Where does one story begin and one end"
Where do dreams go to die and from where are new dreams born"
"True! Heart. . ." No.
Those were the words of a younger man, or perhaps they were the words of an older child.
A name: Corlanthis Wystansayr. But who was he" Who had he become"
Laughter a shield and genial wit his sword, but what dragon did a knight ever face to require such armaments"
"Moonspeckled did the clearing shine, leaves and boughs all brightly gleaming. Yet in the midst two figures danced, in thoughts alone each other dreaming."
Was there a woman involved" - When wasn't one.
A cry of unbearable loss. A scream of rage and fury. Strength enough to break the heavens open and drown the world in light and pain and grief.
From where are new dreams born, and where do they go to die" Where does one story end and one begin"
———-
Come to me
The voice echoed in Cor's head, resounding and cascading like the peel of a church bell rung just overhead. Though it sounded only within his head it was loud enough to drive him to his knees with his hands held against his ears in reflex.
"I'm here! You've called me and pushed me and tormented me and now! I'm! here!"
Cor voice yelled out to the sky above him, no doubt startling various passersby that strolled along the path. His fist in the air was shaking defiance at the voice that had plagued him since he'd originally left Saelanar. The fist dropped to his side and the voice that came out next was tired, weary.
"Please, just tell me what you need."
Help me
Cor blinked up to the sky in unexpected surprise. The voice had never before so directly replied to him, nor had it it ever so clearly given him a direction to follow. It was true that he seemed free of the urge to travel that the voice usually carried, but there was very definitely a destination it had in mind for him to visit. Cor's glance turned to the right and further up, spotting a sign hanging from a pole. The figure of a dragon was carved into it, with words underneath. And the words read...
"Red Dragon Inn?"
The voice pulled him inside and Cor went, once and for all ready to confront the reason this voice had summoned him. From his home and despair, through countless places both familiar and foreign, to his final destination here. He didn't yet know where he was, but an Inn seemed the best place to find that out. Cor turned and made his way up the steps after adjusting the pack he carried on his shoulder.
"True! Heart. . ." No.
Those were the words of a younger man, or perhaps they were the words of an older child.
A name: Corlanthis Wystansayr. But who was he" Who had he become"
Laughter a shield and genial wit his sword, but what dragon did a knight ever face to require such armaments"
"Moonspeckled did the clearing shine, leaves and boughs all brightly gleaming. Yet in the midst two figures danced, in thoughts alone each other dreaming."
Was there a woman involved" - When wasn't one.
A cry of unbearable loss. A scream of rage and fury. Strength enough to break the heavens open and drown the world in light and pain and grief.
From where are new dreams born, and where do they go to die" Where does one story end and one begin"
———-
Come to me
The voice echoed in Cor's head, resounding and cascading like the peel of a church bell rung just overhead. Though it sounded only within his head it was loud enough to drive him to his knees with his hands held against his ears in reflex.
"I'm here! You've called me and pushed me and tormented me and now! I'm! here!"
Cor voice yelled out to the sky above him, no doubt startling various passersby that strolled along the path. His fist in the air was shaking defiance at the voice that had plagued him since he'd originally left Saelanar. The fist dropped to his side and the voice that came out next was tired, weary.
"Please, just tell me what you need."
Help me
Cor blinked up to the sky in unexpected surprise. The voice had never before so directly replied to him, nor had it it ever so clearly given him a direction to follow. It was true that he seemed free of the urge to travel that the voice usually carried, but there was very definitely a destination it had in mind for him to visit. Cor's glance turned to the right and further up, spotting a sign hanging from a pole. The figure of a dragon was carved into it, with words underneath. And the words read...
"Red Dragon Inn?"
The voice pulled him inside and Cor went, once and for all ready to confront the reason this voice had summoned him. From his home and despair, through countless places both familiar and foreign, to his final destination here. He didn't yet know where he was, but an Inn seemed the best place to find that out. Cor turned and made his way up the steps after adjusting the pack he carried on his shoulder.