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The Harrowing: Fayte's trials begin.
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Fayte knew the time had come for him to depart he had to return to the place where he was born. His kind were born blessed and cursed to see what lay before them a curious fact when you bear in mind his kind were now all but extinct. The Harrowing marked the young ones journey into true adulthood. His twenty first birthday was in a few days time and in truth he hid the fact that failure to complete the Harrowing deadly as it was would mean his end. Fayte packed his possessions for his journey, pausing he picked up the wolf he had carved for Ara, he packed the pocket blade his brother Gge had given him and also picked up the cloak pin his best friend had given him. silently as the moon descended he slipped silently out of his window clambering into the boughs of the one nearby tree. He was stunned at first how unsteady he had become as a child moving through the trees was as easy to him as most did so on the ground. Pulling his hood up high he moved off keeping to the trees so not a track or trace would be left behind as the rain began to beat down harder and harder. He had of course left a note for his family of course yet as he departed into the woods a strong gust of wind blew his window open hammering the shutter against the side of the house as the note was swept up along with his sketches as it got snagged in the shutter the storm raged on soon the paper soaked through so only his name remained and a near illegible smudge of his weak hand writing. Making his way deep into the forest his cloak became soaked through as he travelled towards the mountains the place where he was born. Within a few hours the storm had picked up into a frenzy the wind howling in his ears as the flashes of lightning tore up the darkening sky.
It was near nightfall when he reached the base of the mountain his body near soaked through as he paused to catch his breath before beginning his slow ascent. Not using any form of aid he had to rely on his own two hands as he pulled himself up he needed to save his magic for when it was needed. His muscles began to ache as he gripped the rock face his fingers pressed into the rock as it grazed and cut his flesh. Growling he refused to yield dragging himself higher, as he did so a bolt of lightning tore through the heavens slamming into the mountain in a blinding flash forcing the young man to shield his eyes with one arm as he was dazed he felt the shower of stone and earth fro before as he hung there one handed. He could hear the groan of the ancient stone as the mountain was shook by the force as he managed to find his grip his eyes closed a moment before continuing his ascent.
Reaching up he strained his muscles as he exerted himself as his fingernails grasped and clawed at the near vertical wall of stone. Finding a handhold he clasped it hastily without testing it only as he began to shift his grip did he have a heartbeat to realise his error as the ground caved in as he began to fall he tried to grasp at the stone only to feel it tear his fingers. Panic began to set in as he felt himself hurtling downwards. In a last ditch attempt to stop his terminal fall he he grabbed his old dagger slamming it with all his might into the stone. To his relief the blade found purchase on his third attempt lodging in a deep crack. The resulting force of gravity being denied made him cry out as pain tore through his shoulder and upper arm yet instinct alone he held to the dagger as his body slammed into the stone wall. Trying to haul himself up the pain spiked like a spear rammed through his shoulder. Just as he tried to work out what to do he heard the sound of metal creaking. The dagger he had since he was a boy the notched blade that had saved his life many a time creaked as the blade snapped. Falling once more a short distance he landed with a sickening thud on a ledge the wolfshead dagger hilt dropping from his cold numb fingers as it spiralled into the dark hundreds if feet till it clattered to the ground. Tasting blood in his mouth Fayte tried to move only to feel the ground creaking again.
"My damn..luuuuck" The last word distorted as the ground cracked and he tumbled cursing as he fell into a long forgotten tunnel sliding with increasing speed into the mountain itself. tumbling hard as he slid and fell for what felt like an eternity the dark passage swallowing him as he felt the ground leave him one more time followed by a brief relief as nothing but air surrounded him before yet again landing hard as he tried to move darkness enveloped him as his eyes closed and he slipped into that darkness. As he faded in and out of conciousness he could hear the chittering sound that reminded him of rats though much larger sounding than anything he had every heard as he lost conciousness he knew he was not alone.
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