07-31-2014, 07:10 PM
In the aftermath, rage subsided and euphoria flooded in. The heat of a thousand volcanoes and the ice of a hundred glaciers collided within him with such vehemence that thought his body would be ripped apart by the forces. It swelled all the anger buried deep in his soul to the surface, but the ferocity was carried on the wings of joy immeasurable. He felt like he was screaming but nothing emerged from his throat. He felt powerful. Invincible.
In the midst of the rush, his senses focused on the ice below him. More so, they focused on the water beneath. The overcast sky reflected no beams of sunlight to blind him and through the lenses of rage, joy, and power he could glimpse tiny shapes darting in the blackness underfoot. Fish, most likely, but nothing large enough to warrant whatever was seen nearer the riverbank.
He took a random step, but although his footfall was gentle, the moment it touched the ice, splinters crackled out around him. He tensed and hesitated before taking another step. Images of the office crumbling around the Dean in Wellington flashed through his mind. At the time, the effect served an intimidating purpose, but now, given that he was positioned on a river of ice, Elias was less inclined to see the present surroundings crumble.
He saw a shadow dart beneath the polished ice. There wasn't time to discern his own safety as rage, joy, and power whipped out around him. He took another step to follow it. The ice crackled beneath his shoe like broken glass. It disappeared down river, and he ran after it, leaving spheres crackling behind him as he gave chase. He could hear the river breaking apart behind him.
The power gave him an incredible sense of balance. The muscles of his legs corded beneath his skin as he ran. His coat flooded out behind him like a cape, and faster he went, but the shadow darted faster than he could run and as they reached the snow covered river once more, it disappeared beneath the blanket and Elias could no longer follow.
He skidded an attempt to stop but Rage drained as power leaked from every pore in his body. His feet were swept out beneath him, the sky twisted overhead and he fell, landing hard on one hip. His cheek prickled wet, safe, where he lay on unbroken ice when he'd stopped running.
He panted to catch his breath without knowing how it had happened. From where he lay, he could see the devastation to the river left behind.
But the shadow was gone. He knew it.
He rolled to his back and grunted in frustration. At this rate, he'd never learn what his uncle was chasing. Damn.
In the midst of the rush, his senses focused on the ice below him. More so, they focused on the water beneath. The overcast sky reflected no beams of sunlight to blind him and through the lenses of rage, joy, and power he could glimpse tiny shapes darting in the blackness underfoot. Fish, most likely, but nothing large enough to warrant whatever was seen nearer the riverbank.
He took a random step, but although his footfall was gentle, the moment it touched the ice, splinters crackled out around him. He tensed and hesitated before taking another step. Images of the office crumbling around the Dean in Wellington flashed through his mind. At the time, the effect served an intimidating purpose, but now, given that he was positioned on a river of ice, Elias was less inclined to see the present surroundings crumble.
He saw a shadow dart beneath the polished ice. There wasn't time to discern his own safety as rage, joy, and power whipped out around him. He took another step to follow it. The ice crackled beneath his shoe like broken glass. It disappeared down river, and he ran after it, leaving spheres crackling behind him as he gave chase. He could hear the river breaking apart behind him.
The power gave him an incredible sense of balance. The muscles of his legs corded beneath his skin as he ran. His coat flooded out behind him like a cape, and faster he went, but the shadow darted faster than he could run and as they reached the snow covered river once more, it disappeared beneath the blanket and Elias could no longer follow.
He skidded an attempt to stop but Rage drained as power leaked from every pore in his body. His feet were swept out beneath him, the sky twisted overhead and he fell, landing hard on one hip. His cheek prickled wet, safe, where he lay on unbroken ice when he'd stopped running.
He panted to catch his breath without knowing how it had happened. From where he lay, he could see the devastation to the river left behind.
But the shadow was gone. He knew it.
He rolled to his back and grunted in frustration. At this rate, he'd never learn what his uncle was chasing. Damn.