The Burden of Knowing [Simon, Tehodis] May 4, 2018 22:31:10 GMT -7
Post by Endless Laeretti on May 4, 2018 22:31:10 GMT -7
Endless was in the midst of a terrible change. Or perhaps a more appropriate word would have been a reversion. For it wasn't as though anything was happening to make Endless into something different; something was happening to remind Endless of what he'd already been. Where he'd been. What he'd seen. What he knew. And who he'd known. Endless saw it all play out in front of his eyes as clear as day. One moment he was sitting by a fire drinking a warm tea. And the next he was on a beach in Submiere. Urla had just died a few days ago. The sweet old lady he'd been living with. He was miserable. He didn't know what to do or where to go.
Then there was Tehodis, running into him on the beach. She seemed lost, confused. Didn't know where she was. Didn't seem to remember much. And then she was telling him about Fairy Rings, and how they could escape to the Feywild together. It seemed important to her to just... get away. And somehow they found one. In seemingly no time at all, there was the ring. And then they were in another place altogether, some place bright and strange and new. Streams of lava arcing through the air, a strange-colored sky, giant mushrooms that talked, condensed balls of magical energy hurtling through the air randomly.
And then he was there. Rill. It was like seeing him for the first time all over again and Endless could feel how his four-years-younger self was immediately infatuated. Rill was incredibly easy on the eyes, and the outfit he was wearing certainly aided in that. Rill took him and Tehodis to the nearby city, the Hidden City, and let them take shelter from a magical storm. And then he took them around, and though it was only a day or so of touring, the time seemed to stretch into weeks. Endless and Tehodis decided to stay. Rill gave them food. And Endless suddenly regretted his decision entirely.
More days that felt like weeks passed. Endless descended into misery. But Rill was there. Rill lit him up, if only a little. But Endless longed for the moon. And Tehodis and Rill wanted to give it to him. Rill gave it to him in the form of illusion... Tehodis tried to give him the real thing in the form of sacrifice. Endless and Rill raced to rescue her, to save her from...
Haelrin. There he was. The master of this place. The God who was like a monster. A fiend. He treated them as playthings. Property. He stole Tehodis's... her mind, her being, her something that Endless couldn't be sure of. He took Rill, commanding that wicked Sybelle. He banished Endless and summoned an involuntary exit for him. An exit in the form of a bird, a massive bird of blue plumage. A bird that chastised Endless for his errors and urged him to correct them. A bird that promised that he had a great purpose ahead of him. Endless did what he thought was impossible and grabbed Tehodis with his mind alone, snatching her from Haelrin's grasp.
The next thing he could remember, he was on the beach with Tehodis again. A memory that mingled with what fuzzy recollections he'd already had before taking the potion. Except this time, he saw the memory with the knowledge of where they'd just been. This time the memory wasn't quickly fading away. This time Endless had clarity.
And now he was back in Simon's cottage. He was gasping, heaving, staring at shaking hands. His tea cup was on the floor, shattered into pieces, and he was pretty sure Simon was beside him calling his name, a hand firmly locked on Endless's arm. Endless couldn't pay attention to it. A chunk of his missing life was back. He remembered why Tehodis was important to him. He remembered that the Gods were real and that one of them was a tyrant. He remembered that Rill was captive, and he remembered the way time worked between where he was, and where Rill was. His mind worked to try and figure out how long had passed for him, how long had he been locked away or tortured or dead. How long until a year had passed in the Feywild. How long before Haelrin might dispatch fairies to try and steal Tehodis away again. His mind was also frantically working at digesting the message he'd received from the massive bird. The bird that had seemed to stop time entirely to speak with Endless, and give him a message he'd had bare moments to even think about before he was trying to rescue Tehodis, and before his memory was then stolen away. Now he could recall the message perfectly, and nothing felt more pressing than the feeling of recognition deep in his gut as that bird locked eyes with him, speaking words that sounded like a disappointed mother, speaking words that stirred some sense in him, some feeling that he couldn't name. Like he'd been lost in the dark and finally found a light to lock his gaze onto for just a moment.
"I," he finally said, speaking up and turning to Simon, his chest still heaving. "I need to talk to Tehodis."