08-01-2013, 05:16 AM
Eternity and rebirth.
She was right, of course. People had found comfort through religion like that for as long as history was recorded. Unfortunately, it didn't get him anywhere.
A religious cult? Perhaps, but there were thousands, and hunting people with strange powers was not exactly uncommon. People feared the unknown, he could attest to that.
In a way, he felt relieved. He wanted to find the people that hunted him... but he wasn't sure what he would do when he did. What if they had good reason for wanting him dead? His powers were certainly dangerous. Could he be putting lives at risk simply by living?
It wasn't a thought he was ready to entertain. For now, he would learn control. A blade was only as dangerous as the one who wielded it. He would control it.
"Ah! Thanks. I'm Thalia, by the way."
So self-absorbed I didn't even ask her name...
He felt a sting of shame, although only for a brief moment. His life was at stake, after all.
Still, for some strange reason he felt his troubles soothed - even if he could not forget them - from the simple conversation. He owed her basic courtesy at the very least.
"Pleased to meet you, Thalia. My name is Michael Vellas."
Years of military nonsense had drilled the greeting into him. He was pleased he did not try to give her his rank and commanding officer. The thought was accompanied by a resurgent wave of resentment that he squashed immediately.
"And thank you,"
he added, essaying a tight smile. She probably had no idea why he was thanking her, he hardly knew himself, only that she had somehow helped regain his equilibrium.
Edited by Michael Vellas, Aug 1 2013, 05:18 AM.
She was right, of course. People had found comfort through religion like that for as long as history was recorded. Unfortunately, it didn't get him anywhere.
A religious cult? Perhaps, but there were thousands, and hunting people with strange powers was not exactly uncommon. People feared the unknown, he could attest to that.
In a way, he felt relieved. He wanted to find the people that hunted him... but he wasn't sure what he would do when he did. What if they had good reason for wanting him dead? His powers were certainly dangerous. Could he be putting lives at risk simply by living?
It wasn't a thought he was ready to entertain. For now, he would learn control. A blade was only as dangerous as the one who wielded it. He would control it.
"Ah! Thanks. I'm Thalia, by the way."
So self-absorbed I didn't even ask her name...
He felt a sting of shame, although only for a brief moment. His life was at stake, after all.
Still, for some strange reason he felt his troubles soothed - even if he could not forget them - from the simple conversation. He owed her basic courtesy at the very least.
"Pleased to meet you, Thalia. My name is Michael Vellas."
Years of military nonsense had drilled the greeting into him. He was pleased he did not try to give her his rank and commanding officer. The thought was accompanied by a resurgent wave of resentment that he squashed immediately.
"And thank you,"
he added, essaying a tight smile. She probably had no idea why he was thanking her, he hardly knew himself, only that she had somehow helped regain his equilibrium.
Edited by Michael Vellas, Aug 1 2013, 05:18 AM.
"She saw a flaring halo around his head, radiant in gold and blue. It shouted of glory and power to come"
"No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it."