Hi everyone,
I wanted to share the beginning of what would be the eight chapter of my story, which sets just after the 'crisis', a disastrous battle that ended with one of the MC (Raffale) getting possessed by one of the villains (Arck) using a last resort spell, also teleporting them to an unknown location. There are hints of an unknown past between these characters that is revealed later on. Also, the villain was chasing Raffale to take his sword from him, believing it is some sort of legendary weapon. Lore note: Arcane magic is evil.
I wonder if the way I'm tackling this is appopiate, if it gets clear that there's a mental struggle between the characters and if tension is correctly transmitted in the scene.
Thanks a lot for your support!
The tall and pale grass dances with the wind, despite the frost still on it. The gust whispers on the landscape. Raffale trembles, feeling the cold grass tickling his fingers as it moves and the droplets of water as the ice melts against his skin.
Brrr...So...So cold…
Raffale starts waking up, looking everywhere around as he kneels, feeling very dizzy.
What happened?
He stares at his hands and his body, feeling slightly numb.
What is this place? How did I get here?
He finds his sword and stares at it, still dazzled, and holds it while standing up.
This sword belongs to me, perhaps?
His head suddenly flashes, he shudders in pain and falls back to his knees. His sword shines strongly.
“Arrrgh! What is this…?!”
He opens his eyes, now shining, his heart races, his breathing is rampant.
Valerie, Anton, Natalie, Diane…Arck, the battle, the spell, the darkness!
He trembles, his silver aura triggers.
Arrrgh, it hurts...The sword, it healed me before. The sword can help me…
He focuses and the sword shines more strongly, but a black spark comes out of it. He panics, but the sword doesn’t leave his hand, he keeps holding it firmly against his will.
“What is this?! My...My hand!”
Hehe...Welcome back to your fate, scum.
“No, ARCK! Get out of my head!”
Raffale is desperate, trembling, seeing a dark mist coming out of him. He pushes his hand on his chest.
“My...soul, burns!”
The power is mine…
“Noooooooo!”
His arcane aura bursts. His voice becomes ragged, his skin turns paler, his eyes get dark and his smile, evil.
“Hahahahaha, finally! The mighty weapon I found thanks to these damned priests, and killing lots of people in the process! I must try it, I must taste this power I chased for so long, I must get a glimpse of what I’ll be able to do when I return to Clysse”
No! Give my body back!
“Shut up, you worm! Too bad you can’t remember our time together, but there’s not time for that”
I wanted to share the beginning of what would be the eight chapter of my story, which sets just after the 'crisis', a disastrous battle that ended with one of the MC (Raffale) getting possessed by one of the villains (Arck) using a last resort spell, also teleporting them to an unknown location. There are hints of an unknown past between these characters that is revealed later on. Also, the villain was chasing Raffale to take his sword from him, believing it is some sort of legendary weapon. Lore note: Arcane magic is evil.
I wonder if the way I'm tackling this is appopiate, if it gets clear that there's a mental struggle between the characters and if tension is correctly transmitted in the scene.
Thanks a lot for your support!
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The tall and pale grass dances with the wind, despite the frost still on it. The gust whispers on the landscape. Raffale trembles, feeling the cold grass tickling his fingers as it moves and the droplets of water as the ice melts against his skin.
Brrr...So...So cold…
Raffale starts waking up, looking everywhere around as he kneels, feeling very dizzy.
What happened?
He stares at his hands and his body, feeling slightly numb.
What is this place? How did I get here?
He finds his sword and stares at it, still dazzled, and holds it while standing up.
This sword belongs to me, perhaps?
His head suddenly flashes, he shudders in pain and falls back to his knees. His sword shines strongly.
“Arrrgh! What is this…?!”
He opens his eyes, now shining, his heart races, his breathing is rampant.
Valerie, Anton, Natalie, Diane…Arck, the battle, the spell, the darkness!
He trembles, his silver aura triggers.
Arrrgh, it hurts...The sword, it healed me before. The sword can help me…
He focuses and the sword shines more strongly, but a black spark comes out of it. He panics, but the sword doesn’t leave his hand, he keeps holding it firmly against his will.
“What is this?! My...My hand!”
Hehe...Welcome back to your fate, scum.
“No, ARCK! Get out of my head!”
Raffale is desperate, trembling, seeing a dark mist coming out of him. He pushes his hand on his chest.
“My...soul, burns!”
The power is mine…
“Noooooooo!”
His arcane aura bursts. His voice becomes ragged, his skin turns paler, his eyes get dark and his smile, evil.
“Hahahahaha, finally! The mighty weapon I found thanks to these damned priests, and killing lots of people in the process! I must try it, I must taste this power I chased for so long, I must get a glimpse of what I’ll be able to do when I return to Clysse”
No! Give my body back!
“Shut up, you worm! Too bad you can’t remember our time together, but there’s not time for that”