Ten years gone was only the day prior: Evan Rush Rynth
(Author Note: Story did unfold in the Arena)
The smell of the Arena air was familiar as Evan Rush Rynth opened his deep brown eyes to the dimly lit room. The Fairy-Elf stood upon the first step of many while a dream that had been whispering to him over night merely faded into the back of a long lost thought. As the fog diminished from his sight, Evan recognized his location: The Arena " A proud place of warriors and alike who duel for sport and fun.
Something was amiss to Evan's current mental state though. The faces of the crowd in the Arena clearing out from the night's Baron Challenge were strangely and oddly " new. There was not a face that he knew from yesterday present, even from the match that just took place in the old ring of the Arena. "What is going on," Evan wondered.
Slowly, as if his body had not moved in years, the mess of Blue from House Rising made his way down each step " to the ring side " and a pale hand struggled to find the ropes. This was a familiar feel to him, but from within the blood stained ring. Evan cried out the names of those who he had known to frequent the basement, but to his surprise, only one answered. Aja.
Aja had seen ghosts before and saw Evan. Was there a difference" Aja wanted to tell Evan but wondered about the idea for a moment's time before having Tru accompany her to the basement floor from the outside. This act was out of place for both.
Evan turned, ignoring the words spoken to him, as his long blue hair died to a pure white brilliance. Chinning up, he took note of the couple coming closer as if one had seen a ghost. Evan carried his sword in hand and this made Tru uneasy along side Aja.
The conversion was self-image altering that came next. The caring couple told the Fairy-Elf that yesterday was ten years ago and all that he knew " was gone abreast a small few details. Even the still-clearing event crowd was new and unique. Evan's mind shut down and he took a seat with Tru and Aja to converse over a drink and regain his thoughts.
The time was late and the couple climbed the basement stairs to retire when Evan's hair returned to the blinding, ice blue everyone once knew of. The Arena magic failed. What had come ten years ago when Evan lost a fight outside of the Arena's protection against another Baron as a challenge, which cost him the 13th Baron Ring, was summoned once more.
His body felt immense pains again, the taste before victory, slammed through the now-ancient, wooden chair that he occupied. He screamed. He screamed over and over again while he drew his sword. However, his body was soon found skipping into the bar, blood covering his face and pale-toned skin. "This cannot be happening again," Evan called out loudly.
His attacker was still unknown. A white blinding light snared his vision as if a trap. Evan yelled out into the hallows and deep corners of the basement " and the parting couple shut the door behind them.
Evan laid upon the floor, adjacent now to the bar as the light, the blinding bastard he could not envision, faded as quickly as it came. But, if one listened closely, one could hear the echoes of torment rising from the basement into the lower levels of the Red Dragon Inn and sinking into the depths of the Annex.
Evan lost his grip on reality and closed his eyes where he lay in front of the old Arena bar "
(Author Note: Story did unfold in the Arena)
The smell of the Arena air was familiar as Evan Rush Rynth opened his deep brown eyes to the dimly lit room. The Fairy-Elf stood upon the first step of many while a dream that had been whispering to him over night merely faded into the back of a long lost thought. As the fog diminished from his sight, Evan recognized his location: The Arena " A proud place of warriors and alike who duel for sport and fun.
Something was amiss to Evan's current mental state though. The faces of the crowd in the Arena clearing out from the night's Baron Challenge were strangely and oddly " new. There was not a face that he knew from yesterday present, even from the match that just took place in the old ring of the Arena. "What is going on," Evan wondered.
Slowly, as if his body had not moved in years, the mess of Blue from House Rising made his way down each step " to the ring side " and a pale hand struggled to find the ropes. This was a familiar feel to him, but from within the blood stained ring. Evan cried out the names of those who he had known to frequent the basement, but to his surprise, only one answered. Aja.
Aja had seen ghosts before and saw Evan. Was there a difference" Aja wanted to tell Evan but wondered about the idea for a moment's time before having Tru accompany her to the basement floor from the outside. This act was out of place for both.
Evan turned, ignoring the words spoken to him, as his long blue hair died to a pure white brilliance. Chinning up, he took note of the couple coming closer as if one had seen a ghost. Evan carried his sword in hand and this made Tru uneasy along side Aja.
The conversion was self-image altering that came next. The caring couple told the Fairy-Elf that yesterday was ten years ago and all that he knew " was gone abreast a small few details. Even the still-clearing event crowd was new and unique. Evan's mind shut down and he took a seat with Tru and Aja to converse over a drink and regain his thoughts.
The time was late and the couple climbed the basement stairs to retire when Evan's hair returned to the blinding, ice blue everyone once knew of. The Arena magic failed. What had come ten years ago when Evan lost a fight outside of the Arena's protection against another Baron as a challenge, which cost him the 13th Baron Ring, was summoned once more.
His body felt immense pains again, the taste before victory, slammed through the now-ancient, wooden chair that he occupied. He screamed. He screamed over and over again while he drew his sword. However, his body was soon found skipping into the bar, blood covering his face and pale-toned skin. "This cannot be happening again," Evan called out loudly.
His attacker was still unknown. A white blinding light snared his vision as if a trap. Evan yelled out into the hallows and deep corners of the basement " and the parting couple shut the door behind them.
Evan laid upon the floor, adjacent now to the bar as the light, the blinding bastard he could not envision, faded as quickly as it came. But, if one listened closely, one could hear the echoes of torment rising from the basement into the lower levels of the Red Dragon Inn and sinking into the depths of the Annex.
Evan lost his grip on reality and closed his eyes where he lay in front of the old Arena bar "