05-04-2016, 03:01 AM
When her feet finally met the ground, the Secondary had arrived in a small town, and while it was still a rocky, ashy, and less than satisfactory climate for inhabitants, Cana felt grateful to have arrived somewhere relatively safe.
“Oh thank goodness...” her legs gave out just as she had reached the door to a small looking storefront, but when she was carried inside, she saw that it was actually a musty pub with a few people in it. They had cleared a table for her and set her on top. Eyes crawled on her skin, some lecherously, others, compassionately. Cana fell in and out of consciousness now, and her eyes blinked in a spinning room.
“She needs a doc’er.” muttered a man with a clean voice.
“Lot o’ blood, wha’ you think happened?” another asked.
“O’ course it’s gotta have somethin’ tae do with the dragon...” an onlooker suggested as he drew his ale glass up to his lips. There was too much fear that came with the name, that the man could not bring himself to speak it.
“She’s no prime. That’s a big group of ‘em up there though, maybe the lass tagged along?”
“It doesn’t matter her story, just treat her,” a strong woman’s voice broke easily through the crowd of alcohol smelling men.
“Come on, bring ‘er here, bring ‘er here,” an old man beckoned Cana as her eyes rolled around in her skull. The man had brought a little kit of supplies, and treated her wounds as best he could, first they felt like fire, then, the white bandages stained with crimson as they were cleanly wrapped. Finally he concluded, “She’s lost a lot of blood, that head wound is serious.”
“So what do you think doctor, will she make it?” the same female spoke, while pressing her wrist to Cana’s forehead.
The old man took a step away from his patient and gazed at the room, Cana, and then to the woman, who had taken such an interest in her, a grin crept on his wrinkled lips as he delivered the good news.
“Without a doubt.”
...
It was an hour or two when Cana Alberona finally plunged into the light once more. When she came to, her stomach felt sick, as though it had just been aboard a boat on a rocking sea. Her head buzzed with a numb pain, while her arms and legs stung with dull awareness, stiff with the memory of injury. She found herself looking up at a wooden ceiling, perhaps the only one in the whole entire town, for most of the houses were made out of the resources of the land. The pub however, at least the interior, was made to look like home.
Big, blue eyes of the old man, who held a stethoscope in his hands, looked down at the girl. He seemed to be mouthing something to her, words she could only distantly hear.
“Oh she’s coming to, here’s some water for you, can you understand me alrigh’? Yeh gave us quite a scare there. My name is Sy, I also have some medical training, it is a good thing yeh made it here in time, your wounds were quite serious, but we were able to patch yeh up.” the old man offered her a kind, bright smile, that reminded her of home more than any set of walls could. She immediately embraced the man with a hug, for without him, she wouldn’t be alive, and without him, she wouldn’t have the chance to see her dream through. Gildarts’ silhouette leaving town once more flashed below her eyelids, and she could’ve teared there, had her body the energy to do so.
“Wow, well, than’ ye’ miss. Now then, doctor to patient, how’d yeh end up here anyway? What were you doing out in the Steppes, I don’t need tae be the one to tell yeh that it’s real dangerous out there...” he began, his eyes wavered with a very human concern.
“I... Don’t know,” Cana admitted out loud, “I just woke up there, in a cave, I think, there was a lot of smoke. Tell me, how far am I from Magnolia?”
“Magnolia... What’s that?” the old man paused to fret for the girl’s sanity. This was the Omniverse, anything was possible, however, there was the fact that he’d never heard of such a place, and he said it.
“You’ve, never heard of it? Sure, sure you have! If not, then how about Earthland?” Cana found herself growing frantic, shaking with the nervous realization that something had happened, she’d been transported to this place, wherever it was, but she was not, ultimately, dead.
“My dear, I don’ know what you mean by Earthland, but you’re in the Omniverse now.”
“The... What?” It sounded made up. In fact, it HAD to be. This was ridiculous, it couldn’t be true, it couldn’t be real, this place, it had to be dream, just a... she shuddered as she remembered the sound of the dragon’s roar. It was the most “real” thing she had ever heard in her entire life. She had felt “real” fear in the moment after it’s eruption. And “real” joy when the doctor had treated her like an old friend.
Cana could feel the burning sensation of tears well up in her eyes, but she would not let them roll down her cheeks. Not when she had things to do, the girl sat up from her makeshift bed, and threw the thin sheet off of her. “How did I get here?”
“That’s the question I was asking you, miss,” a wry smile broke on his lips now.
It was a stalemate, and Cana realized that answers would not be found in this pub. “Alright then. At least tell me, what is this place?”
“You’re in the Ashen Steppes, a uh, world within the Omniverse. There are verses, yeh see, they’re all linked by the Nexus, and portals bridge us to the worlds. The other worlds are a bit more hospitable to new secondaries who arrive here, but oh yes! Secondaries,” he said, with his voice suddenly getting very shaky, “Are not the same as Primes, who were summoned here by Omni himself, Omni, is rumored to the be deity who created this world.”
“Do you mean, he’s God? Can we... Can he send me home? You see, the last thing I remember doctor, is getting separated....” Cana looked down and gasped. Fairy Law was bestowed on her arm in a patterned print. “NO WAY.”
“What, what? Are yeh alright miss?” the doctor looked around, through his spectacles, as though he were trying to see if he had missed something when examining and treating her wounds.
“No, oh, I’m okay, I just... This... I didn’t...” she was speechless for a good five minutes. Brown eyes, distant and batting away the confusion her muddled memories brought her. Finally, she stood. In her eyes, a ferocious determination that resembled only one man in existence. Her father. Cana voiced her intentions aloud, and decided that even her pain could wait. Her body staggered before finding its balance, and the doctor outstretched a hand.
“Is there anything I can help you with?” his voice now sounded as old as she realized he looked, the kindness was still there, held in his eyes like a piece of his smile, however, she realized as she got a better look at him, that he really had some years over her. He could’ve been older than Master, had master been here, but Sy was certainly taller at least compared to Master’s usual form.
Finally, Cana stated this clearly, and for the first time in a long time, she felt as though she couldn’t go wrong.
“I need to find someone.”
“Oh thank goodness...” her legs gave out just as she had reached the door to a small looking storefront, but when she was carried inside, she saw that it was actually a musty pub with a few people in it. They had cleared a table for her and set her on top. Eyes crawled on her skin, some lecherously, others, compassionately. Cana fell in and out of consciousness now, and her eyes blinked in a spinning room.
“She needs a doc’er.” muttered a man with a clean voice.
“Lot o’ blood, wha’ you think happened?” another asked.
“O’ course it’s gotta have somethin’ tae do with the dragon...” an onlooker suggested as he drew his ale glass up to his lips. There was too much fear that came with the name, that the man could not bring himself to speak it.
“She’s no prime. That’s a big group of ‘em up there though, maybe the lass tagged along?”
“It doesn’t matter her story, just treat her,” a strong woman’s voice broke easily through the crowd of alcohol smelling men.
“Come on, bring ‘er here, bring ‘er here,” an old man beckoned Cana as her eyes rolled around in her skull. The man had brought a little kit of supplies, and treated her wounds as best he could, first they felt like fire, then, the white bandages stained with crimson as they were cleanly wrapped. Finally he concluded, “She’s lost a lot of blood, that head wound is serious.”
“So what do you think doctor, will she make it?” the same female spoke, while pressing her wrist to Cana’s forehead.
The old man took a step away from his patient and gazed at the room, Cana, and then to the woman, who had taken such an interest in her, a grin crept on his wrinkled lips as he delivered the good news.
“Without a doubt.”
...
It was an hour or two when Cana Alberona finally plunged into the light once more. When she came to, her stomach felt sick, as though it had just been aboard a boat on a rocking sea. Her head buzzed with a numb pain, while her arms and legs stung with dull awareness, stiff with the memory of injury. She found herself looking up at a wooden ceiling, perhaps the only one in the whole entire town, for most of the houses were made out of the resources of the land. The pub however, at least the interior, was made to look like home.
Big, blue eyes of the old man, who held a stethoscope in his hands, looked down at the girl. He seemed to be mouthing something to her, words she could only distantly hear.
“Oh she’s coming to, here’s some water for you, can you understand me alrigh’? Yeh gave us quite a scare there. My name is Sy, I also have some medical training, it is a good thing yeh made it here in time, your wounds were quite serious, but we were able to patch yeh up.” the old man offered her a kind, bright smile, that reminded her of home more than any set of walls could. She immediately embraced the man with a hug, for without him, she wouldn’t be alive, and without him, she wouldn’t have the chance to see her dream through. Gildarts’ silhouette leaving town once more flashed below her eyelids, and she could’ve teared there, had her body the energy to do so.
“Wow, well, than’ ye’ miss. Now then, doctor to patient, how’d yeh end up here anyway? What were you doing out in the Steppes, I don’t need tae be the one to tell yeh that it’s real dangerous out there...” he began, his eyes wavered with a very human concern.
“I... Don’t know,” Cana admitted out loud, “I just woke up there, in a cave, I think, there was a lot of smoke. Tell me, how far am I from Magnolia?”
“Magnolia... What’s that?” the old man paused to fret for the girl’s sanity. This was the Omniverse, anything was possible, however, there was the fact that he’d never heard of such a place, and he said it.
“You’ve, never heard of it? Sure, sure you have! If not, then how about Earthland?” Cana found herself growing frantic, shaking with the nervous realization that something had happened, she’d been transported to this place, wherever it was, but she was not, ultimately, dead.
“My dear, I don’ know what you mean by Earthland, but you’re in the Omniverse now.”
“The... What?” It sounded made up. In fact, it HAD to be. This was ridiculous, it couldn’t be true, it couldn’t be real, this place, it had to be dream, just a... she shuddered as she remembered the sound of the dragon’s roar. It was the most “real” thing she had ever heard in her entire life. She had felt “real” fear in the moment after it’s eruption. And “real” joy when the doctor had treated her like an old friend.
Cana could feel the burning sensation of tears well up in her eyes, but she would not let them roll down her cheeks. Not when she had things to do, the girl sat up from her makeshift bed, and threw the thin sheet off of her. “How did I get here?”
“That’s the question I was asking you, miss,” a wry smile broke on his lips now.
It was a stalemate, and Cana realized that answers would not be found in this pub. “Alright then. At least tell me, what is this place?”
“You’re in the Ashen Steppes, a uh, world within the Omniverse. There are verses, yeh see, they’re all linked by the Nexus, and portals bridge us to the worlds. The other worlds are a bit more hospitable to new secondaries who arrive here, but oh yes! Secondaries,” he said, with his voice suddenly getting very shaky, “Are not the same as Primes, who were summoned here by Omni himself, Omni, is rumored to the be deity who created this world.”
“Do you mean, he’s God? Can we... Can he send me home? You see, the last thing I remember doctor, is getting separated....” Cana looked down and gasped. Fairy Law was bestowed on her arm in a patterned print. “NO WAY.”
“What, what? Are yeh alright miss?” the doctor looked around, through his spectacles, as though he were trying to see if he had missed something when examining and treating her wounds.
“No, oh, I’m okay, I just... This... I didn’t...” she was speechless for a good five minutes. Brown eyes, distant and batting away the confusion her muddled memories brought her. Finally, she stood. In her eyes, a ferocious determination that resembled only one man in existence. Her father. Cana voiced her intentions aloud, and decided that even her pain could wait. Her body staggered before finding its balance, and the doctor outstretched a hand.
“Is there anything I can help you with?” his voice now sounded as old as she realized he looked, the kindness was still there, held in his eyes like a piece of his smile, however, she realized as she got a better look at him, that he really had some years over her. He could’ve been older than Master, had master been here, but Sy was certainly taller at least compared to Master’s usual form.
Finally, Cana stated this clearly, and for the first time in a long time, she felt as though she couldn’t go wrong.
“I need to find someone.”
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