@wildberryoras || NON ISOLA STARTERS
Flickers from a warm campfire reflected against a most peculiar treasure rested in his palms. A bag full of unearthed gemstones and bars of gold long since forgotten as the golden headgear had been his current fixation. Curiosity piqued, wondering for what reasons would one go to such great lengths to stow away a simplistic item if not for its potential powers locked tightly inside? A thumb softly grazes against the lone gemstone decoring its center, wiping away old dust, earning a striking shine that only furthers his desires to understand what potential this treasure might hold.
The night hours only continue to crawl at a painfully slow pace, basking in the atmospheric sounds of local wildlife, their infrequent cries breaks apart the unnerving silence, only contested by the roars of a swiftly dying fire. His burning questions would have to remain unsolved for now. A yawn leads to stretched arms and the spreading of wings before sleep had its firm hold upon him. The mysterious relic rests beside him as his vision becomes all but a haze. Lids grow heavy, another yawn rumbles as he nestles himself further against the large wooden log feeling the cusp of slumber wash over him.
His body curls, eyes closed, breathing slowed to a deep, peaceful pace...
...The world surrounding him becomes infected by a thickening fog. Another unforgiving night, no respite from that same haunting dream which lasts for an eternity.
Arms reach upward towards two Knights knowing only one could be caught. Yet he tries. Despite all the odds stacked against him, he tries, fighting past waves of never ending nightmares, fighting against the exhaustion which had slowed all his movements, fighting against a terrible pain twisting knots in his heart. He stumbles forward as the Knight in blue finally falls into his hold. The additional weight is of no help in his endeavors, nevertheless, the hold he has tightens protectively, wasting no time in racing onward for the next. Every step feels as though his feet might sink deep into the ground. Her momentum seems to increase the more he draws near. Dread begins to fill every fiber of his being, doubts creeping in - he’s so close. He always gets so close.
It’s a trade off for whom he catches first, yet the outcome remains ever the same.
He reaches out and time slows, struggling to keep the unconscious Knight in his arm steady. They’re just within reach. With each dream that torments him, he finds himself lessening that distance. Fingers finally brush against vibrant red wears before the world floods with blinding white. The silence he’s left to wander in is overwhelming. He drowns in nothingness until shock spurs a sudden gasp and sends him jolting upright, rescued once more from his dreams.
Tired eyes greet the remnants of charred wood as the morning light begins to peek between the trees towering high above. It’s with a heavy sigh that he soon finds himself having more problems than those of a restless night; his hand blindly searching for his newly acquired treasure only to be greeted with emptiness...
