Noah Hope seems gone But we'll make it out alive He had barely stepped from the closing of the meeting when he felt it. The burn within his throat and the bending of his bones. Noah's heart hammered against his chest as his legs, without order or command, began running. He ran and ran, as fast as he could, towards the edge of the refuge. He ran until the first inch of him reached the magical barrier, and then he threw his body from it. He threw himself into the winter of King's End, and clutched the compass. His feet touched the ground again in the Hollowed Grounds. He ran and ran, using his magic as he could to blink himself faster and faster. His heart pounded, sweat beading on his head despite the chill of the air. The world around him was dark, and cold, and he only focused on the light ahead of him. The Sentinel appeared in the temple, the last of his magic spent as his eyes fell on his god. Vi. The God of Life. Breathing hard, Noah immediately went to his knees. He balanced himself with his palms on his thighs, the effort of coming in such a short time (was it seconds? minutes? Hardly more than that), but his mind bursting against itself knowing that he was somehow late to the call. "Vi," he breathed, glacier eyes never having left the deity's face, "here I am." He said, the words coming from his lips without the control of his thoughts, pushed with every fiber of him and the weight of the words falling in on him as he saw the line of Vi's jaw. |
