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Discussion in 'Centria' started by Nynaeve al'Meara, Sep 14, 2018.

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  1. Nynaeve al'Meara

    Nynaeve al'Meara The Wheel of Time

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    SEPTEMBER 1, YEAR 108

    The first thing Nynaeve noticed as she came around was that her head hurt, and her throat was dry. It felt like she'd been sleeping for... days. Groaning softly, the Aes Sedai lifted a hand to her temple and opened her eyes. At first, it was like trying to look through frosted glass, but after a few seconds her vision cleared, and she saw that she was lying on the sidewalk next to a harbour full of boats, all manner of seabirds crying out around her and wheeling overhead. It was like nowhere she'd seen in Pandora before. The only coastal town she'd heard of was Cascade Bay and this was nothing like that. She got to her feet, slowly and gingerly.

    "What...?"

    Where was she? Was this still Pandora? And what had happened? The last thing she remembered had been--

    Oh, Light.

    The last thing she remembered had been falling... Falling to her death. She remembered hearing bones break all through her body, and feeling - for a split second - that crunch before the world had gone black. Before she had died.

    The memory and realisation that she had died were enough to make her feel like she was about to sick up, and she even doubled over, holding her middle, but she managed to gain control. Not enough that she could stop the way her breath quickened and she had to pass a hand over her eyes, trying not to panic. If she had died, then how was she here? How was she standing here, beside the harbour of a quaint little seaside town? It was impossible.

    Another groan nearby made her jump, and she turned on the spot, almost losing her balance from the throbbing ache in her temples. Wide and confused dark eyes fell on another figure a few feet away. A man, from the look of them, who was lying on the ground just as she had been, clearly waking up from being unconscious just like she had been. He was turned away from her, his face hidden from her.

    Nynaeve took a few steps closer to the figure on the ground, a frown touching her face. If they were lying here waking up just as she had, did that mean something similar had happened to them? "Hello? Are you alright?"


     
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    Ratonhnhaké:ton Assassin's Creed

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    Sometimes I did not hate you.

    That was the last thing he remembered before he died. He should have died. He had no recollection of a limbo, just darkness, and then suddenly a voice. A voice asking if he was alright...

    Of course he wasn't alright. He had a piece of a tree stuck through his rib cage. He was anything but alright. Could he not just die in peace?

    With a sudden rush of reality smacking him in the chest, Connor realized that the voice was not his father's. And if it wasn't his father's, then either he was not lying there in the aftermath of a tornado or his father had done as he asked and left him to die. Either way, he could not possibly be dead and he let out a huge gasp, jerking up and rolling over into a sitting up position, every nerve in his body on fire.

    As soon as his dark eyes broke open and he surveyed his position and where he was, the pain subsided - a phantom pain left over from death. He looked down at his chest and saw no mortal wound. His hand ran down the front of his shirt just to prove to his eyes what he was seeing before his head tilted up to look at the person who the voice had belonged to.

    The bright sunlight was disorienting and he had to blink several times before he squinted, trying to make sense of what he was seeing.

    "You..." he said with a singular clarity. He looking up into the frowning face of the woman who died in front of them. The healer that his father was... familiar with. He didn't mean to make the first word that came out of his mouth so blunt, but he was more in shock than anything, and manners was not on the forefront of his mind.
     
  3. Nynaeve al'Meara

    Nynaeve al'Meara The Wheel of Time

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    Nynaeve backed up a couple of steps when the person jerked, suddenly sitting up and breathing heavily as though in shock. For a moment, she didn't recognise the young man, but then, as he looked up at her, it came to her. She'd found him when he'd arrived, healed him of his wounds. Connor, or something similar. She made a habit of remembering the names of all those she helped, but sometimes they slipped free of her memory.

    The bluntness of the word he spoke took her aback. He clearly recognised her, but he didn't seem happy about it. "Me, yes," she said tightly, dark eyes flicking across the young man's face. He seemed disorientated, as much so as she felt. If the whole idea of being dead and then coming back to life wasn't so ridiculously impossible, she might have wondered if he'd been through the exact same thing. But as it was, she assumed that something else had happened to him.

    "Do you know where we are?" she asked, looking around at the little village. Boats bobbed tranquilly in the harbour beside them, and seabirds wheeled overhead. In the distance, an old man with a hat wandered along the street, a fishing rod held in his hands. "I just..." Her voice trailed off and her jaw clenched, discomfort and perhaps a little pain flashing in her eyes as she thought of the last thing she remembered. Dying. "I just seemed to wake up here."


     
  4. Ratonhnhaké:ton

    Ratonhnhaké:ton Assassin's Creed

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    Connor frowned as she asked him where they were. Turning around where he sat, he scanned the village surroundings, recognizing nothing. "This place does not exist." he said after he assessed it, pushing himself up onto his feet and standing up slowly, as though judging his own balance. He seemed fine. Not even apologizing for his apparent slight, which he didn't recognize at first, and by the time he had, the moment had already passed.

    He dusted off his back and then his hands, turning around again to watch the man whistling as he walked by. He seemed like a man enjoying his daily life, and certainly not a threat. He heard the calls of seabirds and the now gentle waves that hit the coastline. In comparison to the storms that had just been battering Pandora's coast, it seemed that the world had calmed down considerably. It had done a 180 and just pretended that nothing bad had just happened.

    In fact, he was alive. Or was this the afterlife and he was still dead? They were in fact, both supposed to be dead.

    He turned again to look at Nynaeve, taking in her appearance. Like him, they were both in perfect health. Her comment made him wonder if she even remembered her death. She had died very quickly - luckily. It would have been over in an instant. A merciful death compared to the man who had fell before her... who had still been alive when Connor came up on him. Staring at Nynaeve, he could still see the man's contorted face as he died quickly, locked in place and unable to move. He blinked rapidly and looked away.

    "There was a tornado. And a little boy..."
    he muttered, checking himself over to make sure all the stuff he had had with him was still with him. With a sense of panic and then anger, he ran his fingers over his neck more than once, almost like he was grabbing for something that wasn't there. His mother's necklace. Someone had taken it. A dark thundercloud passed over his face and he looked at Nynaeve.

    "Who else was here?" he asked, this time the ire clear in his voice.