A King had been chosen. And now all they could do was wait.

Aug 02, 2017 21:05

The crystal has awoken.

It had been ten years since the first flicker of light appeared in the crystal; ten years since the Oracle first answered the call. The denizens of New Lucis were naturally skeptical at first. Some were afraid to hope, memories inherited from those that had lived during the fall of Insomnia still as vivid as if it had been only yesterday. Others were afraid of the truth, already accustomed to the natural order of things as they had fallen into place. Power was a thing not easily relinquished once realized. Those that possessed power were loath to see it disrupted. Over the years the flicker of light teased within the crystal grew in frequency and the more vibrant it grew so spread the rumors of a new awakened king.

Two days ago the crystal erupted, a blinding light temporarily lighting up the night sky as if it were day. The flare of light could be seen all the way in Lestallum. There was no denying the truth. A King had been chosen. And now all they could do was wait. When he would make himself known was anyone's best guess.

Calluna Vulgaris was not one for waiting.

While the Council retreated for their chamber to debate, Councilman Vulgaris's only daughter found herself anxious and restless. Fortem Verum apparently had the same idea. He was slipping in to their training facility like a thief in the night just as Cal arrived to do the same. Neither said a word to the other. Cal simply followed him inside, her mind everywhere but at the present location at hand. She remembered neither changing into her sparring clothes nor wrapping the support tape around her wrists. There were no weapons this time around, her sharpened daggers resting comfortably in their scabbards abandoned next to her shoes and backpack. They had only their bodies to work with and Fortem was relentless as ever.

Cal had lost all sense of time, lost in a blur of flying limbs that felt like a brick wall every time they were parried by a forearm, a thigh or her face. Beads of sweat dotted her hairline and clung to her skin, her breath heavy in her throat. The next arm that came her way swung inches over her head as she ducked beneath it and moved with the momentum of her body, swing her leg out in a fortuitous moment to catch her trainer in the back of the knee. It was a rare moment of triumph and for the first time in two days Cal smiled. It was, however, short lived. Her premature celebration was rewarded with a counter move that left her flat on her back, her gut in her throat and the ceiling mocking her from above. There was movement at her side and Cal crossed her arms over her face, outwardly groaning as she braced herself for the rebuke and barrage of taunts that were sure to follow.
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