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<blockquote data-quote="hbarsquared" data-source="post: 2111025" data-attributes="member: 4550"><p><span style="color: deepskyblue"><strong>Prologue, Part Three</strong></span></p><p></p><p>The following day Abrina stood in front of the temple entrance, surrounded by a small circle of her closest friends, and wished her home of the past thirty years goodbye. Beams of sunlight dodged through the gauntlet of tree leaves dancing in the warm breeze, creating dancing figures on the stonework of the temple. Shadows played across faces of athletes, laughing in exultation and straining with effort, carved in relief into the marble. Some concentrated intently as they took aim with bows at targets, others swam through waters populated with any number of sea creatures, and still others bull-jumped. That last one was Abrina’s favorite. No one at this temple had put together a bull-jumping competition in years. It was her goal to be the first.</p><p></p><p>Abrina sighed again, forcing her gaze away from the temple walls and back to her friends. Otec tried his best to catch her eye and keep his focus on her, but the sunlight forced him to squint and blink away tears. Shani, with her long deep brown hair braided down her back, stood at Abrina’s side, clutching her hand as she tried to blink back tears, albeit not from the piercing morning rays. Elder Kevur stood to her right, and several others in a larger circle around them. This was to be her farewell, the likes of which no one could recall for their small temple, in the reclusive town of Haven.</p><p></p><p>“Abrina,” Kevur began, motioning her to turn toward him. She did, straightening her back and looking the man in his eyes, and did not turn away.</p><p></p><p>“Abrina, you go forth this day on a quest for your god. He who brings tidings for good and ill. For good, so that we may celebrate with festivals and games, food and drink, friends and family. For ill, so that we may be warned and prepared for the trials to come. Your journey begins this day to take ill tidings to our far neighbors in the city of Cauldron. May your return journey bring tidings that give us reason to celebrate.”</p><p></p><p>Behind Kevur, an acolyte pulled back the string of his bow and loosed an arrow. It arced overhead, held aloft in mid-air as if Ninurta Himself sought to grasp it and fling it across the land. Finally, it fell among a riotous garden of colorful flowers, a martial sentinel standing guard over its wards.</p><p></p><p>Everyone’s attention returned to Abrina and Kevur. Around his neck he wore an amulet, one Abrina had not seen him wear before, or had even seen anyone at the temple wear. A bright red stone that seemed to glow with an inner fire dangled from a golden chain, like a bead of blood still clinging to the smallest of cuts. It was this amulet that Kevur slowly removed from his head and placed it over Abrina’s own. As it descended, the light chain falling upon her shoulders and the stone falling upon her breast, she felt a warmth spread through her body and a sense of calm and safety fell over her heart.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="hbarsquared, post: 2111025, member: 4550"] [color=deepskyblue][b]Prologue, Part Three[/b][/color] The following day Abrina stood in front of the temple entrance, surrounded by a small circle of her closest friends, and wished her home of the past thirty years goodbye. Beams of sunlight dodged through the gauntlet of tree leaves dancing in the warm breeze, creating dancing figures on the stonework of the temple. Shadows played across faces of athletes, laughing in exultation and straining with effort, carved in relief into the marble. Some concentrated intently as they took aim with bows at targets, others swam through waters populated with any number of sea creatures, and still others bull-jumped. That last one was Abrina’s favorite. No one at this temple had put together a bull-jumping competition in years. It was her goal to be the first. Abrina sighed again, forcing her gaze away from the temple walls and back to her friends. Otec tried his best to catch her eye and keep his focus on her, but the sunlight forced him to squint and blink away tears. Shani, with her long deep brown hair braided down her back, stood at Abrina’s side, clutching her hand as she tried to blink back tears, albeit not from the piercing morning rays. Elder Kevur stood to her right, and several others in a larger circle around them. This was to be her farewell, the likes of which no one could recall for their small temple, in the reclusive town of Haven. “Abrina,” Kevur began, motioning her to turn toward him. She did, straightening her back and looking the man in his eyes, and did not turn away. “Abrina, you go forth this day on a quest for your god. He who brings tidings for good and ill. For good, so that we may celebrate with festivals and games, food and drink, friends and family. For ill, so that we may be warned and prepared for the trials to come. Your journey begins this day to take ill tidings to our far neighbors in the city of Cauldron. May your return journey bring tidings that give us reason to celebrate.” Behind Kevur, an acolyte pulled back the string of his bow and loosed an arrow. It arced overhead, held aloft in mid-air as if Ninurta Himself sought to grasp it and fling it across the land. Finally, it fell among a riotous garden of colorful flowers, a martial sentinel standing guard over its wards. Everyone’s attention returned to Abrina and Kevur. Around his neck he wore an amulet, one Abrina had not seen him wear before, or had even seen anyone at the temple wear. A bright red stone that seemed to glow with an inner fire dangled from a golden chain, like a bead of blood still clinging to the smallest of cuts. It was this amulet that Kevur slowly removed from his head and placed it over Abrina’s own. As it descended, the light chain falling upon her shoulders and the stone falling upon her breast, she felt a warmth spread through her body and a sense of calm and safety fell over her heart. [/QUOTE]
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