Tag: Daily Prompt

al’Zand curled up tighter into his bedroll clutching his head. The pain had subsided, but the conversation behind him ate at his conscious. He had messed up something. Something was wrong. Ghosts and darkness ebbed and flowed at his perpherials. 

ae’Nyx presses a cold hand to his forehead often as he stirs the pot on he’s brewing a floral foul smelling concoction. His cool touch is warming even as it chills his skin. He’s tender and those big purple flecked eyes bring a sense of calm. al’Zand smiles weakly at him.

He doesn’t listen to the conversation, his ears covered with his hands. ae’Nyx hands him a cup of tea. “It’ll help you sleep.” 

al’Zand takes a swallow and immediately feels more calm. A second and third, and he’s yawning himself to sleep.

It wasn’t hard to find the guild house. It wasn’t too far from the Sacred Horses. After insuring that his follower had been evaded Hadril made his way into the confines of the guild house of the Macabre Genesis. The building was a three story discreetly set building along the main drag of the Dock District.

He didn’t rest. The vial in his pocket burned at his mind and he set his will to figuring it out. It had something to do with boggle oil.

Hadril sat down at the nearest alchemy desk, dropping his gear on the floor beside him and set down to work. 

Miranda came stomping in and ae’Nyx didn’t answer his question. Though Miranda was grumpy and she felt different. A bit darker then when she came. Alushtas just shrugs.

“How do you know all this?” Alushtas asked.

ae’Nyx shrugged. “It came to me in a dream.”

“A dream taught you how to concoct a potion that what?”

“That removes the symptoms of the despair for 8 hours. But that wasn’t the reason, it’s just a side effect.”

“What did you intend it to do?” Alushtas asked as he watched the boy stirring the mixture with a spoon in his meal kit on a small fire on the meal kit lid.

“To help keep the dream away.”

“You said that already.” Alushtas said.

“I’d rather not…” ae’Nyx said.

Miranda’s thoughts ranged from how she could extract revenge on al’Zand, how to find Rosana again, or should she even, why did she care to how she could free her self from her patron?

A voice echoed in her head with a dissonant whisper I can free you.

“What?” Miranda said out loud. No one was near in these early hours thankfully.

The whisper sounded again I can free you. Save you from the dept you owe. See your child again.

The voice made promises. Miranda doubted the first, but the last was her ultimate wish. To see her son again. She whispered, “What do I need to do?”

Just accept. 

“I do.”

Miranda swooned with a rush of power as it flooded her veins. A new power arose inside and Miranda grinned with malintent. “Now what?” 

Rest my dear, all will come to light.

Miranda followed the instructions and went upstairs to their shared room. The boys were awake, the ugly creature was helping the dark elf with something in the corner. The strange boy was brewing something — the thing Rosana wanted. She’d left after he had given it to al’Zand.

al’Zand curled up on the floor in his bedroll and Miranda felt a pang of worry, but the new power inside tipped her into bed. “I need a few hours to sleep. Keep it down.” She said gruffly.

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Rain woke me up kicking my feet and I groaned with pain. “Ow. My fucking head.” I curled up in my bedroll again.

Rain asked again, “Seriously what’s wrong?”

ae’Nyx jolted out of his bedroom and began searching his things. He looked frantic, clutching his head and then moving through his bags again. It hurt to look at him. My vision was blurred.

A cold hand brushed my cheek. “The pain will subside in an hour or so.” 

He looked up at Rain watching us with a grim smile. “The vial, I gave him last night. Where is it?”

Rain started looking under the bed and through my things. He frowned. “Rosana had it last I saw it.”

ae’Nyx growled. The creature in the corner watch and grumbled. “Help?”

The cool hand caressed my forehead and rubbed the back of my neck before he went to speak with the creature in that strange language they spoke. 

The door to our room opened and ghostly blur walked in. My head spun and I curled up against the bedroom. “Fuck!”