⚜ I've Been Seeing Things ②
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⚜12th of Glade, Year124, A.o.S
⚜ Upon his snooping and investigating of his father's belongings, the vampyre found a book written by his parent on Kinetics, seeing it as a useful piece of information. Eagerly his fingers thumbed over the contents of each page, a fascinating and well detailed record of his thoughts and expertise in the magical craft. Dreyfus was shocked by this as he didn't know his father was as proficient in the art of Kinetics as the notes in the book had alluded to. Some of the techniques penned within the pages of the book seemed easy enough for someone of his skill to manage so he eagerly found himself heading outside, picking a spot where he could attempt them in peace and free of worrying or scaring the villagers around him.
He took a moment to read the book in its entirety and then decided to take what he read into practice. Pointing at one of the trees in the distance, he focused kinetic energy around his index finger. His father's notes spoke of the energy forming and coalescing into solid form, creating a small sphere of kinetic energy around the finger being extended. With his understanding of the flux and being able to manipulate kinetic forces in such a masterful way, having the energy become visible was a simple task for him. Once the small sphere formed on his pointer finger he fired a small, thin, very fast, and concentrated laser-like beam of kinetic energy, which barrels down and pierces straight through the trunk of the tree.
He was impressed, to say the least, kicking himself for not knowing this or finding this book sooner. walking up to the tree he had pierced he gauged his accuracy and found he was off the center by several centimeters. After a few more rounds, he finally got his rhythm for it, entering an almost meditative process for each shot. He played with adding different effects to each shot he fired. One had its flux accelerated so much it caught fire, and another he had decelerated its flux to cause the space where it was pierced to frost over. Another he added the effects of Splintering to them causing one of the trees the beam hit to twist and crumble in on itself from an imploding effect, and the other exploded.
It was interesting to see that he could manifest kinetic energy in such a way, as he began tinkering with that aspect of the readings in his father's notes. The ability to manifest kinetic energy instead of manipulating the unseen force. Holding out his palm, open before him he concentrated on the manifestation itself, evident from a faint red-violet hue glowing in his palm. It started small, but with more and more controlled aether being added to it the light began to take shape. Burning crimson eyes looked on with amazement as he began manipulating the orb of kinetic energy. Forming it in varying forms and sizes from small to as large as a massive boulder.
It was a marvelous sight to behold, his face illuminated by the burning red glow of the orb of kineticism. He continued to play with the parameters of the energy, accelerating the orb so much it caught flame, just like the beam he had been shooting the forest with. And slowing it caused the air around him and the orb to cool, as if he was holding a large ball of ice plucked from the frozen north. He was fascinated, but as he looked at the orb as if it was a treasure that only he had, upon blinking the moment he opened his eyes again he was no longer in the backyard of his family estate.
No, he was somewhere else. It was a coastal town it seemed, and the smell of burning flesh and blood filled his senses. Screams and the sounds of conflict filled his ears as armored soldiers stamped passed him. He could see figures looming in the distance on one of the buildings, illuminated as shadowy and dark silhouettes of black and glowing red eyes.
There was a level of dread that filled the air, one that filled Dreyfus with concern......yes concern. His eyes widened when he saw the figures that seemed to watch as the massacre of this town unfolded. One was himself, standing tall with demonic wings of black and red stretched from his back. The other figure, the same woman in red as from the vision before. His heart skipped a beat when he saw her gaze turn to him as if to acknowledge his presence in the moment.
He would blink once more and found he was now standing among the armored army, each one showing traits of being vampyre, but unique in their appearance. There was a level of diversity but one thing they all held in common was the trace of elven within them. He could see Hytori, Siltori, the Dratori, and Rathari as well, and even the aloof Neptori. Elves of all walks of life, men and women alike, were adorned in armor of pristine gold, red, and bronze. He could see clear as day as his own self stood before him.
But it wasn't so much himself, but an uncanny likeness. It was as if he was seeing part of a past life possibly. Then the man spoke, his words reverberating in Dreyfus's mind like a vibration. "Yield or Die!" he uttered, his voice commanding, carrying a weight that would crush the weak-willed. The mortal he spoke to spat at him and before the saliva could land at his doppelganger's feet he cleaved the man's head from his shoulders in a single stroke. Dreyfus watched as the figure turned and departed, orders being shouted in the distance. Stunned he could only watch as the army continued to unleash carnage upon the city.
The woman in red however came to stand before him. There was silence in the space they occupied as she just seemed to stand there, but soon took hold of his hand which delivered the same assault of pain to his mind, but scaring more visions into his head. He saw the entrance of the warrens, zooming through the first deep, stopping abruptly as a passageway opened up to him before zooming down it. Then came the sight of the lake of black water which now was glowing a rich blood red, currents of life and energy flowing through it. Then finally the woman in red again standing on the water's surface, but this time reaching out for him with some in her hand. If he wasn't mistaken it was a large gemstone, and he thought it could have been a dragonshard, but this one was different than any Sanguinyte shard he had ever seen. No this was alive as if there was an intelligence lurking beneath its surface. Then blackness and her voice once more
Come to me, inheriter of the Will of Blood Dragons.
Again he awoke in a cold sweat as he found himself crowded by some of the children of the village who had found him. He could see Hana being brought to him by one of the other children who were concerned about him. He found himself letting out a chuckle to keep suspicions low, but internally his mind was racing. Even with his best effort, Hana could tell this when she finally got a good look at him. "My lord you shouldn't overexert yourself you know." she reminded him, bringing a towel for his forehead to remove the sweat. As a woman with years of medical experience she could see the panic in his eyes and with a gentle and motherly nudge she motioned for him to stand and walk with her.
If there is something you wish to discuss to help alleviate your burden, I am all ears, my lord. she offered, though Dreyfus would have none of it. With a shaky smile, he patted the hand she was using to guide him back to the manor. "I assure you there is no need to worry about my well being." he told her, though he was certain she saw right through him and his false reassurance. More over he was more concerned with the fact that the vision was far more detailed this time around, which didn't sit well with him. He began to wonder what the next one would hold for him as he was escorted back into the refurbished walls of the estate. ⚜
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"Silandris Speech"
"Self-Thoughts"
