Hurt By Eternity. (1x1 w/RyunaSiege)

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The Arcane Tower rose high into the clouds of the forbidden lands of Askia. It had chunky walls made from white marble with surprisingly elegant windows despite the harsh looking environment the tower was in. They were scattered across the walls in a seemingly random order.

A huge gate with heavy metal doors and hot oil pots guards the only passage into the tower built upon a mountain top, but it's not the only way in, which only very few know.
In the highest part of the tower was a grand, putrid room. Unlike the rest of the tower, this room looked like it hadn't been used in years. It was filthy, covered in moss, broken stone and dead vermin. In the corner of the room sat the immortal princess Blaire, who was curled up and completely still in silence. "Wake up!" Called a rough voice from outside her room. Slowly, Blaire opened her eyes, looked up from ground and towards the bars of her cell. A man stood there. He was tall, thin and had skin as pale as the moon. His sunken eyes were as black as ink with an evil glint in them. He then gave a false smile.

Knowing what was to come, Blaire stood up and walked towards the cell. The man smirked as he watched her come closer. "It is time," He said, reaching into his robe. He pulled out a silver key and unlocked the cell, grabbing Blaire by the arm and forcibly pulling her out of it after.
Blaire and the man walked down the long staircase that led to her room and eventually entered what looked an a church at the bottom of the tower. The moonlight shone through the heavily cracked stained-glass windows, casting an eerie glow onto the dusty alter. On both sides of a velvet carpet leading to the altar stood men and women covering in a robe from head to toe. As the man holding Blaire led her forward, fear shook through the princess. She had to find a way out of this.
After minutes of struggling in vain, she finally escaped the man's grasp on her and ran towards the wooden oak doors the led to the outside.

"Hey! Get back here!" Her captor yelled out. As Blaire opened the doors and ran outside, he and other members of his group chased after her. Blaire soon found herself running through the swampy terrains of the forbidden lands.

After hours of running, she began to lose track of where she was going but seemed to have lost them.
The ugly swamps of the forbidden lands were soon no more as Blaire found herself in a different land. It was a forest. The forest was humble, shadowy, and thriving. Its canopy was demanded by sequoia, hawthorn, and yew, and occasional openings in their crowns allowed plenty of light through for a motley of ferns to control the crunchy layer of leaves below.
Thick branches embraced many trees, and an array of flowers, which grew dispersed and sparingly, enriched the otherwise unchanging backdrop.
A cacophony of wild sounds, most belonged to bird songs, echoed in the air, and were in harmony with the occasional splashes of frogs jumping in the nearby lake. It was nothing like Blaire had ever seen before.


However, Blaire didn't have much time to marvel at the place as she'd like for she then felt a sharp, horrible pain in her back. She looked around to see where it came from and for a moment, she saw one of the people chasing her earlier hiding with a now empty bow in his hands before going back to hiding. Eyes wide, Blaire moved again, going deeper into the forest slowly. But eventually, she couldn't take it anymore and fell.

Blood slid along her body, underneath her clothes, and to the ground. It was warm but her body felt cold and so did her mind. So many times had she died before and now it was happening again. She felt tears running down her cheeks and she sobbed a little. Slowly, ever part of her went numb. Her legs, her arms, her mind. Soon she couldn't feel anything anymore and had no choice but to close her eyes.
 
The sweet lulling scent of apricots and peaches in bloom drew the ever lonely wizard from the mountain trail he had been lingering upon and into the vibrant forest that stretched out for miles all around him. He knew the woods well. They were his home. His sanctuary from all those that might seek his end. Never was he the pure of heart sort but he certainly wasn't an evil mad man like so many of his sort. Running a hand through his short black hair his amber gaze fell over to the spot he saw a body. It was a good mile and a half from where he currently stood. A woman's he supposed from this distance, "What a poor place to take a nap," He muttered as he made his way over to where the maiden laid.

The closer he got the more he got the feeling that something wasn't right about this young woman who appeared to be resting. Her breathing was shallow and till he was nearly on top of her he couldn't see the gentle rise and fall of her chest. The scent of blood clung like a miasma to the once pure air. Crouching near her form he reached out a hand to poke her in the cheek, "Oi."

No response.

He gave a sigh as he shuffled with one hand through his bag for a small crystal bottle. Withdrawing it from his satchel he held it up to the sunlight that filtered through the blanket of leaves above. The vibrant clear pink liquid sparkled slightly as he gazed at it. Taking the tiny cork between his teeth he used his hands to move the woman so she was on her back. Popping the cork he pressed a thumb to her cheek to pry her jaws open and poured the liquid in, "Come on now wake up."

He disliked finding dead women in the woods. After all he seemed to have a knack for find dead people. Women were a specialty it would seem.
 
There was still no response from her. Her body didn't move in the slightest. After a while, still, nothing happened. Was she even breathing anything?
 
The wizard gave a huff. He didn't want to dig yet another grave. That would make around five he had dug just within the last three days. Closing his eyes he tried to use his magic to feel if she was indeed still alive. Her soul would have left her body if she was. He gave a smile as he found hers, "Not on the other side yet?" He gave a chuckle then laid her down on the ground so he could find a better potion.

This one was for healing. It would take around thirty minutes total for her to be healed completely but it was quick compared to months to a year. He tilted it to her lips letting the amber liquid slip past before he set about making a camp. She might not wake for a while he figured.
 
And it certainly did take a while. After an hour or so, Blaire eventually woke up. Her vision was blurry and her head was pounding with pain. She groaned and blinked a couple of times until she could finally see clearly. After observing her surroundings, she realized she was in...a tent? How did she get here? Wasn't she outside in the woods? The tent was rather empty aside from a small campfire in the center. Blaire tilted her head a little in confusion. Wouldn't that be a fire hazard? Apparently not, as the tent was perfectly fine. Blaire had never seen anything outside the Arcane Tower for quite a long time, so perhaps she just didn't get it since she had seen so little?

After enough useless pondering, Blaire got up and decided to investigate a little. She stepped out of the tent and looked around.
 
The seemingly young wizard was busy making a stew over the fire he had built outside. His amber gaze glanced over to the woman as she came out of the tent, "You've awaken," He murmured gently. The sun hung low in the western sky signaling the end of the day, "Hungry?"
 
Now that he mentioned it, Blaire was pretty hungry. While she was taken care of in the tower, she wasn't fed all that much so this was a blessing if anything. With a quick and simple nod, she walked over to him and sat on the other side of the fire and across from the young man. Her eyes looked at him in wariness. Could she trust this person? He could be just like the others.
 
Jiro smiled gently as he poured her a bowl of the stew and held it out for her to take, "I know that look fairly well, miss. I'm not going to hurt you. I wouldn't have wasted my potions if I were," it was a simple statement that he knew well she wouldn't likely believe. A wild beast was never willing to be tamed.
 
Blaire frowned a little but took the stew. "Thank you..." She said. Despite her suspicions, she didn't have much of a choice. For all she knew, her captors could most likely still be out there looking for her somewhere. Staying here seemed to be the best option for now. Without another word, she began eating her stew with spoon the man gave her.
 
The wizard tilted his head as he watched her take the stew and spoon before fixing himself a bowl and eating it. He wondered what her story was but didn't want to pry when she still looked ready to bolt at the first sign of harm. Not many people dared to travel the forest at night due to the spirits that lingered throughout it.
 
Blaire must've been hungrier than she thought. Within barely a minute, she was done eating. She didn't realize as quickly though, as she noticed her now empty bowl moments later and slightly blushed from embarrassment. She could just imagine the look on the man's face right now. With a sheepish smile, she looked back at the man and thanked him for the food before standing. "Uh...where do I put this up at?" She asked then.
 
Jiro held his hand out for the bowl, "I'll handle it. You should rest some more," He explained lightly, "Those potions tend to have a bit of a kick if one isn't careful."
 
Not the reaction Blaire was expecting, but she was glad on that and nodded as she handed him the dishes. But now she had to wonder about him again. Potions? Was this man some sort of alchemist or something? She didn't want to question him though, fearing that it could cause a problem for the both of them. She let him be and walked back into the tent. He was very nice so far.
 
Sighing softly Jiro leaned back and stared up at the sky above. The stars were blanket of diamonds that shown with all the light of the moon. A far off howl caused him to close his eyes for a moment as he simply listened to the beast. It was a wolf. Likely a lonely one that cried out in search for someone to lead him through the dark of the night. Would any one answer him?

Some how he doubt it. Many souls were set adrift in this sea of life bound by fate to never find that which would anchor them to the earth. Opening his eyes he reached for his back withdrawing the flute he carried with him. Putting it to his lips he began to play.

 
Blaire laid down in the tent quietly. But just as she was about to close her eyes for a much wanted nap, she heard...music. She had not heard music in such a long time, and it was beautiful. There was never a missed note or key that was off. Blaire felt as though she could thrift away into sleep at any moment. But a part of her wanted to find where such tunes came from and she made her way out of the tent.

While wandering through the forest, she took time to admire the scenery around her. She had never seen anything like it. The tall trees, the different flowers, the lakes and rivers, it was all fascinating to her. Eventually, she found the wizard who had been playing a flute the whole time.
 
Sensing someone behind him the wizard halted his playing and glanced at the woman. She seemed amazed by something but he didn't have a clue what that might be, "I hope I'm not bothering you," He states softly, "I have a habit of playing when I can."
 
Blaire stopped and her expression went into a slight gloom of disappointment. "N-No, you're ok," She said. "I...really like it." She sat next to him, much to her own surprise. "Can you play more?" She asked.
 
Jiro blinked slightly at the woman who now sat next to him requesting that he continued playing his flute. It amused him on some level as he lifted the wooden object to his lips again and played. The melody was soft and slow.
 
Blaire felt her lips curl up into a smile and she leaned her back against a tree. She felt peaceful --like all of her worries were just flowing away in the wind, gone forever.
 
Jiro had a problem when it came to laying his flute. He could easily lose himself in the gentle sound and forget all around him. Time was an bottomless goblet of Ambrose he sipped at as his breath disturbed the liquid creating sounds where none should exist. There was a spell carved into this flute that calmed the mind and heart.
 
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