractured them like a shattered pane of glass. He clenched his teeth and forced down the remains of breakfast and th
Foundling 26 Friends (3)
Not resisting, Hunter was moved deeper into the water father away from his friends and a little to the left of hers until the water was up to his chest. From one step to the nest his head went from the surface to falling beneath the warm dark of the lake where nothing could be seen. Water filled hi
Foundling 26 Friends (1)
“Hey, wake up.” He heard the words through the fog of sleep but did not want to wake up. Sleep was far more comfort than the lonely, isolated wakefulness he saw stretched before him. But he could not run or evade the truth, so, reluctantly, he rolled to his back and opened his eyes to a
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