Firiko suddenly felt pain int his wings and he looked back to see a huge dark, winged half wolf, who's form was a cross between wolf and human. He serached for his blade, but it wasn't there, and he was thrown back, unable to move as the stared into the blue eye of the wolf, seeing only pain and betrayal.`
He had no choice but to tell her things, tell her everything– she knew how to hurt him.
I love you, Mother. I love you even though you do this to me, time and time again. But I don't love my father. He scares me, no matter how much I depend on him. He terrifies me, Mother, and you never deigned help me.
FIriko could feel the other claws in his wings, holding him down. the whispered pleas for help in the back of his mind. He knew this wasn't real, but it hurt too much.
Suddenly a cloud of darkness entered the dream. Jaoel looked up in terror as it descended, enveloping him in a cold cloud; holding him in its dreadful grip, it flew him over the heads of the speechless nymphs now below him.
He shut his eyes against the chill and the second he re-opened them, he regretted it.
Firiko almost panicked as everything suddenly went dark, and he couldn't move.
(This is my last reply for awhile)
(Alright, see you :)
The clouds dropped them on a rocky shore. Jaoel landed on his back, narrowly missing a stalagmite. With his breath knocked out of him, he crawled onto his hands and knees and, temporarily blinded by the darkness, started feeling around him to locate where he'd landed.
"Firiko?" he called quietly.
Firiko landed roughly, face first. groaning hie carefully turned onto his side, trying to calm his heartbeat, still aware of the lingering, invisible pain in his wings.
A crash sounded, followed by a groan. Jaoel straightened. "Firiko?" he rasped.
"Yeah I'm here…" he groaned.
He shouldered past boulders. "Okay, follow my voice," he told him, aware of how ridiculous it was to ask to do so: his voice was quiet, teary and breathy. It could barely be heard.
Firiko nodded, forcing himself onto his feet, "That was #$%&ing Horrible…" he he said.
"Agreed." He managed to stand just as Firiko's shadow started breaking away from the dark. "Are you alright?"
"Sore… very very sore…" he said.
"But… mentally?" he asked, finally grabbing Firiko's arm. Found you.
"Terrified…. but I know it wasn't real, cause I can feel the Acaries link…" he said softly, turning to look at him.
"Acaries?" Jaoel asked, meeting Firiko's gaze.
"Link between twins…" he said. "I dreamed of something that had almost happened to my twin brother."
"Oh," Jaoel exhaled. "I'm sorry."
"It's alright.." said Firiko, "You did warn me.."
He nodded. "Of course, that doesn't mean it helps at all."
Consciously this time, Jaoel took Firiko's hand and led him towards a craggy opening in the rock's face.
"We have to move, before they sense the magic and trace us."
Firiko nodded, shaking off pain and following him.
(If you've got any ideas for worldbuilding or obstacles or anything, throw em out there)
They walked into the tunnel, surrounded by damp stone reflecting a non-existent green light. Jaoel looked around for the light source finding only stalagmites and rats as big as dogs scurrying around them in the darkness. Jaoel shuddered, deciding not to point them out
(My brain is totally fried for ideas… sorry)
Firiko heard them scuttling about, choosing to ignore them as they walked in uneasy silence.
(All good, we'll find something)
They walked silently for about an hour until they arrived in a circular blue chamber, carved out of the rock. "Well… That's a start." Shallow inscriptions carved into the walls covered every inch of it, unreadable to Jaoel.
Firiko studied some of the inscriptions, recognizing them. "Can you read this?" he asked the other.