Prologue: Before We Became a Clan
_____It was Spring. The forest was coming to life from its winter slumber as Abraxos stepped into the glade. It had just barely finished raining in her part of the forest and she reveled in the scent left after by the storm. She was said to be god-touched by her parents’ clan, seemingly luckier than most around her and slightly omniscient.
_____She was carefree soul who loved the woods around her home and was often exploring the land. There was always something with her when she returned, whether it was food for a meal or something unique for crafting. Though she was far from becoming a master in crafting, she was adept at weapon creation and spent what time could be spared by the blacksmith in honing her skills.
_____However, as the day of the summer solstice came close on her eighteenth year, so did a hidden danger from across the horizon. On the evening prior to the festival, Abraxos was awoken in haste by her mother, who shoved a knapsack into her hands before rushing her to the cellar. Her mother swept back a tapestry, deftly pulled aside the bookcase, and pried loose a stone to reveal a switch, which opened the wall to a stairwell down. Her mother hastily kissed her forehead, “They’re already past the gate.”
_____“What?! Wait! Who, Mum?!”
_____“The Cursed. You must go!” Her mother urged her to go with a push towards the door while whipping around to glance at the door. “There is only one way down. Just follow the path. Go now!”
_____Her mother pushed her once more and door shut as she hit the wall inside. Pounding on the door, she called out to her mother, but only silence greeted back. The walls were too thick and insulated sound to their respective sides. She waited for moments more, long enough to lose track of time. Eventually, she decided to follow her mother’s instructions.
_____Rubbing a shard of light crystal between her hands, she took a deep breath as it illuminated the corridor for her to move forward.
Prologue: Before We Became a Clan
_____It was Spring. The forest was coming to life from its winter slumber as Abraxos stepped into the glade. It had just barely finished raining in her part of the forest and she reveled in the scent left after by the storm. She was said to be god-touched by her parents’ clan, seemingly luckier than most around her and slightly omniscient.
_____She was carefree soul who loved the woods around her home and was often exploring the land. There was always something with her when she returned, whether it was food for a meal or something unique for crafting. Though she was far from becoming a master in crafting, she was adept at weapon creation and spent what time could be spared by the blacksmith in honing her skills.
_____However, as the day of the summer solstice came close on her eighteenth year, so did a hidden danger from across the horizon. On the evening prior to the festival, Abraxos was awoken in haste by her mother, who shoved a knapsack into her hands before rushing her to the cellar. Her mother swept back a tapestry, deftly pulled aside the bookcase, and pried loose a stone to reveal a switch, which opened the wall to a stairwell down. Her mother hastily kissed her forehead, “They’re already past the gate.”
_____“What?! Wait! Who, Mum?!”
_____“The Cursed. You must go!” Her mother urged her to go with a push towards the door while whipping around to glance at the door. “There is only one way down. Just follow the path. Go now!”
_____Her mother pushed her once more and door shut as she hit the wall inside. Pounding on the door, she called out to her mother, but only silence greeted back. The walls were too thick and insulated sound to their respective sides. She waited for moments more, long enough to lose track of time. Eventually, she decided to follow her mother’s instructions.
_____Rubbing a shard of light crystal between her hands, she took a deep breath as it illuminated the corridor for her to move forward.
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_____The walls of the corridor were hewn a long time ago by some long gone relatives of hers. Her fingertips ran lightly against those walls as she followed in the only direction that it went. She only stopped twice for water and to put something in her stomach before moving on.
_____The corridor eventually transitioned into rough cut tunnel. It opened up into a cavern before transitioning back into a tunnel, which ended at a vine covered entrance. As she pushed past the plant cover, she found herself in the forest with a pathway marked by large white stones. The carvings that probably once had stood out in striking relief were almost worn smooth pointed a path out to her.
_____Her thoughts wandered often to her parents and the others, but she kept moving forward with hope in her heart. The trail led straight to a small town and the first stop was the pub, where she settled quietly in the corner. She minded herself, mainly to recoup her strength more than anything else. However, as a man passed her spot, he backtracked, “Hello there. You’re not from here, are you?”
_____“I stick out that much, huh?” She rubbed her eyes as he welcomed himself to a seat across from her. He had a sort of infectious smile as he regarded her, “Not at all. Well, maybe a little.”
_____“While we get travelers, it’s mostly just traders,” he said while waving over a barmaid and ordered several items. “Where are you from?”
_____“Valesong,” she sighed out. He raised an eyebrow for a moment before smiling as the barmaid arrived to set some hot tea and food before them, “Please eat. You look like you could use a hot meal.”
He raised a hand before she could protest. “Let me do this at least.”
_____She would be lying if she did not find all everything so delicious smelling. Her hesitation must’ve been too obvious because he put together plate each for both of them and started eating, almost to prove that the food was not poison or something. The food when down easily and was way more appetizing than the dried meat and fruits she had. Only when they were done did he pick up conversation again, she was silently grateful for that. “My name is Adonai, Miss…?”
_____“Abraxos.”
_____“Pretty and unique name. So,what brings you here to Chrysalis?”
_____“I...,” she paused, thinking of her family and where they might be. “To be frank, we were attacked and the escape route led me here.”
_____Adonai was silent for moments longer than comfortable, his expression dark and unreadable. He reached forward and gently squeezed one of her hands, a comforting gesture, before standing, “Wait here. There’s someone I think who needs to speak to you.”
_____The walls of the corridor were hewn a long time ago by some long gone relatives of hers. Her fingertips ran lightly against those walls as she followed in the only direction that it went. She only stopped twice for water and to put something in her stomach before moving on.
_____The corridor eventually transitioned into rough cut tunnel. It opened up into a cavern before transitioning back into a tunnel, which ended at a vine covered entrance. As she pushed past the plant cover, she found herself in the forest with a pathway marked by large white stones. The carvings that probably once had stood out in striking relief were almost worn smooth pointed a path out to her.
_____Her thoughts wandered often to her parents and the others, but she kept moving forward with hope in her heart. The trail led straight to a small town and the first stop was the pub, where she settled quietly in the corner. She minded herself, mainly to recoup her strength more than anything else. However, as a man passed her spot, he backtracked, “Hello there. You’re not from here, are you?”
_____“I stick out that much, huh?” She rubbed her eyes as he welcomed himself to a seat across from her. He had a sort of infectious smile as he regarded her, “Not at all. Well, maybe a little.”
_____“While we get travelers, it’s mostly just traders,” he said while waving over a barmaid and ordered several items. “Where are you from?”
_____“Valesong,” she sighed out. He raised an eyebrow for a moment before smiling as the barmaid arrived to set some hot tea and food before them, “Please eat. You look like you could use a hot meal.”
He raised a hand before she could protest. “Let me do this at least.”
_____She would be lying if she did not find all everything so delicious smelling. Her hesitation must’ve been too obvious because he put together plate each for both of them and started eating, almost to prove that the food was not poison or something. The food when down easily and was way more appetizing than the dried meat and fruits she had. Only when they were done did he pick up conversation again, she was silently grateful for that. “My name is Adonai, Miss…?”
_____“Abraxos.”
_____“Pretty and unique name. So,what brings you here to Chrysalis?”
_____“I...,” she paused, thinking of her family and where they might be. “To be frank, we were attacked and the escape route led me here.”
_____Adonai was silent for moments longer than comfortable, his expression dark and unreadable. He reached forward and gently squeezed one of her hands, a comforting gesture, before standing, “Wait here. There’s someone I think who needs to speak to you.”
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