The dock where countless unfortunates had flung themselves to their deaths was falling to pieces in the onslaught of the phantom's rage. Crunches of wood torn from their foundation echoed amidst the panicked shrieks of warning that the ever loyal Maisa screamed any time the threat of danger drew too close to the Drykas and Sverfra. The roars of rage from the rampaging ghost mingled with the everpresent dirge, swirling into a war song. The air around them shivered with cold, and Anja gritted his teeth against the sting.
Kailani's cries, however earnest, fell on deaf ears. The Ghost's frothing rage was a thing of hatred and anguish that transcended words. This ghost had been here for some time. Rather than acknowledge his problems and move towards a solution that could ease his grief and regrets, he had wandered and forgot. And now that he had remembered, the terror of the Ghost's power was fully realized. Anja could not fight a ghost of this strength. Even if he had the skill, defeating this phantom would only bring its hatred back to bear once it had rematerialized. Right now Anja had one thought on his mind: survive. The ghost could not keep up these antics forever. Even the most powerful of spirits would reach their limit eventually. They just had to wait him out.
Kailani, bless her kind, foolhardy soul, was nearly brained by a board as her hands spread outwards in a gesture of peace. “He can't hear us!” Anja called out to her. “He's stuck in the rage of his memories! We need to give him time to burn out!” Even in this moment of very real danger, even as Anja's body stung with the cold and frost clung to his eyelashes, the Eiyon's thoughts lingered on how to save this poor, wretched soul.
The dock trembled with a creak of warning, and Anja sidestepped a board nearly yanked from beneath his feet. Anja's eyes fell to the wooden floor at their feet and he let in a sharp breath as he recognized the ghost's design. “Quick!” Anja said, grasping Kailani by the wrist. “He's trying to split us off from the land! We need to get off the dock!” The dock groaned in agreement and shuddered. The boards that had been torn away were all between them and the land, and the few steps of evasion the pair had taken was driving them further down the dock and away from the safety of the shore. Anja stared at the holes between them and the land, but there was no real choice. The Eiyon did not fancy chances of combat in a murky bay full of corpses. With Kailani in tow, Anja raced towards the shore as the ground beneath them began to give way.
(NaNo 466)
Kailani's cries, however earnest, fell on deaf ears. The Ghost's frothing rage was a thing of hatred and anguish that transcended words. This ghost had been here for some time. Rather than acknowledge his problems and move towards a solution that could ease his grief and regrets, he had wandered and forgot. And now that he had remembered, the terror of the Ghost's power was fully realized. Anja could not fight a ghost of this strength. Even if he had the skill, defeating this phantom would only bring its hatred back to bear once it had rematerialized. Right now Anja had one thought on his mind: survive. The ghost could not keep up these antics forever. Even the most powerful of spirits would reach their limit eventually. They just had to wait him out.
Kailani, bless her kind, foolhardy soul, was nearly brained by a board as her hands spread outwards in a gesture of peace. “He can't hear us!” Anja called out to her. “He's stuck in the rage of his memories! We need to give him time to burn out!” Even in this moment of very real danger, even as Anja's body stung with the cold and frost clung to his eyelashes, the Eiyon's thoughts lingered on how to save this poor, wretched soul.
The dock trembled with a creak of warning, and Anja sidestepped a board nearly yanked from beneath his feet. Anja's eyes fell to the wooden floor at their feet and he let in a sharp breath as he recognized the ghost's design. “Quick!” Anja said, grasping Kailani by the wrist. “He's trying to split us off from the land! We need to get off the dock!” The dock groaned in agreement and shuddered. The boards that had been torn away were all between them and the land, and the few steps of evasion the pair had taken was driving them further down the dock and away from the safety of the shore. Anja stared at the holes between them and the land, but there was no real choice. The Eiyon did not fancy chances of combat in a murky bay full of corpses. With Kailani in tow, Anja raced towards the shore as the ground beneath them began to give way.
(NaNo 466)
