The Darkest Hour.
'Journal Entry for 1/17. Location-- an inn at the outskirts of Dune. Time-- just past sundown.
I knew it would not do to raise Ember alone, only in the company of a wayward merchant and a flighty little Rune dragon. She needed another of her kind-- an adult, if the gods allowed, one who could properly teach the fawn how to survive and how to be a proper Elkrin, but another fawn would do well. Anything to help get rid of that lonely look in her eyes. I stayed in Alabaster City only long enough for Ember to grow strong enough for travel; once she was, we took off along with the other merchants. She seemed, to my relief, unfazed by the move; if anything, Ember was quite excited by all the new places! However, during all of our travels, we never encountered another of her kind. We heard rumors of some, oh yes; a doe that could purify water, a stag said to be nothing more than a sliver of moonlight flickering in the dense evening fog, but we never actually saw them. So we traveled on, setting up shop when we could and always keeping an ear open for any sign of these elusive creatures. Our current location is the small town of Dune, and Ember seems delighted by the place! The desert must be quite agreeable for a creature of fire, and Bonnibel seems to enjoy the candies they create here. As for I? Well, I like it enough; though I am not all that fond of the heat. I have heard the most interesting rumors, though; little glass sculptures of what appears to be an Elkrin, which the locals say holds the power of the sun and runs like a ray of light over the sands, a creature that never tires and never loses heart, no matter how hopeless a situation may seem.'
-Marcy.
Marcy gave a low sigh, pushing the journal towards the back of the table so the ink could dry. At least she hadn't smeared too much this time, she'd learned that writing by day was about the worst mistake she could make; her last few entries were almost totally illegible from how badly her hand had been sweating. It was still hot even when the sun was down, but it was a more... tolerable heat. Barely. The merchant supposed some of her problems had to do with her heritage; after all, the northern tundras weren't well known for their warmth. She was used to being covered head to foot in furs and thick clothes, not the airy robes that were common out here in the desert; used to the bitter sting of cold and a dull grey bowl of sky lined by trees, not blistering heat and a blue (or deep, sparkling indigo as it was now) expanse that stretched out forever.
"At least you two are enjoying it," she said with a slight smile, looking at her companions. Bonnibel, a Rune dragon she had come across several months ago, gave a happy chirp-- well, tried to anyway, the sound was mostly muffled by a mouthful of chocolate-covered crickets. A slight movement (light, something gold or red or brown?) in the corner of Marcy's eye drew her attention to the window, however, where she saw Ember. The ruddy fawn was standing with her nose just touching the glass, staring out at the gleaming desert sands and occasionally giving a tiny whimper.
"Something wrong?" Marcy asked, getting to her feet and kneeling down beside the little Elkrin, a worried frown on her face. She reached out and lightly patted Ember's head, hoping it might calm her; but instead, the fawn cried out and reared at Marcy's touch, stumbling backwards a few steps and nearly falling onto Bonnibel. The dragon screeched and fluttered away just in time, perching on Marcy's shoulder and watching Ember's actions with wide eyes. The fawn started to pace about the room, still whimpering and going back to the window, occasionally rearing back and tapping her little hooves on the glass.
"Stop that!" Marcy said in a sharp tone, she did not want to have to pay to replace a window! Ember darted away and began pawing at the door instead, a wild look to her eyes.
"Alright, you want out? That's all?" she asked, shaking her head. "Alright, come on then, we can ta--" Marcy's voice died when Ember squeezed through the door, taking off as fast as her little legs would carry her. "No... no, no, get back here!" Marcy shouted, almost tripping over her own feet as she ran off after Ember, not even lingering long enough to grab her shoes; a choice she regretted once she was out of Dune's boundaries and trying to run barefoot on the still-warm sand.
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The waning sliver of moon had risen high and fallen below the horizon, which was now streaked with the first pale yellow rays of dawn. Marcy's robe was soaked through with sweat and her pale face was flushed a deep red, her run had slowed to a walk sometime around midnight, and it was now little more than a crawl. Even though there was little more than a faint breeze, the shifting sands had nearly erased any of Ember's tracks. All Marcy could see were faint impressions, and those could have been made by anything. Or made by nothing at all. It was only now that she thought that she might have to be afraid. Dune was far, far out of sight, and she couldn't even begin to imagine how to go back. Her own tracks were long gone, and she had changed direction so many times she couldn't simply turn around and go back. She had no water, no shoes, no food, no shelter or anything and now the sun was coming up. Could she even survive a day in the desert? Could Ember survive, she was just a baby! She shivered despite the worsening heat, the thought of Ember alone... at least Bonnibel was still in town (unless the Rune had taken off as well, a thought that sent another chill through her overheated body). Who knew where Ember was, if she was safe or had anything to eat, or could drink.
And why had she run off in the first place?
That thought burned in Marcy's mind as she kept walking (the alternative, sitting and just baking in the sun, was unthinkable). The fawn had such a longing look, so intense and focused. Had she seen something out there on the sand? Had...
It had grown too hot to think. She could barely even swallow, her as tongue raspy as sandpaper and sticking to the roof of her mouth. Her skin stung, and when she could bear to look at it, she could see it had grown cherry red and even blistered on the back of her hands. She needed shelter. She needed water, she needed to know Ember and Bonnibel were safe, she needed the--
Marcy stopped and stared up at the sky. Somewhere during her half-mad stagger across the desert, it had become night.
A very bright night, there was... something on the horizon. Or was it another hallucination?
No, it was real, or at least it seemed real. It didn't flicker in and out of her vision, and it seemed to be coming closer. Marcy squinted, shielding her eyes to try and get a better look at it; and when she realized what it was, she fell to her knees.
It was the Elkrin the Dune residents had spoken of. A cream and brown doe with luminous orange and cinnamon markings, eyes like molten copper, galloping over the sand faster than the wind. Marcy whimpered, tears pooling in her dry eyes and running down her burned cheeks, but the pain didn't register to her. Perhaps this was what Ember had seen last night, a glimpse of this doe; a hope that she wasn't alone in the world. She had run off to find her, perhaps to make a friend, and instead gotten herself lost and would never get to see her, it wasn't fair!
Marcy's sobs were strangely quiet in the still night air, perhaps she just lacked the energy to properly cry; quiet enough that she could hear the soft, whispery sound of shifting sand. She grew quiet and looked up, her pale blue eyes meeting the shining copper of the doe, who was now standing above her.
"S-she... she just wanted to see you," the merchant rasped, closing her eyes and looking back to the desert ground. After a few moments, the doe lowered her head, gently touching her nose to the top of Marcy's head. For a moment-- just one fleeting second-- she felt something similar to when she had first met Bonnibel, a profound sense of peace and companionship, like she would never be alone again. They stood like that for several minutes, neither moving or making a sound, each just appreciating the presence of the other. It was the doe who finally raised her head, taking a step back and looking at Marcy with a serene gaze.
Though she heard no voice, the woman felt as if she knew just what the Elkrin was thinking.
"You have seen her. H-haven't you?"
The doe nodded, and to Marcy's astonishment, knelt down on her front legs.
"I... I've gotta get on, huh?"
Another nod.
Marcy stood up and walked to the doe, her legs trembling with every step. She gingerly pulled herself up onto the Elkrin, taking care not to accidentally pull too hard on her fur. Once the woman was seated, the doe sprang up and, undisturbed by her rider's shriek of surprise, took off across the sand. It was all Marcy could do to not fall off, she had never imagined anything could be this fast! It was an insult to even call this running, this was so much more! And the doe never seemed to tire, her pace never flagged even though she was carrying Marcy, she just ran on and on; until at last they reached a tiny oasis. It was nothing much, just a small pond underneath a large slab of stone protruding from the sand, but there was water and bits of grass and--
"Ember!" Marcy said, her cracked lips pulling into a wide grin. She tumbled off of the doe before she had even stopped and ran towards the fawn, hugging the little Elkrin tightly once she was there. "Ember, I'm so, so sorry I couldn't find you, I'm so glad you're okay," she whispered, a few stray tears falling into the fawn's fur. Ember gave a happy grunt, nuzzling Marcy's neck where the skin wasn't too raw.
"I can't thank you enough, either," the woman finally said, looking up at the shining doe with a weak smile.
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Three days after their arrival at the oasis, Marcy awoke from a sound sleep to find the doe gently nudging her with her head.
"W... whas' going on?" she said, frowning and rubbing the sleep from her eyes-- well, that was her intent, but the surge of pain from her sunburns was what really woke her up.
The doe nudged Marcy again, as if trying to make her stand up; and in a moment, the merchant understood.
"You... want us gone. Right," she sighed. She had been expecting this, even if she didn't like it. Ember had been so happy in spite of her ordeal, the fawn stuck to the doe like a little red shadow; and Marcy had just been happy to have a place to recover. After studying the stars, she had finally figured out which direction Dune would be in, and with any luck she'd be able to get there within twenty-four hours. "Thanks for helping, though. Really," she said, getting up and gently patting the doe's head.
"Come on Ember. Time to go, I'm sure Bonnibel's worried sick," the woman said, gently rousing the younger Elkrin from her sleep. The two took a quick drink from the pool before turning away from the outcropping, and together, they walked out into the open desert.
They had been walking for nearly an hour when Marcy heard that whispery swish of sand, a sound that didn't come from herself or Ember. She turned around, and nearly shouted when she saw the shining doe galloping towards them. Marcy felt a strange... hum in her mind as well, a sense of 'don't go without me!'
Marcy smiled, turning to face the doe and gently placing a hand on Ember's head to stop her from running off.
"You want to come along, don't you?" she asked softly. The doe nodded, touching her nose to the top of Marcy's head once again. So this was what Thorn had meant, to bond with one of these creatures? The woman smiled, and gave the doe a brief hug around the neck, while Ember pressed close to her side, like any fawn would with its mother. They broke apart a moment later, and the new trio made their way back to the city.
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'Journal Entry for 1/01. Location-- an inn at the outskirts of Dune. Time-- three PM.
My hands have healed enough to where I can write again! I'll record the full tale later, right now I want to focus on the most recent events.
The townspeople couldn't believe it, when I returned. This Elkrin had been a legend of theirs for over a hundred years, almost everyone thought she was nothing but a myth! She's regarded as a living embodiment of determination, all Emberfell-- that appears to be her type-- Elkrins are; after the first of their kind was said to have outrun the sun itself. The first couple of days were really rough-- I actually had to stay in the little clinic-hospital place they have, I was that burned and dehydrated. Ember seemed to do a little better, and she's been perfectly calm again ever since we got back.
The doe is doing well, too. She's very... serene, I guess. I think this... bond thing has let me get into her head a bit, because I've always got this feeling of being... regal. Like there is nothing on this earth, or in this universe, that can stop me from doing what I need to do, and I'm going to do it right.
I'm a little concerned though, about Ember, I thought she was supposed to imprint on me and that would be the bond! Can you be bonded to two Elkrin at once? Or is she meant for someone else? Well, I'm starting my journey home tomorrow, maybe Simon will know something; he's read up a lot on Eldamore's history and creatures.
Oh, and I think I've finally found a name for the doe. I've spent most of my free time trying to see what she likes, but she's rejected all of them until I told her a word I picked up... oh, ages ago, I barely remember where. I always thought it sounded nice, and I think it was supposed to mean 'desert spring' (because she brought me to the oasis, eh? ... oh shut up, it's still a nice name).
Sihaya.