A Tale of Two Squirrels
Sareen's trials and tribulations along the trail of the Techno-mage.
Chapter one: Awakening
Do you feel the energies around you?
That surround you, filling the very air we breathe
Grasp on to that energy, let it enter you
Become a part of you
Only then will you be able to channel it.
That surround you, filling the very air we breathe
Grasp on to that energy, let it enter you
Become a part of you
Only then will you be able to channel it.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Amongst the ruins of a long forgotten troll empire a young woman sat, her arms unfurrow at each side as deep breaths flowed to and fro. Uncommon to her lifestyle, instead of being overpowered by complex mechanicals, she sat alone with nothing but the overgrowth of nature. For the longest of time she had sat here, sometimes pausing to return to her mechanical life, yet time after time she would find herself returning to this very spot to ponder her life… and recently, a new path to follow. In all of her years, this path had been hidden from her, sheltered as if it would be wounded by her very knowledge of her existence. Yet now she knew, she knew full well, and it was only a matter of time before her curiosity got the best of her.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
She sat in the midst of an old hut, whose thatching had recently begun to give way leaving now a small rivulet of rain water to fall by her side. Never the less, this managed to provide on distraction to the engineer who had been so lost in thought.
Do you feel the power?
Good.
Now take this power, focus it into the palm of your hand.
What? You can’t channel it?
Don’t worry… sometimes it can take months, even years to perfect it.
I’m sure you’ll get it soon…
Good.
Now take this power, focus it into the palm of your hand.
What? You can’t channel it?
Don’t worry… sometimes it can take months, even years to perfect it.
I’m sure you’ll get it soon…
One of her open hands slowly curled into a fist as her thoughts raced. She did not want to wait years, or months, she wanted to delve into this new science, to sedate her burning curiosity. There was no time for patience.
Still, her other hand remained open, flexing on occasion as she desperately drew in all she could into this practice.
Here, this might help…
Put this magic to an emotion.
Take your pick, any emotion so long as you can call upon it.
Emotion….
Put this magic to an emotion.
Take your pick, any emotion so long as you can call upon it.
Emotion….
Her nose twitched, eyes wrenched, figure tensed with displeasure. Oh how she hated to recall her emotions. Love came easily, given she had a caring mate to cling to whenever she pleased… yet love was too tender of emotion… she needed something else… something unstable.
Hatred…
How many years had it been?
It doesn’t matter...
Her father. Her mother. Her village. Murlocs and sea witches… Her missing eye.
Within seconds it had swelled…
“Stupid b***h! You can’t do shit right! Hell you couldn’t even bear me a son, instead giving me this useless rat of a child!” The elder troll pointed a rigid finger towards the young Sareen, who had only recently returned from her substantial head wound. “And you, such a disgrace you are! You were tasked to do –one thing-! –One-! And you can’t even complete that, instead loosing that damn eye of yours. Pah, useless, the both of you!”
Hatred, oh how it burned within. How it swelled to the top…
The urge to kill, the lust for blood. A feral mindlessness had nearly taken over as she arose from her meditation, snarling and howling without half a mind as to her surroundings. Her fists had been bore, yet an odd sight was amongst it all as her left forearm had entirely been enveloped in flickering arcane. Without a single mind as to what its purpose or origin was, she lashed the hand forth, sending the mass of hate-fueled arcane forth towards the river blow, sending a torrent of water shooting into the air above.