Bloodlines
Act I Chapter VIII
It has been a very long week for Lucifen. His arrival to the lands he hardly knows as Gondor left his tired mind caught in thoughts. The prime thought that circled around his head was one of returning home, back to Bree. But as it lingered in his mind, he is struck with the memory of leaving Bree.
Maybe it was the exhaustion, but Lucifen couldn't begin to remember his reason for that day. Some kind of emotional fit overthrew all his judgment that day, the source of it all being left behind in the dark.
After he was inspected for any wounds by the man who grabbed him at the doors, he was given a warm bed with a pile of new clothes on a chair. The man who inspected him seemed old, but young at the same time. He never spoke while he was there with him, and almost dismissed Lucifen with hardly any care when he brought him to the room.
Lucifen, still being in his red and walnut brown leather armor, which is missing major parts ever since he woke up in that wagon, was too tired to redress into the clothes given. Instead, he falls quickily onto the bed, not bothering to get himself tucked into the blanket as he immediately falls fast asleep.
There he had his first proper sleep in a long time. His body was sore all over, a feeling to which he admits isn't new to him, but nevertheless it's one he didn't miss.
As his body lay there motionless, his mind delved deep into the pits of his mind. There, he found himself awake in his dreams.
Falling into a literal pit of memories, Lucifen began to notice the strangeness of the dream. The absence of air resistance tricked his body into feeling warmth and dryness while falling. His ears would deafen, as if he was underwater.
Being surprising relax and aware of the unnatural event occurring, his eyes move from place to place in the dark atmosphere, finding unusual things to observe. As he continued to fall endlessly, his sight would leave large distances from himself as he finds events of the recent past.
The man at the door. Silent, tall, and firm. Being complete strangers to each other, he still took Lucifen into the house and helped him to his feet, checking for any serious injuries that could've required attention.
His vision of that memory would zoom out, out of the room and into a hallway until it reached the door. As the door opens in time, he sight finds the other.
Wrapped leather from shoulder to toe, the hooded stranger was one who strikes another chord in Luc's head. The man's emotionless face and who's body is built for surviving reminds Luc of another face. A female Ranger he once had the pleasure of knowing.
Zooming out further, his vision leaves his savior and his house and travels past the fields until eventually leading into the forest which the two came from. Swirling past the trees, Luc's sight is now bestowed upon a group of men wearing black.
Few of the men wore hoods and others helmets, none of the faces being any he could muster in his head. His vision would decelerate and focus on one of the men, a man who wore a spiked full faced helmet.
As the shadows cast upon only one of his eyes, the other seems to make eye contact with Lucifen. The two stared upon each other with silence, as if they were communicating with their thoughts.
Violently, the man's body would erupt in fire. Lucifen watched as the man stood his ground and burned, burnt until Lucifen's vision was filled with nothing but black.
