Kellen Tavadon (knightmage) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2014-07-01 13:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, kellen tavadon |
Who: Kellen Tavadon
When: Right after he responds for the first time here.
Where: His apartment
What: The Wild Magic wants him to know things and think about things. Kellen is so very used to this.
Rating: PG
Although he’d said to Rommie that he hadn’t read the books he was from, Kellen did actually have the books. They’d been sitting on the bookshelf in his living room for weeks now. He hadn’t had the time to read them yet, being far too caught up in his school work, though if he was being honest with himself, he had been allowing himself to be consumed by his schoolwork so he didn’t have to read them. But right after he wrote that to Rommie, he found himself standing and walking over to the bookshelf almost as though he was being compelled to do so. He knew the feeling well and he sighed as he let himself get carried along by it. Apparently the Wild Magic had decided that enough was enough and that for some reason he needed to read the books. He hovered one hand over the first two as he listened to the faint call of the Wild Magic then rather decisively moved to the last book and picked it up. He flicked through the pages until he reached the battle outside the walls of Armethaliah and as he found the page that held his last memory of home, he felt the imperative of the Wild Magic start to fade. So the Wild Magic wanted him to know what had happened. He sighed and returned to the chair in front of the computer and started to read. He had just struck down the Demon Prince with Shalkan after that burst of pure goodness and now he read what happened afterwards. His face went pale as he read and he started to shake. He flicked back a couple of pages and read in disbelief before returning to where he had been. That blast of pure Light had been because his sister Idalia had deliberately swapped places with their father Lycaelon and been sacrificed in his place. A willing sacrifice that had sealed away He-Who-Is more firmly than he ever had been before. A willing sacrifice that had given the army its success. His heart bled for himself, for what was to come, for losing his sister bare months after he’d found her again but it bled even more for Jermayan. Elves loved only once and Jermayan’s heart had been given to Idalia. Kellen would never be one to claim that he understood love but Jermayan’s grief and heartbreak had been obvious on the pages of the book. He read on. He read of handing the Army back to Redhelwar, to being asked to help track down and destroy the last of the Endarkened creatures, to finally making his way back to Sentarshadeen for Idalia’s funeral. He read of his numbness over the death of his sister. He frowned over the description of Lycaelon and smiled at Cilarnen’s enthusiasm for the High Magic that Kellen had never been able to understand, let alone love. He saw the price he owed for the healing of the unicorn be called home. He read of being asked to retrieve Ashaniel and Sandalon from the Fortress of Crowned Horns and he felt the wonder and joy and pure happiness he would feel when he returned home and experienced this in truth fill him even now as he read of Ashaniel’s new daughter. Idalia rewarded for her great sacrifice by being reborn as an elf. And then he read the last couple of pages and began to dimly understand why the Wild Magic had wanted him to read this. His mage price with Shalkan ends at the end of the book… or had ended before then but he only recognised it then. But that must mean he must be close to the end of it now. Did that mean that the time he had been here counted even though Shalkan wasn’t here? He wasn’t sure but the Wild Magic had brought him to these thoughts for a reason. He set the book aside and reached for his three books. He wasn’t sure if there was an answer in them but he knew that if he simply looked, he’d find the path to the answer he was after. |