Chapter: New World, New Encounter!
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"Be safe… Mathi-"Noir's voice abruptly stopped mid-sentence when the droning static ceased; With her warning delivered my eyes opened.
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Mathias saw a spectacular cloudscape strewn across the vast sky coloring it in many alluring shades of grey.
"A storm?"He mutter, still captivated by the crisp cloudscape.
'Hmmm?!' Upon his muttered remark, Mathias
immediately noticed the difference in his
voice. He sounded… younger. Springing to his feet, Mathias examined his body with surprised eyes.
The physique that had been neglected
for years, that declined to a near unhealthy
level was no more. Mathias was in his 17
year old, slender yet fit body. The scars on
his hands an arms from respectable martial art sessions and deplorable after school brawls that long since faded, adorned his tan skin as if he received them yesterday.
Along with his body, Mathias' cloths were also different. Starting from the dark leather heeled boots, he wore grey denim-likes slacks. Whatever the material, Mathias felt it to be both heavy and comfortable. A gold collared sleeveless shirt hugged his well defined chest and abdomen while a grey and gold pin-stripe tie covered the shirts buttons. Mathias felt the shirt comparable to a Polo ,minus the sleeves.
Over the gold shirt a matching grey, snug fitting dress suit-like jacket with a deep V, exposed the neck of the shirt as well as the tie beneath, while the mid forearm reaching sleeves covered half of the forewarned phylactery.
"Could be worse!" Mathias admired aloud.
~shhfwww~
The gentle breeze returned, but this time it
came from Falcon Coast. The breeze playfully harassed Mathias, scattering his thin black shoulder length hair. Mathias tried to fix his hair, but the breeze would ruffle it up the moment he managed to get it settled. Once the breeze had its ornery fun it softly tugged Mathias' attention towards the towering tree at the center of Windrise as if to say: "come on, look this way"
By this time what little light made it through the clouds, began to retire and would leave Mathias stranded, unable to see, in an unfamiliar land.
'Best chance is to book-it for that giant tree!'
He rationally concluded.
While it was getting dark, the scent of
agitated dirt became more noticeable to Mathias… rain would soon be upon him. The tree with its massive branches held a breathtaking canopy that willingly offered shelter to all that sought it.
"Get moving!" He psyched himself up; setting off in a dead sprint. In his old life Mathias didn't care for cardio, not that he didn't believe it to be
important… but due to complications at birth, his lungs were weaker than the average person's. Which directly impacted his stamina. It wasn't until his teen years that he built up his endurance, but by then he had given up any expectation pertaining to moderate cardio training.
Mathias ran to the Massive tree having only to slow his pace once! Even then, he maintained a modest jog whilst his stamina replenished. When Mathias arrived, what little light the
sun provided, vanished and the moon's somber glow from behind the thickening storm clouds expressed a particularly eerie feel. He then noticed an object a little ways away from the tree, radiating a peculiar light.
'A glowing rock, how did I miss that?' He confusedly pondered as too how he hadn't noticed it whist he ran to the giant tree.
Mathias neared the peculiar rock, and to his
surprise it was by no means a rock, but a statue!
The statue, made of some marble portrayed some hooded angelic figure wearing what seemed to be either a robe or gown, holding an orb with its arms extended, so it and others could see the secrets the orb possessed.
"Breathtaking!" Mathias softly gasped unable to help himself from admiring the statues awe-inspiring craftsmanship, "Wonder who made it?… or whom that even is"
As if to answer Mathias' question a strong
gust blew throughout Windrise, leaving a
lingering gentle breeze in its wake.
"You mean you don't know?!" Asked a voice from behind Mathias.
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Laying against the great towering tree of Windrise, a carefree bard dressed in attire fitting a classical traveling musician, white leggings with green shorts over top,a white conductors shirt jeweled with a black ribbon tied into a bow with, a small green cape-like article over the shoulders and a green beret cap to tie the outfit together. The bard had been practicing his craft! Gently gliding his fingers across the six stringed lyre, he sang praise to the wind. The breeze applauded the bards. performance, ruffling the leafs of the mighty Windrise tree. Delighted by the bards. performance the breeze whispered of a Strange individual; an individual that was heading his way. The bard watched as a young man ran to the giant tree, then suddenly turning towards
all-to-familiar statue of the Anemo Archon:
Barbatos.
Like a feather cradled by the wind, the Bard leapt from his perch, descending cautiously,
he landed on the ground with out a sound.
Nearing the Wayfarer, the bard heard him
remark something aloud:
"Wonder who made it?… or whom that even is"
Astonished, The bard impulsively interrupted the wayfarer
"You mean you don't know?!"