The awesome role-playing and drawing group Academy of Heroes is open for student applications for Semester 5!
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AoH was my first RP group and the dearest and closest to my heart - a big part of the reason why I'm active on dA today is due to the awesome people in this group. Give it a chance, you won't regret it!
(AND KAE SAYS, COME BE IN FLAVESCENS!! FLAV FOREVERRR go yellow yes)
>>New outfit/design/character sheet for semester 5!! WHOOOOO GO AOH! -> also we have a wiki yes (under construction) academyofheroes.wikia.com/===
Part 1 (Monet Event) | Part 2 (Flower Event) | Part 3 (you are here)
He had left under the guise of seeking Eden Masters to fill the gaping holes in the staff after that, but that wasn't his only goal and those weren't the only blank spots. He hadn't expected his past to catch up with him now--not now, not when he'd held his breath the first few months at the Academy, waiting--
Had it been two years already? Two years was not much at all compared to the span of his life, but far longer than he had expected his little jaunt to last. It'd been like taking a long, deep breath when the only thing he expected was to continue drowning in the tide pulling him ever downwards. He needed more time. Time for what? He didn't know.
So he left.
He picked his way over the ruins of Pelios, the petals of a single crushed eryngium lying flat in his left pocket, his pulse beating strong with every step.
He joined a caravan across the dunes of Eril'kath, grains of sand filling the empty places in his saddlebag, and resolved to ignore the waning of the moon.
He paused the longest in Denang, trained a hunting bird, a falcon, and learned to speak the language of the Brown River people before his feet wandered again.
He was sitting on a spire in Loutekivch, watching the dying sun flash across the thin blades he rolled over his knuckles, when he remembered.
It was like rowing through heavy skeins of fog, the memories a distant structure he could see only the bare outlines of. He leaned against the column of the temple, closing his eyes, and for a moment, it was not sandstone but cool granite under his palms. When he opened them again and looked out across the city below, the sun had already set, but the sky was still suffused with pink and purple and it was still bright enough to see individual households starting hearth fires and preparing their evening ablutions. The spike of envy he experienced made his vision swim and he considered pushing off the tower. He imagined falling horizontally through the air, spreading arms and feet wide, the wind whipping through his clothes and stinging tears into his eyes. He imagined hurtling to his end, adrenaline pumping heartbeats into his skull, embracing the final inch of his journey, and was overwhelmed by the heady rush of relief from the thought.
Taking a calming breath, he stood and raised his arms.
It would not kill him, but he could pretend, for a moment, he was free.
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