RE: Direction
03-13-2014, 11:05 PM
"AAAARGH!" Your arm feels as though it is on fire. You grab onto it with your other hand, or at least try to. It seems part of your hand is made of...sand?
Trying to ignore the pain you pull some of the sand away, an idea slowly forming in your mind. You stuff some of the sand into your mouth. Sure enough a familiar pressure builds within your throat. A fireball leaps from your mouth, for a moment your injured hand is outlined in light, a mass of sand and slowly disintegrating glass. Then it is engulfed in heat and flame, burning brightly. The shadows seem to flee from it as it explodes with white hot heat. It burns quickly and viciously, painting the walls in a bright yellow light. You stumble back as your skin pops and boils. You leave behind a tiny shining point wreathed in flame, an undying blaze suspended in the air.
You feel your regeneration kick in, rejecting boils and burnt flesh, rebuilding lost bone and muscle. You can still feel the heat of the perpetual flame, but it is bearable at this distance. You look around your cell for the first time. The walls are the sparkling sapphire of the purest ice. Water trickles down them in rivulets, pooling on the floor as they slowly melt in the heat. You hear a voice behind you, pleading. "Get it away! Get it away!" You turn to see your cell mate. She is a woman, at least that's what your mind tells you but she is very different than you had expected. Her skin is like frost on a windowpane, her hair is newly fallen snow. Her eyes shine with colors like light through a prism, her lips bear the same cold blue as the walls. She is cowering in the corner, her arms wrapped around herself. Water flows from her face and arms, as though she were melting like the frozen walls of the tower. "please..." she begs "make it...go away.."
Trying to ignore the pain you pull some of the sand away, an idea slowly forming in your mind. You stuff some of the sand into your mouth. Sure enough a familiar pressure builds within your throat. A fireball leaps from your mouth, for a moment your injured hand is outlined in light, a mass of sand and slowly disintegrating glass. Then it is engulfed in heat and flame, burning brightly. The shadows seem to flee from it as it explodes with white hot heat. It burns quickly and viciously, painting the walls in a bright yellow light. You stumble back as your skin pops and boils. You leave behind a tiny shining point wreathed in flame, an undying blaze suspended in the air.
You feel your regeneration kick in, rejecting boils and burnt flesh, rebuilding lost bone and muscle. You can still feel the heat of the perpetual flame, but it is bearable at this distance. You look around your cell for the first time. The walls are the sparkling sapphire of the purest ice. Water trickles down them in rivulets, pooling on the floor as they slowly melt in the heat. You hear a voice behind you, pleading. "Get it away! Get it away!" You turn to see your cell mate. She is a woman, at least that's what your mind tells you but she is very different than you had expected. Her skin is like frost on a windowpane, her hair is newly fallen snow. Her eyes shine with colors like light through a prism, her lips bear the same cold blue as the walls. She is cowering in the corner, her arms wrapped around herself. Water flows from her face and arms, as though she were melting like the frozen walls of the tower. "please..." she begs "make it...go away.."