A Veiled Vision

Sentinel Island - Haven
JP with Omni and Lorem

“I think I scared it?” Gonyaul said with an equal mixture of both confusion and certainty.

Draza’a eyebrows danced through emotions at the remark of scaring the ancient one. First it was incredulity, then revelation, then was it… jealousy?

“You? Ha!” she mocked.

Ilyra leaned back and smiled a knowing smile and Ylja’s face turned to one of righteous elation.

“I knew. I foresaw thy coming, did I not, Grandmother?” She turned to Ilyra, then back at Gonyaul. “Thou shalt aid us in vanquishing him."

“Ylja… e’shada.” Draza shook her head impatiently and she rekindled the small fire.

Ylja rolled her eyes and sighed, sitting down cross legged in front of Gonyaul. She wasn’t sure he’d be hungry after what he went through, but she offered him the tray of food anyway.

Gonyaul was inclined to agree with Draza. He had been proven time and time again to be out of his depth when confronting dangerous situations. It would no doubt be someone like Draza, Voah, Alexis, or Tarmen that were capable and equipped to handle such evil. Yet, the confidence in the young girl was hard not to feel encouraged by.

As the girl sat before him with food, Gonyaul slowly came out of his huddled form; he didn’t want to give Draza an excuse for disciplining him. He crossed his legs and took the tray of food she offered. He was starving.

“Thank you.” He whispered with a grateful expression. Gonyaul than began to eat. It was obvious he was desperate for the meal.

When he had eaten enough to trust they weren’t going to take it away prematurely, he slowed down. “You foresaw me?” He asked her, while simultaneously wondering how she managed to do such a thing. His body language and tone begged for an explanation.

“Thou speakest strangely…” Ylja said with a smile. “Still, I comprehend thee. Aye. I beheld a vision of one… a figure adorned with ebon hair and pale markings. Yet, thou remained veiled to clarity. Thou devoured the ancient one’s fire and shadow with thy very presence.”

He could say the same about their use of language. The manner with which they spoke was similar, but felt more complex and intricate with how the sounds and syllables were articulated. It made him believe that his language might be the derivative of the two.

Gonyaul didn’t have the heart to say that he thought she might have mistaken him for some other hero. She had the wrong guy, any other person on the beach would have been a better choice to capture them him. He wasn’t putting himself down, it was objective facts based on past performance.