Post by seliph on May 12, 2009 4:48:58 GMT -5
"You go put the ox up."
The words echoed in Cal's ears it seemed. Little did he know that was the last he'd hear from anyone in his family.
Cal held the reigns of the ox loosely, ready for rest and some food the ox had no interest in fighting the bit.
In the pen now, off came the reigns, the ox grunted in approval, ignoring Cal it moved towards it's empty trough expectantly. A rumble in Cal's stomach seemed to agree.
As Cal moved towards the bag of oats, he heard a shout come from his families cottage. Loud at first followed by a gurgling noise and a horrible crunch he stopped in his tracks.
The wooden windows cracked and fluttered as an object was thrown out of them. Cal could briefly saw a monstrous figure as the wind seemed to pick up and push the window shut. The object rolled to a stop on the ground a few yards ahead.
Aghast, Cal's strength left him, the eyes of his father stared back at him. The wind picked up again, nearly pushing him over.
A voice in his head or perhaps the wind itself seemed to say, "Run."
Through the field Cal fled, no thought of stopping in his mind, the wind seemed to push him on.
He was nearly to Baldur's when the wind seemed to relent, he stumbled and fell sloppily forward, landing in a half stoop before the shrine of Chauntea.
Hardly noticing his surroundings, he looked back for the first time. Far off in the distance he could see smoke, more then just a chimney fire indeed.
// more to come \\
The words echoed in Cal's ears it seemed. Little did he know that was the last he'd hear from anyone in his family.
Cal held the reigns of the ox loosely, ready for rest and some food the ox had no interest in fighting the bit.
In the pen now, off came the reigns, the ox grunted in approval, ignoring Cal it moved towards it's empty trough expectantly. A rumble in Cal's stomach seemed to agree.
As Cal moved towards the bag of oats, he heard a shout come from his families cottage. Loud at first followed by a gurgling noise and a horrible crunch he stopped in his tracks.
The wooden windows cracked and fluttered as an object was thrown out of them. Cal could briefly saw a monstrous figure as the wind seemed to pick up and push the window shut. The object rolled to a stop on the ground a few yards ahead.
Aghast, Cal's strength left him, the eyes of his father stared back at him. The wind picked up again, nearly pushing him over.
A voice in his head or perhaps the wind itself seemed to say, "Run."
Through the field Cal fled, no thought of stopping in his mind, the wind seemed to push him on.
He was nearly to Baldur's when the wind seemed to relent, he stumbled and fell sloppily forward, landing in a half stoop before the shrine of Chauntea.
Hardly noticing his surroundings, he looked back for the first time. Far off in the distance he could see smoke, more then just a chimney fire indeed.
// more to come \\