S.H.A.D.E Kvothe's Past
Posted: Sat Jul 03, 2010 1:43 pm
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“Light and darkness have the same root, Kvothe. Remember that.”
The young son of Harmonia nodded enthusiastically. It was early autumn in Leafre, and the leaves were just starting to turn yellow and gold. “Lemme give it a try!” he exclaimed, rearing to give the Light/Dark Fusion skill a try.
Harmonia nodded and took a few steps away from Kvothe. “Very well, my son. As a White Knight, you are blessed in white magic. But deep down, you have a core of darkness. Focus upon it, and you will be granted the power of darkness. Be careful.”
Focus… Focus…
The White Knight gave an anguished cry as pain jolted through his body. His white armor shone brightly for a brief moment before turning a deep purple. The mace Kvothe had on his back shone and transformed into an ugly, cursed mallet, filled to the brim with the power of darkness.
Beads of sweat formed on the boy’s face. “I did it!” he cried, wiping the sweat off his brow. “I managed to successfully execute a forbidden skill on first try, Harmonia!”
Harmonia did not smile. “The task is not yet over,” the Warrior fourth job instructor said. “The hardest part is turning back to light.”
The White Knight stared at the instructor, his mother. “For real?” he murmured. The youth closed his eyes and focused. Uhhh… Almost there…
“Aaaaaagh!”
Kvothe fell onto the floor, gasping for breath. With every breath, another shot of pain rippled up his spine. The pain was almost unbearable to the boy that was only 15 years old. He felt a trickle of warmth from his mouth, and immediately he knew what it was. Blood.
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Kvothe spent the next few weeks in his dark form, unable to morph back into a being of light. As he now had a totally different body, no one recognized him. To prevent people knowing that he had learnt a forbidden skill, he had to use another name – Caelin.
Many people wondered where Kvothe had went. Caelin could only lie about his whereabouts, telling everyone that “Kvothe” had gone to Perion to meet with Dances with Balrog.
One day, he heard a rumour that someone had used a communication crystal to contact the elderly Dances with Balrog, and the chief warrior claimed that he had not seen the White Knight since his third job advancement half a year ago. That day, Caelin decide to go public about where “Kvothe” was.
It was the biggest mistake he would ever do.
Overnight, hundreds of Cygnus Knights had been assigned to capture him, and they had busted into his treetop residence in the middle of the night. The White Knight escaped with his mother, running through the forest, desperately trying to outrun the knights.
Caelin could feel the arrows falling into the ground behind him, and he knew the Knights were getting closer. He turned to the left to check on his mother, and saw no one.
No. No…
He turned back, and saw the arrow-studded body of his mother.
He cried out, a scream of pain and sadness – and finally, he reverted to his light form. He would run no longer. He would face the Knights head on.
The White Knight slung his mace over his back. The bodies of almost a hundred Knights lay languishing on the ground. The world was lit up briefly by a brilliant flash of green. Level 120.
Not that the boy had anyone to claim his fourth job advancement from, anyway. His mother was dead. That was all that mattered.
Kvothe turned his head up to the sky. The fireflies were dancing in the air, ominous to the stench of fresh blood in the air. The moon was shining on the boy’s face, as if it was trying to console the White Knight.
He ran to where his mother’s corpse lay, and he wept.
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I will rewrite this soon, I did this in a foul mood.
“Light and darkness have the same root, Kvothe. Remember that.”
The young son of Harmonia nodded enthusiastically. It was early autumn in Leafre, and the leaves were just starting to turn yellow and gold. “Lemme give it a try!” he exclaimed, rearing to give the Light/Dark Fusion skill a try.
Harmonia nodded and took a few steps away from Kvothe. “Very well, my son. As a White Knight, you are blessed in white magic. But deep down, you have a core of darkness. Focus upon it, and you will be granted the power of darkness. Be careful.”
Focus… Focus…
The White Knight gave an anguished cry as pain jolted through his body. His white armor shone brightly for a brief moment before turning a deep purple. The mace Kvothe had on his back shone and transformed into an ugly, cursed mallet, filled to the brim with the power of darkness.
Beads of sweat formed on the boy’s face. “I did it!” he cried, wiping the sweat off his brow. “I managed to successfully execute a forbidden skill on first try, Harmonia!”
Harmonia did not smile. “The task is not yet over,” the Warrior fourth job instructor said. “The hardest part is turning back to light.”
The White Knight stared at the instructor, his mother. “For real?” he murmured. The youth closed his eyes and focused. Uhhh… Almost there…
“Aaaaaagh!”
Kvothe fell onto the floor, gasping for breath. With every breath, another shot of pain rippled up his spine. The pain was almost unbearable to the boy that was only 15 years old. He felt a trickle of warmth from his mouth, and immediately he knew what it was. Blood.
_________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Kvothe spent the next few weeks in his dark form, unable to morph back into a being of light. As he now had a totally different body, no one recognized him. To prevent people knowing that he had learnt a forbidden skill, he had to use another name – Caelin.
Many people wondered where Kvothe had went. Caelin could only lie about his whereabouts, telling everyone that “Kvothe” had gone to Perion to meet with Dances with Balrog.
One day, he heard a rumour that someone had used a communication crystal to contact the elderly Dances with Balrog, and the chief warrior claimed that he had not seen the White Knight since his third job advancement half a year ago. That day, Caelin decide to go public about where “Kvothe” was.
It was the biggest mistake he would ever do.
Overnight, hundreds of Cygnus Knights had been assigned to capture him, and they had busted into his treetop residence in the middle of the night. The White Knight escaped with his mother, running through the forest, desperately trying to outrun the knights.
Caelin could feel the arrows falling into the ground behind him, and he knew the Knights were getting closer. He turned to the left to check on his mother, and saw no one.
No. No…
He turned back, and saw the arrow-studded body of his mother.
He cried out, a scream of pain and sadness – and finally, he reverted to his light form. He would run no longer. He would face the Knights head on.
The White Knight slung his mace over his back. The bodies of almost a hundred Knights lay languishing on the ground. The world was lit up briefly by a brilliant flash of green. Level 120.
Not that the boy had anyone to claim his fourth job advancement from, anyway. His mother was dead. That was all that mattered.
Kvothe turned his head up to the sky. The fireflies were dancing in the air, ominous to the stench of fresh blood in the air. The moon was shining on the boy’s face, as if it was trying to console the White Knight.
He ran to where his mother’s corpse lay, and he wept.
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I will rewrite this soon, I did this in a foul mood.
