03-13-2015, 12:48 AM
Harry ran from the Coruscant gate, ignoring the confused looks from the people there and the angry shouts from the soldiers behind him. He didn't know where Samus had run to and he didn't have time to contact her. He tried to get his bearings as best he could, but mostly he just went towards the sea. It wasn't hard to find that, since it seemed the gate had deposited him on an island. He had to change direction often to shake his pursuers, and he ran into a few dead ends along the way, but he didn't have to fire off any more spells or take any more laser shots.
The wizard's mad dash eventually got him to a dock, where he spotted a sailboat tied to the dock. Without any time to lose, the wizard threw his staff into the boat and untied the rope before jumping in himself. Retrieving his implement from the floor of the tiny little craft, he used a wind spell to fill the boat's sails, carrying him away from the island to a chorus of angry shouts.
He felt bad, and not just because he was tired. He'd caused a huge commotion, had to skirt the edge of hurting a lot of people, barely made it out of Coruscant alive, and now the freaking Empire was after him. Safely out to sea, Harry released the spell and laid down in the little sailboat, carefully distributing his weight so as not to tip it. The shots he'd taken hurt like hell now that adrenaline wasn't helping him. He supposed the mantle would have problems muting the pain of pure, concentrated light. Winter was a force of cold and dark more than light and warmth, after all.
It might not have been the best decision, but Harry decided to put off calling Samus for the moment.
He needed a nap.
The wizard's mad dash eventually got him to a dock, where he spotted a sailboat tied to the dock. Without any time to lose, the wizard threw his staff into the boat and untied the rope before jumping in himself. Retrieving his implement from the floor of the tiny little craft, he used a wind spell to fill the boat's sails, carrying him away from the island to a chorus of angry shouts.
He felt bad, and not just because he was tired. He'd caused a huge commotion, had to skirt the edge of hurting a lot of people, barely made it out of Coruscant alive, and now the freaking Empire was after him. Safely out to sea, Harry released the spell and laid down in the little sailboat, carefully distributing his weight so as not to tip it. The shots he'd taken hurt like hell now that adrenaline wasn't helping him. He supposed the mantle would have problems muting the pain of pure, concentrated light. Winter was a force of cold and dark more than light and warmth, after all.
It might not have been the best decision, but Harry decided to put off calling Samus for the moment.
He needed a nap.
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