Awakenings
A hundred years spent in peaceful communion with the planet, spending time with all of those that had been family to him, those he had missed. The red haired half Cetra Turk supposed it couldn’t last forever, as much as he wished it could. When Minerva had come to him, calling to bloodlines that he had thought long since extinguished, it swelled up inside of him like a tide, and there was no saying no, whether he wished he could have or not.
You are needed, my Child. You were not called upon to serve as your people before you were called, but there is no choice. So few of my Children remain untainted by the Calamity’s touch, All of you will be needed to help fight the battles to come. How I wish I did not have to send you into danger once more, but there is no other option.
Soon it felt like he was rising upward, almost a sucking sensation like to a toilet flushing backward, sucking him back toward the physical world, back toward lights and sensation. He wasn’t sure where he landed when he was spat out of the Lifestream, but all he could do was heave panting, gasping breaths as he coughed and choked on the viscous substance that still resided in the bottoms of lungs that were pulling in air for the first time in a century.
As Reno flopped over, one long fingered hand slapped against a cheek, and he gasped out an apology, not yet realizing who he had inadvertently slapped upon his awakening in the center of the Ancient City.
