Post by Jaske on Nov 11, 2005 16:42:29 GMT -5
A light breeze rose over the hills north of Caemlyn, and causes Jaske's long coat to whip up as it beat against his back. He shivered slightly, although not from the cold.
Jaske's life had been anything but pleasant in the past year or so. First, he had discovered he could channel. That had almost driven him mad alone, but he was able to hide it and bring himself under control.
Then, he soon heard of the Black Tower. He had visited there, where there were others who could channel. He had begun learning, only to strongly disagree with always channeling when he himself had tried to bury it for so long. He had excused himself, only leaving a note for his superiors to find. Jaske wasn't sure what they would do; if they would send someone after him or what, but since then he had been riding back north to his family's small estates.
When he entered the Braem Wood, the wind died down noticeable. Jaske pulled off his coat and laid it across the saddle in front of him. His horse, a middle aged mare named Sunrider, snorted. Jaske knew she felt better inside the woods, too. She, as well as he, recognized the area; they were only a few miles from home.
Cutting diagonally northwest through the woods, they soon came to the large clearing at the edge of the Wood, where the estates were. Row upon row of crops stretched to either side of the trail. On the other side would be a road; this was really the back-Jaske had just taken it to avoid company. He followed the tiny dirt path into the clearing, passing by the crops on either side, waving to the surprised servants working in the fields. Their homes were on either side of the clearing.
In the center stood the great estate itself. Surrounded by the remains of an old wall that, it had once been a border fort, but when whatever war it was built for ended, Jaske's great grandfather and his closest friends stayed. His grandfather had thus been the first of the family's noble line.
Jaske road up to the small gate in the wall. The two guardsmen standing there let him through immediately, not wanting to keep the son of their Lord waiting. There was commotion almost right away. Jaske's mother, rounded though she was, ran out to meet him. As a servant took the reins of Sunrider, Jaske jumped down and embraced his mother. Her and his father were the only ones that knew Jaske could channel. The rest might know soon, now that this Black Tower existed, but more the moment, only they knew.
After answering his mother's curious questions-what had happened? Was he ok? Was there any trouble?-he let go and gazed around the small courtyard. Everyone there liked him. Unlike many Lord's sons, he had been raised to be kind to his people; even working along side them of occasion. It was a trait the Queen would probably like, his parents said. You would gain high standing, they said, but Jaske was content with running the small estates.
It was then that Jaske noticed an thin old man. He leaned over a cane, both hands resting on it, his cloak with the emblem of their House embroidered across it. Jaske's father. He walked up to him, and his father clasped him on the back with one frail hand. "I'm glad you've returned, son," he said wryly. "If you hadn't, why, your mother would have been running everything-not that she did a bad job." His mother blushed slightly at that.
"Thank you father," Jaske said, loud enough for everyone nearby to hear. "I will return to my duties immediately, but for now I need rest." With a few more hellos and questions, Jaske finally found himself at the dining table; unable to convince his mom that he didn't need a meal right that minute.
After a lavish dinner of smoked ham with corn and bread on the side, all washed down with a glass of wine, Jaske was finally able to pry himself away from the table and go to his rooms, where shortly after removing his coat and laying down, he fell fast asleep.
His dreams were not of happiness. He dreamed of his sister. Somehow she had become powerful. She held distaste with him, and all-seeing eyes around her, who Jaske somehow knew to be her friends, also did. But why? Jaske's family had always been close-knit.
Then he say darkness on one side, attempting to envelop him, and on the other, a white, but tinted light threating him.
He awoke, sweat soaking his small clothes. He had heard of people predicting things from dreams, but these could not be real. He rolled over and sunk his head into a pillow. He would need sleep to make the necessary decisions in the future. A lot of sleep...
Jaske's life had been anything but pleasant in the past year or so. First, he had discovered he could channel. That had almost driven him mad alone, but he was able to hide it and bring himself under control.
Then, he soon heard of the Black Tower. He had visited there, where there were others who could channel. He had begun learning, only to strongly disagree with always channeling when he himself had tried to bury it for so long. He had excused himself, only leaving a note for his superiors to find. Jaske wasn't sure what they would do; if they would send someone after him or what, but since then he had been riding back north to his family's small estates.
When he entered the Braem Wood, the wind died down noticeable. Jaske pulled off his coat and laid it across the saddle in front of him. His horse, a middle aged mare named Sunrider, snorted. Jaske knew she felt better inside the woods, too. She, as well as he, recognized the area; they were only a few miles from home.
Cutting diagonally northwest through the woods, they soon came to the large clearing at the edge of the Wood, where the estates were. Row upon row of crops stretched to either side of the trail. On the other side would be a road; this was really the back-Jaske had just taken it to avoid company. He followed the tiny dirt path into the clearing, passing by the crops on either side, waving to the surprised servants working in the fields. Their homes were on either side of the clearing.
In the center stood the great estate itself. Surrounded by the remains of an old wall that, it had once been a border fort, but when whatever war it was built for ended, Jaske's great grandfather and his closest friends stayed. His grandfather had thus been the first of the family's noble line.
Jaske road up to the small gate in the wall. The two guardsmen standing there let him through immediately, not wanting to keep the son of their Lord waiting. There was commotion almost right away. Jaske's mother, rounded though she was, ran out to meet him. As a servant took the reins of Sunrider, Jaske jumped down and embraced his mother. Her and his father were the only ones that knew Jaske could channel. The rest might know soon, now that this Black Tower existed, but more the moment, only they knew.
After answering his mother's curious questions-what had happened? Was he ok? Was there any trouble?-he let go and gazed around the small courtyard. Everyone there liked him. Unlike many Lord's sons, he had been raised to be kind to his people; even working along side them of occasion. It was a trait the Queen would probably like, his parents said. You would gain high standing, they said, but Jaske was content with running the small estates.
It was then that Jaske noticed an thin old man. He leaned over a cane, both hands resting on it, his cloak with the emblem of their House embroidered across it. Jaske's father. He walked up to him, and his father clasped him on the back with one frail hand. "I'm glad you've returned, son," he said wryly. "If you hadn't, why, your mother would have been running everything-not that she did a bad job." His mother blushed slightly at that.
"Thank you father," Jaske said, loud enough for everyone nearby to hear. "I will return to my duties immediately, but for now I need rest." With a few more hellos and questions, Jaske finally found himself at the dining table; unable to convince his mom that he didn't need a meal right that minute.
After a lavish dinner of smoked ham with corn and bread on the side, all washed down with a glass of wine, Jaske was finally able to pry himself away from the table and go to his rooms, where shortly after removing his coat and laying down, he fell fast asleep.
His dreams were not of happiness. He dreamed of his sister. Somehow she had become powerful. She held distaste with him, and all-seeing eyes around her, who Jaske somehow knew to be her friends, also did. But why? Jaske's family had always been close-knit.
Then he say darkness on one side, attempting to envelop him, and on the other, a white, but tinted light threating him.
He awoke, sweat soaking his small clothes. He had heard of people predicting things from dreams, but these could not be real. He rolled over and sunk his head into a pillow. He would need sleep to make the necessary decisions in the future. A lot of sleep...