Heart Forth, My Dear, Heart Forth
Another View of Heart Forth, Alicia
He smiled at the two of us with such pride and joy, as if we were something grand. This wizard was proud of Höstra and I, considering we were the last wizards of any bloodline. But somehow, I had the feeling we had grown into something bolder and stronger . Maybe it’s getting to my head but I cannot shake this inexplicable feeling of an impending event that is life changing.
No, it’s the nerves. All wizards must feel this way on the day of their coming of age. Yes, I’m most certain of it.
I’ve spent my years training with Höstra, growing stronger and expanding my spell palette. He’s been my closest friend all this time. Perhaps, we mesh together so smoothly because of this struggle we carry on our shoulders. A strange marriage of honor and despair, we are the last youthful wizards remaining on Auster and there shall never be another after us.
Elthëlian is our great spirit that watches over us. After the great disaster all those centuries ago, Auster has been floating in the sky under the protection of the great spirit of light. People were safe and happy thanks to Elthëlian. When we decided to become involved with magic and wizardry, Elthëlian spited the people with infertility. Somehow, magic was considered dangerous and in an effort to protect the people, Elthëlian needed to prevent future wizards from existing.
By that point Höstra and I were just born. Ever since, people have treated the two of us as sacred beings. The last of our kind. What a burden to bear.
The eldest person in the village, Augolin, was passing along some words of wisdom to calm the two of us before the ceremony. This event had been highly anticipated by the village and everywhere we turned, people were giving us attention and praise.
But suddenly, he changed; the elder was angry and spitting out his words furiously.
“You have brought nothing but death to those around you..even your own mother,” he growled, starting to walk away from Höstra. He peered into my eyes with the most heart breaking anger I’d ever seen. It was crippling. His words dripping with venom, he warned, “..May the other Spirits have mercy on everyone.”
It was completely out of character for Augolin, the kindest man in the village.
He walked away a few paces then exploded before our eyes. A pool of blood rested before us where Augolin previously stood. Höstra and I were in a panic, I just couldn’t breathe.
What do we do – what do we do?
Though we were running around like headless chickens, we were desperately trying to seek help from anyone around. Not a soul was in sight. Somehow, we would up at the edge of Auster rather than the village.
Höstra was not acting like himself. No longer did he speak, rather, he just stared at me completely expressionless. It made me uneasy.
His eyes were soulless as he stepped closer. He pushed with all his might, knocking me over the ledge. I was falling into the void, death sure to greet me.
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[author image=”http://cliqist.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/01/julie.jpg” ]Julie Morley is a freelance writer and comic artist from Spring, Texas. She attended the Academy of Art University for two years, studying Animation and Illustration. Whilst here, she learned about writing comic scripts, storyboards, and general storytelling. Since leaving college, she has been working on personal comic projects, stories, and illustrations. She aspires to release a self published comic within two years. For the majority of her life, she has been playing console games, typically being third-person shooters and sandboxes. Her favorite game of existence is Dark Cloud II (Dark Chronicle) and her favorite Indie game is Gone Home.[/author]