The Greatest Fear 2
When morning found her she was by a stream, lying where she had fallen from sheer exhaustion. She got up, and began washing the cuts on her arms, legs, and face. The cuts had long since dried and scabbed over. For so much pain the wounds were very shallow, and all that blood couldn’t have come from all of these cuts.
As she scrubbed at the wounds a blue light began to shimmer, flowing from her hands around her body like the water she sat in. She began to panic as it rose above her nose, cutting off her airway for about a second before it flowed back into her hands and out of sight. She looked down into the water, now oddly still, and saw what her face looked like for the first time in her memory.
The eyes captured her attention first, the right iris a constantly changing color of blue with no pupil, and the left a blood-red slit-pupil surrounded by an iris so green it was almost black. Then the snow-white hair that looked as if the ends had been dipped in blood. Small fading scars littered her arms and face. She stood up, water rushing off her baggy black pants that had twenty pockets in various places, and several more hidden ones that held throwing knives judging by the weight. Her shoulders shifted back, feeling the skin of her shoulders moving the soft forest green loose short-sleeved shirt.
The glass and metal beads on the dark red and black string choker clinked as she moved, and the light mithryl chain she used as a belt chinked as she walked away from the stream and her reflection, her bare feet making no noise as she moved through the grass, sun beating down on her back.
Looking down at she saw oddly shaped tattoos forming on the backs of her feet and hands. In a flash she knew what they meant; with the left hand’s symbol as fire, the right hand’s symbol as water, the right foot’s symbol air, and the left foot’s symbol earth. Well that explained the healing at least. She had some elemental magics, and now she wondered what the others could do.
As she scrubbed at the wounds a blue light began to shimmer, flowing from her hands around her body like the water she sat in. She began to panic as it rose above her nose, cutting off her airway for about a second before it flowed back into her hands and out of sight. She looked down into the water, now oddly still, and saw what her face looked like for the first time in her memory.
The eyes captured her attention first, the right iris a constantly changing color of blue with no pupil, and the left a blood-red slit-pupil surrounded by an iris so green it was almost black. Then the snow-white hair that looked as if the ends had been dipped in blood. Small fading scars littered her arms and face. She stood up, water rushing off her baggy black pants that had twenty pockets in various places, and several more hidden ones that held throwing knives judging by the weight. Her shoulders shifted back, feeling the skin of her shoulders moving the soft forest green loose short-sleeved shirt.
The glass and metal beads on the dark red and black string choker clinked as she moved, and the light mithryl chain she used as a belt chinked as she walked away from the stream and her reflection, her bare feet making no noise as she moved through the grass, sun beating down on her back.
Looking down at she saw oddly shaped tattoos forming on the backs of her feet and hands. In a flash she knew what they meant; with the left hand’s symbol as fire, the right hand’s symbol as water, the right foot’s symbol air, and the left foot’s symbol earth. Well that explained the healing at least. She had some elemental magics, and now she wondered what the others could do.
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