((We'll start right around the time they're magic starts to awaken.))
"The enemies of our blood... The death of our kin... Rip the flesh from their bones... Bathe them in flames... Let none escape alive... None!"
The whispering filled his head, his soul, he didn't know if he was human any longer. Had he ever been human? He felt an unstoppable urge to kill, but he wasn't killing mindlessly. No, he was killing with a purpose. He was killing for vengeance. To right all the wrongs that had been done to his family.
"But what was done to my family?" He thought, confused.
"Killed. All of them." The beastly voice replied.
He grew frightened, what was this voice? It was him, but not him at the same time. Like another part of him, sealed away. A dangerous part of himself that needed to be controlled.
And then he wasn't himself any more, but this beast, white scales glinting in the sunlight as he uncoiled himself and stretched.
"I awaken from my blood."
"Could you mumble any quieter, please?" Verena's exasperated voice intruded upon Gwenael's dreams, startling him awake as she chucked a pillow squarely at his head.
He blinked several times, pulling himself further from the deep recesses of his dreams to stare confusedly at his younger sister.
She stood in the doorway of his bedroom staring at him, seemingly calm, but he knew that at this very moment she was a ticking time bomb and he would have to step carefully around her to prevent it being set off.
"Could you fart any quieter? I was up half the night!" Well, there went that plan out the window. Of course, if it were anyone else Gwenael would have been as nice as possible, but this was his little sister he loved, loved to goad into temper tantrums that was. He knew exactly how to push the vain redhead's buttons.
He watched with satisfaction as her caramel eyes flared and a flush crept slowly into her cheeks. "You are so IMPOSSIBLE!" She shouted at him, looking around in frustration for something else to throw at him.
"Gwenael! Leave your sister alone! Verena, stop your screeching this instant! Both of you get down here right now, the store's about to open!" The booming voice of Marinus Hartell echoed up the stairs from the shop floor.
Verena stuck her tongue out at her brother and disappeared in a huff.
Gwenael chuckled and pulled his clothes on. Brown breeches, a plain white tunic, brown belt and boots. He ran a hand through his straight white hair and called it done.
Heading down to the shop floor he prepared himself for another day of running the shop and put the strange dream behind him.
((I was thinking we could have the Enti's agents come in to round up the eighteen year old non-magic users and that could be the trigger for them awakening? I'll have Gwenael awaken sooner and probably wait a bit for Verena just to make it seem a bit more normal.))
"The enemies of our blood... The death of our kin... Rip the flesh from their bones... Bathe them in flames... Let none escape alive... None!"
The whispering filled his head, his soul, he didn't know if he was human any longer. Had he ever been human? He felt an unstoppable urge to kill, but he wasn't killing mindlessly. No, he was killing with a purpose. He was killing for vengeance. To right all the wrongs that had been done to his family.
"But what was done to my family?" He thought, confused.
"Killed. All of them." The beastly voice replied.
He grew frightened, what was this voice? It was him, but not him at the same time. Like another part of him, sealed away. A dangerous part of himself that needed to be controlled.
And then he wasn't himself any more, but this beast, white scales glinting in the sunlight as he uncoiled himself and stretched.
"I awaken from my blood."
"Could you mumble any quieter, please?" Verena's exasperated voice intruded upon Gwenael's dreams, startling him awake as she chucked a pillow squarely at his head.
He blinked several times, pulling himself further from the deep recesses of his dreams to stare confusedly at his younger sister.
She stood in the doorway of his bedroom staring at him, seemingly calm, but he knew that at this very moment she was a ticking time bomb and he would have to step carefully around her to prevent it being set off.
"Could you fart any quieter? I was up half the night!" Well, there went that plan out the window. Of course, if it were anyone else Gwenael would have been as nice as possible, but this was his little sister he loved, loved to goad into temper tantrums that was. He knew exactly how to push the vain redhead's buttons.
He watched with satisfaction as her caramel eyes flared and a flush crept slowly into her cheeks. "You are so IMPOSSIBLE!" She shouted at him, looking around in frustration for something else to throw at him.
"Gwenael! Leave your sister alone! Verena, stop your screeching this instant! Both of you get down here right now, the store's about to open!" The booming voice of Marinus Hartell echoed up the stairs from the shop floor.
Verena stuck her tongue out at her brother and disappeared in a huff.
Gwenael chuckled and pulled his clothes on. Brown breeches, a plain white tunic, brown belt and boots. He ran a hand through his straight white hair and called it done.
Heading down to the shop floor he prepared himself for another day of running the shop and put the strange dream behind him.
((I was thinking we could have the Enti's agents come in to round up the eighteen year old non-magic users and that could be the trigger for them awakening? I'll have Gwenael awaken sooner and probably wait a bit for Verena just to make it seem a bit more normal.))
