05-07-2023, 09:26 PM
When Jai crashed to his knees, it was to Daniel that he crawled. This man was his M’Hael. His leader. He knelt before him. Swore to him. Was raised by him. If he was ever put on a path that led to salvation of the Dragon Reborn or this man, it was toward him he would plunge.
Yes, there was hatred mixed with loyalty. But that hatred was a burning fire at himself for not yielding. It was Jai’s own pride that Daniel had to overcome, and he did it in a way that spared Jai his life and limbs. Pride was the hardest thing to break, but time smoothed the worst of that jagged wound. Another sword was discarded. An heirloom of pride and honor that Jai turned against his lord with nary a second thought.
He was curled over Daniel. His arms were limp. The warmth still shrouding his chest. In the chaos there was another figure, and it was Nythadri’s voice that pierced, but the clouds were rolled thick. Daniel’s blood was literally on his hands when he shook his head.
“I have to turn myself in,” he muttered, pushing past her arms and plunging toward the door. Shock sped his feet, but wards wrapped them in like a tomb, but there was no logic that remained in Jai to show him how to break it. He repeated the declaration with greater and greater determination.
He was still shielded, so there was nothing to do at the door but sink to his knees and beg. “Please let me out. Please,” he begged the nobleman. Begged Nythadri. When his gaze settled on the M’Hael’s lifeless remains, he screamed at them both. “Let me out!” and he curled his face to the floor when the demand went unfulfilled. Hands wrenching the back of his neck bloody.
Meanwhile, a storm of saidin rose outside.
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The volatility of the Asha’man’s reaction left Arikan blinking. His job was done and his treasures in his possession. If Nythadri wanted more of this situation, it was on her hands to deal with it. Saidin erupted outside, and he could feel the battering ram of power upon the wards holding them safely within.
“You have one minute,” he warned her, and in turn, Arikan stalked to the man’s desk and began to rifle through the papers, seeking anything of value he might take.
Yes, there was hatred mixed with loyalty. But that hatred was a burning fire at himself for not yielding. It was Jai’s own pride that Daniel had to overcome, and he did it in a way that spared Jai his life and limbs. Pride was the hardest thing to break, but time smoothed the worst of that jagged wound. Another sword was discarded. An heirloom of pride and honor that Jai turned against his lord with nary a second thought.
He was curled over Daniel. His arms were limp. The warmth still shrouding his chest. In the chaos there was another figure, and it was Nythadri’s voice that pierced, but the clouds were rolled thick. Daniel’s blood was literally on his hands when he shook his head.
“I have to turn myself in,” he muttered, pushing past her arms and plunging toward the door. Shock sped his feet, but wards wrapped them in like a tomb, but there was no logic that remained in Jai to show him how to break it. He repeated the declaration with greater and greater determination.
He was still shielded, so there was nothing to do at the door but sink to his knees and beg. “Please let me out. Please,” he begged the nobleman. Begged Nythadri. When his gaze settled on the M’Hael’s lifeless remains, he screamed at them both. “Let me out!” and he curled his face to the floor when the demand went unfulfilled. Hands wrenching the back of his neck bloody.
Meanwhile, a storm of saidin rose outside.
The volatility of the Asha’man’s reaction left Arikan blinking. His job was done and his treasures in his possession. If Nythadri wanted more of this situation, it was on her hands to deal with it. Saidin erupted outside, and he could feel the battering ram of power upon the wards holding them safely within.
“You have one minute,” he warned her, and in turn, Arikan stalked to the man’s desk and began to rifle through the papers, seeking anything of value he might take.
Only darkness shows you the light.