Kellen Tavadon (knightmage) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2014-09-30 15:43:00 |
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Kellen sat cross-legged on his couch and stared out the windows. The Book of the Moon sat open in his lap but he hadn’t seen a word in it for the last half an hour at least. His mind was on the recent events with Dean and the price he’d been asked to pay. He hadn’t hesitated to say yes when he’d been asked. After the price he’d been asked in the past, this one had seemed mild in comparison. He snorted and smiled slightly. He should have known better than to think that. The most deceptively simple prices were often the hardest to pay. Look at what had happened when he’d cast his very first spell of the Wild Magic. Climbing the tree hadn’t been much of a hardship for a boy as active as he’d been at the time but falling down out of it had hurt! And left him with bruises for days afterwards. He suspected this price would not be as easy as he thought it might be. Dean’s price hung on his mind as well. He had two similar prices still to pay along those lines himself and he knew he would not be able to pay them until he got home. He’d read the books so he knew that much. But it wasn’t until Dean had told him his price that it had occurred to him that he was oddly detached from the emotions that had been running so rampant in himself when he was home and even though he’d read the books and knew what was to happen to Idalia, it hadn’t… registered somehow. His sister was going to die for the good of the entire world and he felt… nothing. So he’d gone back to his books to seek an answer, knowing that if he read them, the answer would find him and so it had happened. Do not seek to take the troubles of tomorrow upon your shoulders today. Tomorrow will bring time enough to face those problems and master them. Trying to master them today will lead only to trouble and failure. It made sense to him. There was nothing he could do about anything that was going to happen back at home. He was here, in another world, in another universe! Grieving for Idalia, fretting over Jermayan and being consumed with guilt and grief over all those who had died during that final battle before the City of a Thousand Bells was pointless and would solve nothing. And perhaps the Wild Magic was putting a hand in as well. Letting him have that step aside from all that had happened and all that would happen so that he could live his life here. A sense of rightness washed through him and he sighed and let the tension flow away from him. He closed the Book of the Moon and set it on the small table beside the couch. He got up and stretched muscles that were stiff from sitting for so long. Now that he had answered the questions he’d had, he thought it might be good to go down to the gym and do some sparring practise. |