Username: Kyar
Kalon name: Maharr
Discovered Place:
On the edge of the land, where the mists fell deepest, dim eyes set firmly on an old hollowed stump. Decaying bark peeled away in thick curled fingers, clutching at the icy air, the ever-thickening fog. A large swath of dampened rot had spattered to the ground below, leaving a gaping entrance to the tree's empty heart. Once, there had been life. He tried to remember this as shaky hands spilled the elixir into the tree's core.
Never in a lifetime had he seen a clear sun. Haze, fog, darkness, the smell of rot. This land was dying, vampires sucking the very breath from the earth. Whatever blood ran through soil ran dry. Trees gasped and rotted, crops grew to a pitiful harvest, and that was simply how it was. To leave? They said it impossible. The last of the elixir draining into the cracks, he hoped so desperately they were wrong.
Hands gripped soggy wooden flesh as he pulled himself up, fog writhing around him now, pulling at his lungs, his very being like it knew, like it wouldn't let him go. And as he jumped, the rotted base of the stump broke away--and he fell.
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First, he felt cold. Icy moisture against his face. The scattered rot so damp it felt almost soft. And then, slowly, a burn began to sear at his back. Face pressed down, above him it was like a flame descending. He let out one last shaky breath, knowing it was over. And then, he opened his eyes.
Green. Bright, dew-coated leaves of green, lush grass. Burning tongues of sunlight falling over him. His nose turned down, straight down to the earth. A flooding breath of rich soil. Fists clenched tightly, filled with the living earth, and how quickly the tears came. It worked.
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