The night sky was clear...
The moon was full, and shining down upon the clearing...
The calm, natural breeze of the winter winds brushed through the woods...
... Or that was, until the atmosphere around the clearing darkened, the brightness dimming so quickly... the peaceful grace of the night replaced with tension and dark intent, as an obsidian-clad knight trampled over on his armored horse and looked down upon a slumbering boy...
“... Thou still hath not risen yet, child of darkness? How sad...” The hollow tone of the knight rang from his horned visage, making his detest with the boy’s laziness known. Sadly, all the words did was make him flop onto his back and groan in pain.
“Thy time is wasted on thee, and apparently so was thy queen’s... to think this is how you repay her... a waste of her power and hospitality, truly.” Another insult, with an angered, low growl to further show his... was it really anger, or just annoyance? Atleast this time his words stung, making the wounded boy finally open his eyes, finally staring up to the mounted warrior weakly.
“Oh good, thy curse still courses through thy soul... excellent.” That had some chuckling, low enough to barely be heard if it wasn’t for the helmet, but the boy did groan back. ”Foolish is the maiden to try and slay thee without a weapon of light, did you forget to warn her, son of Salem?” The only answer the knight got was a hiss, one more pained and angered. “Not even fire can down thee, Atlesian. Now rise, stop wasting thy queen’s time, for you hath rested for too long, and thou of all people should know that.” Sadly, Odin’s command rang to deaf, hopeless ears...
... that was until he drew his sword, Zantetsuken.
“I said RISE, son of Salem...!” The knight’s voice rang through the very woods that surrounded them, making them cower back as if a heavy gust of wind forced them back... definitely made the boy stagger back and finally get up, albeit slowly, and forcing the young boy to cough and whimper as he was on his two feet, being able to look down and be glad his body donned a set of simple, thin clothing... which was soon added upon by Odin’s own cloak being tossed over to the once-shivering lad, before he turned, facing the direction where the moon set as the boy wrapped the heavy cloak around himself.
“Come, child of the night... the sun shall rise soon enough, we must return to thy domain posthaste, lest thou wish to suffer the unforgiving chill of the morning sun and be forgotten for good.” Odin’s words managed to ring through the boy’s ears... ensuring a shy nod, before he stated to follow the footsteps of the knight’s armored mount, the echo of Odin’s voice and the sound of wind blowing soon replaced by nothing but silence...
