Post by The Great Other on Sept 6, 2012 9:48:24 GMT -5
The cells of Baelish Keep were dark and cold, Donal didn’t know how much time he had already spent there he only knew that he was hungry, freezing and his leg was hurting and festering for a guard’s stab. “Why did I do that? I could have simply turned and went to talk to my brother, but no I had to show myself like a peacock.” He muttered to himself, for the only company he had were the passing filthy rats that inhabited the cells.
Time passed, it could have been minutes, hours or days but for him it made no difference. This time famine took him, he needed something. “A rat… yes yes a rat…. I must catch one…” It’s too dark for him to see one but he heard the creature squeak. “How ironic a servant of the Lord of Light trapped in this darkness…” He could have chuckled if energy still ran through his body…. He jumped in the animal’s direction, and nothing the beast ran. You shall bring light to the darkness a voice with a soft Braavosi accent spoke in his head, he knew that voice but he didn’t know from whom… Just concentrate brother and R’hollor will give you strength… “Who are you? Why are you telling me this?” His jump cost him his last energy left, he stood facing the filthy ground. Even the smallest creature searches for light… the voice wouldn’t stop. And suddenly he realized… In a struggle of pain he managed to sit, he focused… and remembered the prayers they had taught him back in Braavos.
“R’hllor, Lord Of Light, Heart Of Fire, God of Flame and Shadow, I your servant come here to beg your mercy, give me some of your powers and let them guide me into the Light…. In this time of horror give me your fire and keep the Other at bay. I am no man; I am the channel where The Lord propagates his will…” And for a moment he saw it growing on his hand, a small flame, but even the smallest light can shine on a place of darkness… And he saw it clear, standing right in front of him, the rats were coming, they were searching for the light as a moth goes to a candle. A tear fell from his left eye… “Thank you, my lord…”. The flame flew from his hand onto a rat… the creature screeched and died. The food problem was solved…
Now with his energy back his abilities were coming back stronger than ever, his will of living had permitted him that… But his leg still hut, he had taken a few classes of healing, but never cared much for them, now he really wanted to go back in time and listen to Old Master Moqar… He had nothing to lose; once again he summoned the flame and calmly passed it against the festered bruise… and suddenly the pain had gone away, the whole was evidently healing…
A screech came from the opening door, and in a sudden rush all the lights were gone again, and a man shape entered the room… He checked to see if Donal was still alive and went away. Once again he summoned the flame and said… “Thank you, R’hllor…”
(Occult improves to expert)
Time passed, it could have been minutes, hours or days but for him it made no difference. This time famine took him, he needed something. “A rat… yes yes a rat…. I must catch one…” It’s too dark for him to see one but he heard the creature squeak. “How ironic a servant of the Lord of Light trapped in this darkness…” He could have chuckled if energy still ran through his body…. He jumped in the animal’s direction, and nothing the beast ran. You shall bring light to the darkness a voice with a soft Braavosi accent spoke in his head, he knew that voice but he didn’t know from whom… Just concentrate brother and R’hollor will give you strength… “Who are you? Why are you telling me this?” His jump cost him his last energy left, he stood facing the filthy ground. Even the smallest creature searches for light… the voice wouldn’t stop. And suddenly he realized… In a struggle of pain he managed to sit, he focused… and remembered the prayers they had taught him back in Braavos.
“R’hllor, Lord Of Light, Heart Of Fire, God of Flame and Shadow, I your servant come here to beg your mercy, give me some of your powers and let them guide me into the Light…. In this time of horror give me your fire and keep the Other at bay. I am no man; I am the channel where The Lord propagates his will…” And for a moment he saw it growing on his hand, a small flame, but even the smallest light can shine on a place of darkness… And he saw it clear, standing right in front of him, the rats were coming, they were searching for the light as a moth goes to a candle. A tear fell from his left eye… “Thank you, my lord…”. The flame flew from his hand onto a rat… the creature screeched and died. The food problem was solved…
Now with his energy back his abilities were coming back stronger than ever, his will of living had permitted him that… But his leg still hut, he had taken a few classes of healing, but never cared much for them, now he really wanted to go back in time and listen to Old Master Moqar… He had nothing to lose; once again he summoned the flame and calmly passed it against the festered bruise… and suddenly the pain had gone away, the whole was evidently healing…
A screech came from the opening door, and in a sudden rush all the lights were gone again, and a man shape entered the room… He checked to see if Donal was still alive and went away. Once again he summoned the flame and said… “Thank you, R’hllor…”
(Occult improves to expert)