Whispers of the Past
Chapter One: The Rightful Owner
((Note from the Author: This story takes place during the events following Lurking in the Forest))
The forest echoed with the sounds made by small footsteps. The light of dusk still offered enough illumination to make any woodland inhabitants visable.
Into a familiar clearing, Jonas emerged from the thick surrounding of trees, his face veiled in the shadow offered by his magician's hat. The clearing where he and his mentor had, a few days prior, waged battle with a beast the likes of which neither had ever encountered.
The mage peered around, seeing dried puddles and splatters of blood from the gruesome encounter, and the discarded skeleton of the beast they had slain. No doubt the other creatures of the forest had already made several meals out of it's flesh, else it would not be so deteriorated this soon.
Jonas looked about the clearing, unsure of what he was exactly looking for. There was a calm silence. An almost eerily soothing quality to the area. He could think. He could ponder here, even amidst memories of the bloodbath.
Did I control it? The question echoed in Jonas' mind repeatedly throughout his journey to this location. Memories of shifting into his Demonic form and annihalating the creature, and then turning back to his normal Angelic existance immediately thereafter. In the past, he could not recall a time that he, in that form, had stopped destroying until someone managed to subdue him.
I saw him laying there, he thought as he spotted the place Dameon fell, and once the beast was slain I turned back to normal and ran to aid him. Jonas walked to the spot, so much blood during the battle that the soil in that particular place was still slightly wet from it.
I couldn't have controlled it. I've never been able to. But I was pretty drained when I reverted... maybe that form just ran out of energy... Jonas pondered as he looked down at the blood-stained soil, until he heard it.
The rustling of leaves, the cracking of twigs. On the other side of the clearning, Jonas turned around to see a tall figure in a dark brown cloak standing silently. This person was maybe six feet all, best estimate Jonas could make from his miniscule stature.
The figure was shrouded in it's cloak, and the hood of the cloak was up over the person's head so all Jonas could see were shadows instead of a face.
"You've got something..." The person spoke, and by the voice Jonas immediately identified them as a male. The cloaked man made a few short steps toward Jonas, to which Jonas immediately took a step back, crossing his arms beneath his own cloak suspiciously.
"I've got what?" Jonas implored, in his usual soft and meak voice, with just a hint of indignancy to his tone.
"You've got something..." the man continued, "...that belongs to me." The man raised a hand from under his cloak, which was garbed in a simple black leather glove, and his arm was also covered by a black sleeve, possibly from a tunic, or a simple linen shirt, Jonas could not tell. All Jonas knew was that this hand was pointed directly at him, half open, palm downward.
Jonas opened his cloak, and peered at it's contents curiously. All he knew that was on him were a few nourishing elixers he'd whipped up earlier, and an arbitrary amount of coins which would probably later be deposited into the till at the Red Dragon.
"I have nothing. You've got the wrong guy." Jonas slowly began to turn away, when the man spoke again.
"It's not on you..." The man's voice took a deep turn, growing stern. "It's in you." The man took another step forward, causing Jonas to stop mid-turn and face him once more, taking a few more nervous steps away from him.
"In me? I have nothing in me that doesn't belong to me, sir." Jonas' voice began to tremble, a slight twinge of fear overaking it. "I don't know what you're talking about."
The man tilted his head, which remained shrouded in the cloak's hood, as he placed his hand back within his cloak as well. "You are Dameon Darklor's page, correct?" The man offered an impossible amount of time to respond before continuing. "I have the right person."
Jonas' eyes widened slightly, as he quirked a brow. "How do you know that name...?" Jonas now took a slow step forward. "No one has called him that since before we left RhyDin."
The man let out a low and deep laugh for only a few seconds, and then shook his head. "How long have you known your mentor?"
"Um..." Jonas stopped to think back for a few seconds, "I think about eight and a half years..."
"How did you meet?" The man's voice was half inquisitive, and half patronizing.
"I ran away from RhyDin Orphanage... and I met him when he and his fath--err... foster father were near town buying supplies. He took me in."
The man simply shook his head. "I see. So they never told you... interesting. I wonder if they told Mr. Darklor."
Jonas narrowed his eyes, visably frustrated by this point. "Who never told me what? You're making no sense!"
The man nodded, taking a few steps back. "You'll know in time. I still plan to take back what's mine." With that, the man continued walking back until his figure was lost in the woods.
"Wait! Who are you?!" Jonas ran forward a few steps before stopping, looking around him and realizing the man was gone.
Who was that guy? And how does he know Dameon... Jonas furrowed a brow in confusion before lowering his head, closing his eyes and disappearing from the woods in a blue puff of smoke.
((End Chapter One))
Chapter One: The Rightful Owner
((Note from the Author: This story takes place during the events following Lurking in the Forest))
The forest echoed with the sounds made by small footsteps. The light of dusk still offered enough illumination to make any woodland inhabitants visable.
Into a familiar clearing, Jonas emerged from the thick surrounding of trees, his face veiled in the shadow offered by his magician's hat. The clearing where he and his mentor had, a few days prior, waged battle with a beast the likes of which neither had ever encountered.
The mage peered around, seeing dried puddles and splatters of blood from the gruesome encounter, and the discarded skeleton of the beast they had slain. No doubt the other creatures of the forest had already made several meals out of it's flesh, else it would not be so deteriorated this soon.
Jonas looked about the clearing, unsure of what he was exactly looking for. There was a calm silence. An almost eerily soothing quality to the area. He could think. He could ponder here, even amidst memories of the bloodbath.
Did I control it? The question echoed in Jonas' mind repeatedly throughout his journey to this location. Memories of shifting into his Demonic form and annihalating the creature, and then turning back to his normal Angelic existance immediately thereafter. In the past, he could not recall a time that he, in that form, had stopped destroying until someone managed to subdue him.
I saw him laying there, he thought as he spotted the place Dameon fell, and once the beast was slain I turned back to normal and ran to aid him. Jonas walked to the spot, so much blood during the battle that the soil in that particular place was still slightly wet from it.
I couldn't have controlled it. I've never been able to. But I was pretty drained when I reverted... maybe that form just ran out of energy... Jonas pondered as he looked down at the blood-stained soil, until he heard it.
The rustling of leaves, the cracking of twigs. On the other side of the clearning, Jonas turned around to see a tall figure in a dark brown cloak standing silently. This person was maybe six feet all, best estimate Jonas could make from his miniscule stature.
The figure was shrouded in it's cloak, and the hood of the cloak was up over the person's head so all Jonas could see were shadows instead of a face.
"You've got something..." The person spoke, and by the voice Jonas immediately identified them as a male. The cloaked man made a few short steps toward Jonas, to which Jonas immediately took a step back, crossing his arms beneath his own cloak suspiciously.
"I've got what?" Jonas implored, in his usual soft and meak voice, with just a hint of indignancy to his tone.
"You've got something..." the man continued, "...that belongs to me." The man raised a hand from under his cloak, which was garbed in a simple black leather glove, and his arm was also covered by a black sleeve, possibly from a tunic, or a simple linen shirt, Jonas could not tell. All Jonas knew was that this hand was pointed directly at him, half open, palm downward.
Jonas opened his cloak, and peered at it's contents curiously. All he knew that was on him were a few nourishing elixers he'd whipped up earlier, and an arbitrary amount of coins which would probably later be deposited into the till at the Red Dragon.
"I have nothing. You've got the wrong guy." Jonas slowly began to turn away, when the man spoke again.
"It's not on you..." The man's voice took a deep turn, growing stern. "It's in you." The man took another step forward, causing Jonas to stop mid-turn and face him once more, taking a few more nervous steps away from him.
"In me? I have nothing in me that doesn't belong to me, sir." Jonas' voice began to tremble, a slight twinge of fear overaking it. "I don't know what you're talking about."
The man tilted his head, which remained shrouded in the cloak's hood, as he placed his hand back within his cloak as well. "You are Dameon Darklor's page, correct?" The man offered an impossible amount of time to respond before continuing. "I have the right person."
Jonas' eyes widened slightly, as he quirked a brow. "How do you know that name...?" Jonas now took a slow step forward. "No one has called him that since before we left RhyDin."
The man let out a low and deep laugh for only a few seconds, and then shook his head. "How long have you known your mentor?"
"Um..." Jonas stopped to think back for a few seconds, "I think about eight and a half years..."
"How did you meet?" The man's voice was half inquisitive, and half patronizing.
"I ran away from RhyDin Orphanage... and I met him when he and his fath--err... foster father were near town buying supplies. He took me in."
The man simply shook his head. "I see. So they never told you... interesting. I wonder if they told Mr. Darklor."
Jonas narrowed his eyes, visably frustrated by this point. "Who never told me what? You're making no sense!"
The man nodded, taking a few steps back. "You'll know in time. I still plan to take back what's mine." With that, the man continued walking back until his figure was lost in the woods.
"Wait! Who are you?!" Jonas ran forward a few steps before stopping, looking around him and realizing the man was gone.
Who was that guy? And how does he know Dameon... Jonas furrowed a brow in confusion before lowering his head, closing his eyes and disappearing from the woods in a blue puff of smoke.
((End Chapter One))