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![]() Well, I know I haven't updated much in a very long time, and I apologize for that to anyone that may have been hoping I was.
Now, though, I'm going to guarantee I won't post anything here for a very, very long time. Why? I am going to stop drawing. Period. End of discussion. For how long? Not sure. Until my grades are back up, not so much as a doodle. Honestly, I just emptied out the front pocket of my sketchbook bag[where I keep everything important] so I no longer have to carry it. How is this not killing me?? Oh, who said it wasn't killing me? Two days in and I already want to gouge my eyes out. Actually, for other reasons, these past two days have been truly awful, resulting in me being in or on brink of tears at least 3 times. Oh well, that's not the point of this lovely one sided discussion we're having. Also, once I'm used to this torture, I'm increasing my masochism to no computer except on weekends. If that. And no going out with friends either. My grades are so bad and I am so completely stupid that this is probably the only course of action that will end in any form of results. So this is my explaination to anyone that cares, and now I bid thee adeiu. ----- EDIT IT'S FINALLY BREAK! THANK FREAKING GOD~! Two updates coming absolutely immediately. FINISHED updates. Like, I drew the whole body updates. A DRAWING A DAY, HELL YES~! Anycase, so it'll probably be more than that once Christmas preparations are over with >.>; Since my Messy messy room in the only one cleanable enough to fit a tree TT___TT ::has to clean... a lot:: And then with the shopping... And then my uncle and I still have to run get a tree... >.> SO MORE DRAWING WHEN THAT'S SAID AND DONE =D Though I do have to do some school work EVENTUALLY >.> DARN YOU DRAWING AND PAINTING, ALWAYS IMPEDING UPON MY ART D< Anyway~ YAY! Okay, byee~!
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In the clan of Grygernl, the inhabitants worshiped their god, Vernya. Vernya, they said, is a distant god, one who only speaks through ‘enlightened beings’ within their clan. It had been about half a century since one had been able to speak to Vernya, and the clan was falling into chaos. That is, until Kite was born.
Kite was the second son of the lower class family Myraael. There had been no prophecy, no telling of his coming. Not even his mother knew he was going to be born until three months beforehand. And yet he was born with no complications. His lungs were severely underdeveloped, and yet they didn’t collapse. It was as if the weight of the air didn’t touch him at all. It wasn’t until four months later that he finally opened his eyes, and the people knew. His left eye bore the color of his adept state, the color purple for graviga, and his hair naturally contained lilac lowlights that glowed softly during his infant state. He was a Primary. But that wasn’t all.
His right eye was Vernya’s symbol with the colors worn by the sacred elders. The clan declared him sanctified.
Kite grew slowly. He was never tall, never strong, and cursed with a weak immune system. He was, however, able to learn at rapid pace and spoke with an air of dignity unseen in one so young. Not that he spoke too often (he was two before he first spoke; a full sentence, though with slightly mispronounced words).
Jivauln, though at first jealous and hating of his younger brother, soon became Kite’s protector. He helped him with basic movements and tasks until Kite could learn how to do the same with his gravity magick. He taught him basic combat. He was the first to realize Kite’s intellect and began to teach him everything he’d learned in school.
Then the raids started. Neighboring villages were feeling the pressure since Grygernl had once again found its spirit. Thus, they decided to remove the threat by killing the object of their hope. First the elders, then the priests. Then Kite.
Kite’s mother and father were killed during the fourth raid, which occurred in the dead of the night one winter month. Jivauln was able to protect his brother, but lost the use of his left leg in the process. Kite, watching from the distance, killed the raiding party in a split instant, unconsciously forcing the air around them to grow so heavy that their spines shattered from the weight of their skulls. Jivauln was in awe, but swore that neither of them should tell this to anyone, fearing the remaining clan would try to mold Kite into a weapon.
When asked how they survived, Jivauln said it was an act by Vernya. The clan celebrated their good fortune. Jivauln began to study everything he could find having to do with Primaries and Veryna in hopes of finding a way to protect his brother.
During the next raid, Kite was, by all means, killed. He was outnumbered and suffering from sickness at the time, and had no chance against the crowd. They left him dead in the middle of the village to serve as a symbol for the rest of the clan. Jivauln, who had been at the keeping of the texts when the raid started, was unable to arrive in time due to his faulty leg. He came upon Kite barely a minute after the party had left, and started to plan.
Jivauln was a scholar. He knew things he shouldn’t know, and didn’t have anything to live for anymore. Thus, he decided to undergo a forbidden ritual that had only before been mentioned in legend, of how Vernya himself had been saved from death by his father. He transferred all of Kite’s physical damage to himself and, in a last-ditch attempt, offered his soul so that his brother may live. It was successful, and Kite was reborn in the arms of his dying brother. The shock was simply too much for one so young, and Kite demanded that his brother be alive. His latent connection with Vernya emerging, or perhaps just a sudden burst of his Primary magick, Jivauln was reborn. In Kite’s head.
Such mental turmoil was not survivable, as the two minds proved immediately incompatible and at their core began to try and force their perceived intruder out.
As if by fate, a mind-adept who had been searching for the awakened Primary was nearby and felt the stab of his Art being torn to shreds. Serine stood not 50 feet from the child. He walked over, weaving his aura into a comforting barrier between the two souls, and calmly asked Kite (whom he realized was the Core personality) what he wanted. Kite, unknowing of the consequences, simply cried that he wanted the pain to stop. So Serine, smiling all the while, stopped Jivauln’s mind from functioning. His brother was dead, and Kite couldn’t help but feel that he was the one who killed him.
Serine was able to coax Kite into coming with him to the Primary headquarters. He was able to convince Kite to let him use Jivauln’s body to save another Primary from death. Why? Because Kite was young, Kite was vulnerable, and Kite was desperate. And Serine is very…very convincing.