Darinrain

“Notien!” Kaigar called out, and in a string of words, clicks, and whistles, he changed my partner from Notien to a male Fyr’aeset warrior, his skin as golden as Notien’s and his wings just as black, but he had no hair. His bald head was covered in jagged, twisted tattoos from forehead to occipital, and his deep navy eyes were set and determined. He was over a foot taller than me and held a staff in his hand, its white wood embellished with the same jagged designs on his scalp. It was then that I noticed all the warriors around me had brought their own weapons, each unique to its soldier. How fortunate that mine is permanently fused with my skin, I thought, annoyed as I flicked my left hand, a sapphire sword materializing from the lattice of the Creonex. The Fyr’aeset warrior took in the blue blade but did not seem perturbed. Another order left Kaigar’s throat, still one I did not recognize, and the Fyr’aeset soldier was on me, staff spinning. A moment later, I was looking up at him from the ground, the wind knocked out of me and a dull ache in the back of my head where it had hit the dirt."