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tamingthemuseTitle: Untitled
Fandom: original
Prompt: Wander
Warnings: none
Rating: PG
Summary: Nazca has to leave those that had shown him how to love and live again.
Nazca could only focus on the magic calling to him, talking to him. Salima gripped his hand, and that alone kept him from walking right into the wind and reuniting with the elves he couldn’t remember.
Well, he could remember.
There was a flash of green that reminded him of a beautiful maiden that loved to play the harp and wrinkle her nose at Nazca when he made his magic flash for the young fey that loved to dance in the court of the Summer Prince.
And there was a long silver streak of magic that reminded him of a man that had mastered his magic in ways that no other elf had ever thought of, making his magic take its own form and becoming his close friend when his dragon companion had turned violent and had to be locked away least he harm the weaker species.
There was a small flint of brown that was the magic of a timid elf that hid in the shadows, content to be overlooked until someone needed his help.
More and more colors reminded him of elves he knew, and he could even put names to them. He thought he could hear their voices calling to him through their magic and it was painful. Salima’s hand reaching up and patting at his chest brought him back to the present and he knelt, letting her wipe his tears off his cheeks.
Her eyes were wide, and fear made her pale. She patted his cheek and she bit her lip. “Don’t go.”
His eyes went back to the magic. “I have to.”
She shook her head. “Don’t. You have to stay.” Her eyes flicked over his shoulder, away from Tanis and the men, back in the direction they had come from. “It is there. Without you, who will save us?”
He smoothed a hand down her hair. “It is after me, not you. When I go, it will go with me.”
She shook her head again, sending her curls bouncing. “I don’t want you to go.”
He caught both of her tiny hands and pressed them to his chest, staring into her eyes, willing for her to understand. Didn’t she know that he was weak against her pleas? But he had to do this, for his journey, every step of the way, had been laid out a long time ago, and he had to finish what he had started.
Her face crumpled as she read the truth in his face. Tears filled her eyes and spilt over and she lunged forward to wrap her arms around his neck. She didn’t sob, but her body shook with the force of her tears as she realized that he was going to leave her now.
“You’re my elf,” she said, her voice thin. “You’re mine. You said that each elf has a dragon, and each dragon has an elf. You’re mine.” Then she pushed away, her hands on his shoulders, her fingers digging in to his skin through the fabric of his thick tunic. There was the strength of a dragon there, he thought with pride. The proper food and the gold helped, and hopefully, without him, the two of them would find how to survive.
“You may go,” she said, her eyes glancing at the myriad colors swirling behind them. “But you have to return.”
He parted his lips to protest, to admit that he didn’t think to live beyond breaking the spell he didn’t know could be broken. She shook her head, a fierce frown twisting her features. “No, you will return.” If she were larger, he feared she might have tried to shake him, her hands were so tight on his shoulders.
He bit his lips. “Salima, my love,” he said. He placed one hand over his heart and bowed his head. “With the Living Mother’s bless, may I return.” It was all he could offer the child, and it was all she could do but accept.
She cried again, but didn’t lean into him as she buried her face in her hands. Nazca pressed a kiss to her brow and stood.
The others hadn’t moved from their spot, still talking in harsh tones, Tanis trying to gain entry into the hidden city, the guards wary and unmovable.
The horse had wandered a bit of distance away, but had its head bowed and its back turned to the magic storm. It had begun to nibble on the grass, content to eat for as long as it took for the men to pull themselves together.
The lizard had perched on a rock near the wall of colors, one of its cold orange eyes centered on Nazca, watching, waiting. Nazca nodded once to the creature, and the lizard scrambled off the rock and did its odd dance of a run toward them until it had arrived at Salima’s feet, pink tongue flicking out to touch her hand.
Nazca stepped around the child and lizard, his eyes once more upon the swirls of magic.
He could hear them calling him again, pulling at his magic, pulling him forward. His feet moved him as his mind left him, leaving him to walk forth into the wall, his hair whipping about, the tips biting as they lashed his cheeks.
He heard the absolute terror in Tanis’s voice as he caught sight of him walking into the wall, but he couldn’t turn away now, he couldn’t look away least he lose his nerve and beg the Living Mother to forget him.
That could never happen, he knew, but one could dream, could he not?
Fandom: original
Prompt: Wander
Warnings: none
Rating: PG
Summary: Nazca has to leave those that had shown him how to love and live again.
Nazca could only focus on the magic calling to him, talking to him. Salima gripped his hand, and that alone kept him from walking right into the wind and reuniting with the elves he couldn’t remember.
Well, he could remember.
There was a flash of green that reminded him of a beautiful maiden that loved to play the harp and wrinkle her nose at Nazca when he made his magic flash for the young fey that loved to dance in the court of the Summer Prince.
And there was a long silver streak of magic that reminded him of a man that had mastered his magic in ways that no other elf had ever thought of, making his magic take its own form and becoming his close friend when his dragon companion had turned violent and had to be locked away least he harm the weaker species.
There was a small flint of brown that was the magic of a timid elf that hid in the shadows, content to be overlooked until someone needed his help.
More and more colors reminded him of elves he knew, and he could even put names to them. He thought he could hear their voices calling to him through their magic and it was painful. Salima’s hand reaching up and patting at his chest brought him back to the present and he knelt, letting her wipe his tears off his cheeks.
Her eyes were wide, and fear made her pale. She patted his cheek and she bit her lip. “Don’t go.”
His eyes went back to the magic. “I have to.”
She shook her head. “Don’t. You have to stay.” Her eyes flicked over his shoulder, away from Tanis and the men, back in the direction they had come from. “It is there. Without you, who will save us?”
He smoothed a hand down her hair. “It is after me, not you. When I go, it will go with me.”
She shook her head again, sending her curls bouncing. “I don’t want you to go.”
He caught both of her tiny hands and pressed them to his chest, staring into her eyes, willing for her to understand. Didn’t she know that he was weak against her pleas? But he had to do this, for his journey, every step of the way, had been laid out a long time ago, and he had to finish what he had started.
Her face crumpled as she read the truth in his face. Tears filled her eyes and spilt over and she lunged forward to wrap her arms around his neck. She didn’t sob, but her body shook with the force of her tears as she realized that he was going to leave her now.
“You’re my elf,” she said, her voice thin. “You’re mine. You said that each elf has a dragon, and each dragon has an elf. You’re mine.” Then she pushed away, her hands on his shoulders, her fingers digging in to his skin through the fabric of his thick tunic. There was the strength of a dragon there, he thought with pride. The proper food and the gold helped, and hopefully, without him, the two of them would find how to survive.
“You may go,” she said, her eyes glancing at the myriad colors swirling behind them. “But you have to return.”
He parted his lips to protest, to admit that he didn’t think to live beyond breaking the spell he didn’t know could be broken. She shook her head, a fierce frown twisting her features. “No, you will return.” If she were larger, he feared she might have tried to shake him, her hands were so tight on his shoulders.
He bit his lips. “Salima, my love,” he said. He placed one hand over his heart and bowed his head. “With the Living Mother’s bless, may I return.” It was all he could offer the child, and it was all she could do but accept.
She cried again, but didn’t lean into him as she buried her face in her hands. Nazca pressed a kiss to her brow and stood.
The others hadn’t moved from their spot, still talking in harsh tones, Tanis trying to gain entry into the hidden city, the guards wary and unmovable.
The horse had wandered a bit of distance away, but had its head bowed and its back turned to the magic storm. It had begun to nibble on the grass, content to eat for as long as it took for the men to pull themselves together.
The lizard had perched on a rock near the wall of colors, one of its cold orange eyes centered on Nazca, watching, waiting. Nazca nodded once to the creature, and the lizard scrambled off the rock and did its odd dance of a run toward them until it had arrived at Salima’s feet, pink tongue flicking out to touch her hand.
Nazca stepped around the child and lizard, his eyes once more upon the swirls of magic.
He could hear them calling him again, pulling at his magic, pulling him forward. His feet moved him as his mind left him, leaving him to walk forth into the wall, his hair whipping about, the tips biting as they lashed his cheeks.
He heard the absolute terror in Tanis’s voice as he caught sight of him walking into the wall, but he couldn’t turn away now, he couldn’t look away least he lose his nerve and beg the Living Mother to forget him.
That could never happen, he knew, but one could dream, could he not?
