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Asphodel's Echoes
Chapter 1 (In Progress) Asphodel
Asphodel's POV
Four years ago my parents died. Four years I've been wandering, alone. Four years since I've discovered what I can do.
Loneliness is a funny thing, isn't it? It's always with you, sometimes you can ignore it, others you can't help but acknowledge it's presence. I guess I'm not completely alone, I have Echo. Echo is my dwarfed dragon companion. I found him during my travels, he was close to death, so, I saved him and he's kept me company since then.
I travel around all the time, I don't have a place to call home so I wander. I never stay in one place very long. During my travelings I meet lots of nice people, but I just can't let myself stay, not without worrying.
I can manipulate the weather. I can make it rain, snow, hail, anything. I can summon a tornado on the clearest day. I can also summon spirits, and talk to them. Despite what you may think, it's not actually that cool. It's kind of annoying actually, everywhere I go I can sense them.
When I'm traveling I wear a black cloak with a matching dress that reaches just above my knee underneath, and dark gray tights. Otherwise when I'm in a town a wear my silk blue cloak, so that I don't look unusual. Most people already have suspicions about me because of the tattoo by my left eye, it's a black line that comes to a curve at the end with another curved black line branching off of it and white dots around it. My pale skin and contrasting black hair most likely play a part in their suspicions too. Most probably think I'm a vampire.
I usually carry two daggers with me, best not to rely only on my fighting skills. If I'm expecting a fight, I'll grab my sword and conceal it under my cloak.
I see a town in the distance. "Well, Echo, looks like that's where we're going next." He nods and lays down on my shoulder.
As I walk into the town, I notice how run down it is. It looks like no one's lived here in years. I walk into the house Echo told me. As I walk around, I notice that there are many paintings, most are gloomy. The walls are dark brown and there are chipped pots strewn about.
I hear some rustling and snap my head in that direction. It is a man in a long coat. He must be Henry. I look over at Echo, he makes a small noise. The man looks at Echo, his eyes widen. He turns and whispers something. This guy is crazy, I thought. Then I feel someone breathing on my neck.
I whip around and grab the person by their neck. It's another man. He tries to pry my hand off his neck and fails. I'm much stronger than him, and faster. I hear someone running from behind me, I pretend not to notice and twist to hit them when they got too close. I didn't realize there were three men. The third caught me off guard and grabbed Echo. I regret not having brought my daggers with me.
I try to him in the face but one of the men on the ground grabs my other leg and I fall. I quickly get up and chase after the man who has Echo. He gets on a horse and starts riding away. I run after him, I'm almost in arms reach of the horse's tail, when I feel a sharp pain. I look down and see an arrow protruding from my leg. One of the men shot me.
Four years ago my parents died. Four years I've been wandering, alone. Four years since I've discovered what I can do.
Loneliness is a funny thing, isn't it? It's always with you, sometimes you can ignore it, others you can't help but acknowledge it's presence. I guess I'm not completely alone, I have Echo. Echo is my dwarfed dragon companion. I found him during my travels, he was close to death, so, I saved him and he's kept me company since then.
I travel around all the time, I don't have a place to call home so I wander. I never stay in one place very long. During my travelings I meet lots of nice people, but I just can't let myself stay, not without worrying.
I can manipulate the weather. I can make it rain, snow, hail, anything. I can summon a tornado on the clearest day. I can also summon spirits, and talk to them. Despite what you may think, it's not actually that cool. It's kind of annoying actually, everywhere I go I can sense them.
When I'm traveling I wear a black cloak with a matching dress that reaches just above my knee underneath, and dark gray tights. Otherwise when I'm in a town a wear my silk blue cloak, so that I don't look unusual. Most people already have suspicions about me because of the tattoo by my left eye, it's a black line that comes to a curve at the end with another curved black line branching off of it and white dots around it. My pale skin and contrasting black hair most likely play a part in their suspicions too. Most probably think I'm a vampire.
I usually carry two daggers with me, best not to rely only on my fighting skills. If I'm expecting a fight, I'll grab my sword and conceal it under my cloak.
I see a town in the distance. "Well, Echo, looks like that's where we're going next." He nods and lays down on my shoulder.
As I walk into the town, I notice how run down it is. It looks like no one's lived here in years. I walk into the house Echo told me. As I walk around, I notice that there are many paintings, most are gloomy. The walls are dark brown and there are chipped pots strewn about.
I hear some rustling and snap my head in that direction. It is a man in a long coat. He must be Henry. I look over at Echo, he makes a small noise. The man looks at Echo, his eyes widen. He turns and whispers something. This guy is crazy, I thought. Then I feel someone breathing on my neck.
I whip around and grab the person by their neck. It's another man. He tries to pry my hand off his neck and fails. I'm much stronger than him, and faster. I hear someone running from behind me, I pretend not to notice and twist to hit them when they got too close. I didn't realize there were three men. The third caught me off guard and grabbed Echo. I regret not having brought my daggers with me.
I try to him in the face but one of the men on the ground grabs my other leg and I fall. I quickly get up and chase after the man who has Echo. He gets on a horse and starts riding away. I run after him, I'm almost in arms reach of the horse's tail, when I feel a sharp pain. I look down and see an arrow protruding from my leg. One of the men shot me.