Cade didn’t like this. He was used to working with a team of men and women he knew and trusted. Men and women he’d trained with or trained himself. He was used to moving along terrain he’d studied for some time or he at least had some knowledge of where he is. They were going in blind and on top of that, something was wrong with him.
It hit him like a ton of brick when the Antivan spoke "Can you choose where and when it strikes, or is it haunting you?”
The lightening, he was somehow causing the lightening. Magic was his sister’s thing. Mer’s thing. He was blunt force. He was a weapon. He wasn’t a mage.
His hand traveled up, not touching the collar but thinking about what happened when he first woke up. Did he do that when he tried to pull at the lock? What the hell was going on here?
He was following Faelyn’s hand signals on instinct. Cade had grown up learning those sorts of things as part of his training as a prince and a warrior. There were still diplomatic things he had to do as a prince but the most use he’d ever gotten out of it were in situations like this one.
As focused as he was on solving the lightening mystery and paying attention to Faelyn that he didn’t notice the change in the dragonkin. It was his own fault. He choked on the cry as she sprung onto him and stumbled back and pushed her as hard as he could as blood gushed from his shoulder. He didn’t see what happened next as he fell onto the ground, losing blood and consciousness fast. The sound of the camp rousing the last thing in his ear and the thought that he couldn’t quite feel his arm the last thoughts before darkness.
tldr; Cade is piecing together the mystery of the lightening when Katriel attacks him while he’s distracted. He realizes the camp is waking up around them and that the arm that Katriel got the worst has completely lost any feeling but pain.
It hit him like a ton of brick when the Antivan spoke "Can you choose where and when it strikes, or is it haunting you?”
The lightening, he was somehow causing the lightening. Magic was his sister’s thing. Mer’s thing. He was blunt force. He was a weapon. He wasn’t a mage.
His hand traveled up, not touching the collar but thinking about what happened when he first woke up. Did he do that when he tried to pull at the lock? What the hell was going on here?
He was following Faelyn’s hand signals on instinct. Cade had grown up learning those sorts of things as part of his training as a prince and a warrior. There were still diplomatic things he had to do as a prince but the most use he’d ever gotten out of it were in situations like this one.
As focused as he was on solving the lightening mystery and paying attention to Faelyn that he didn’t notice the change in the dragonkin. It was his own fault. He choked on the cry as she sprung onto him and stumbled back and pushed her as hard as he could as blood gushed from his shoulder. He didn’t see what happened next as he fell onto the ground, losing blood and consciousness fast. The sound of the camp rousing the last thing in his ear and the thought that he couldn’t quite feel his arm the last thoughts before darkness.
tldr; Cade is piecing together the mystery of the lightening when Katriel attacks him while he’s distracted. He realizes the camp is waking up around them and that the arm that Katriel got the worst has completely lost any feeling but pain.
08-17-2023, 09:02 PM
