#void lessons

There was no time to waste, she couldn’t be gentle about it or take her time to try and find out what each one signified. She needed to be acclimated *now*.

Was it the void or the pressure of the shadows? 

Ilyea’s eyes were still dark and people were talking and it still didn’t make sense. Didn’t they say something about wards? 

Would the wards even work? 

Where the fuck was Demy?

Her head, her head fucking hurt. Her senses were frazzled and she recognized a voice, maybe two. There were sword swings, and music.

ALL THIS FUCKING MUSIC.

GO AWAY.

GO THE FUCK AWAY.

Her head screamed but her lips couldn’t move. 

Where the hell was her voice when it mattered the most?  

Focusing, unfocusing. Re-focusing. 

She had enough energy to stand. Ilyea started to walk.

Aurora was here, Aurora was gone. Disappeared into the lights.

So many lights, like one fucking unblinking star.

Her eyes still fucking hurt.

Ilyea adjusted herself upon the simple thatched roof from one of the many houses that dotted near Aurora’s childhood home. The box that Theron had given her was produced from a sachel around her waist.  There hasn’t been much time to her and she needed to finish what she could. Erudition was getting worst and her mind ran with the possibilities of what exactly she could accomplish, if anything. Bombs kept going off into her head, bombs and plague, and blight.

Destroy it all to rebuild it all.

Ilyea’s hands dug at the vials and just straight drank it the second one pulling out the paper to write her experiences.

*Fucking undead bullshit. Tastes like the underlining smoothness of the void, and whatever they put into the waters of Undercity* 

The small piece of paper was finished and folded up to set on the side. Ilyea turned her head and spit out the blood before washing it out with some conjured water. Fucking horrible.  

Third vial was slammed just as quickly as the second one as soon as most of her spit ran clear from from the drinking water.

*Human void caster? Maybe? Runs smooth like what void magic is. The kind that tickles your throat but feels different. It has void in it.* Ilyea knew that what she wrote was unsatisfactory then what she *could* do but time was not on her side.  The third note was folded up as she took a few more swigs from her the canteen.

Lledwyn called out something, then Kurel. Then Vel.

Kael did next. Wards. We have to fucking channel to the wards. Where was Kael?

The lights didn’t matter, nor did the ever present void. It was so cold.

It was so fucking cold.

A flicker. And then a thought. Follow the cracks and then follow the seal.

Fingers dig into his flesh and she could sense Kael’s signature.  Disconnecting and reconnecting so quick wasn’t something that she had  tried but it was something that was needed.

Ilyea knew how the wards worked, how they popped and flowed over like lava. His was too fractured but if she filled in those cracks maybe she could change and empower him.

It was worth a shot.

Fourth vial was paused against the mage’s lip as if praying this one didn’t taste as bad as the last two. It was tipped back and then shot right back up as soon as the liquid hit her lips the foul liquid hitting the earth.  It tasted familiar but wrong. Void with the sharpest hints of Fel.

*NO* The forth paper was scribbled upon furiously and put to the side with the canteen coming to her lips to chase away the liquid.

The fifth one was opened after an hour at passed of furiously washing her mouth out with water. IF Theron had managed to find some void lord and put its essence in its vial, Ilyea would gather enough strength  to go down and kick his ass.

Kick his ass and never stop kicking it.

The liquid was quickly released from the glass vial and swallowed. It still had the uncomfortable feeling of void but her senses felt muddled after that last one.

“Orc and void magic. Who cares.” The last paper read as Ilyea folded it up and then send the results back to Theron. Her limit was two samples before it would fizzle. At least she knew she had a hard line rule about how much she could do this.

A hard line to train from.

Something didn’t want her there; to help Kael. 

Something was actively pushing her out from reaching Kael’s signature. Was it from within the cracks?

Ilyea was so utterly drained and the fucking stupid bird couldn’t take her fucking energy.

There was a brief flash of something jade and her limbs felt heavy, the lights were too bright and the fucking song wouldn’t stop.

Fine then.

 If it isn’t about asking permission, it’s about saving lives.

Who fucking needs your permission to do that?

If she couldn’t sync signatures with his, she’ll force hers upon him.

The last of everything she had was pushed into Kael and hopefully it’d be enough.

There was just no more time to waste.