Dawnwind

[Alaeha]

I'm writing this as a joke because I'm tired.

 

Dawnwind sighed. Why did it always come to this? Every time he thought he could relax and breathe, some stupid ghost or spirit or angel or whatever would come to him and send him on a quest. And he always had to kill someone.

 

Not that he couldn't kill people, of course. As a Masterblade, Master Archer, Archmage, and Healer, he was more than capable of warfare. But nobody believed it. He was "only fifteen" after all.

 

What'd they know? The morons. He'd show them all. If he could just find the secret to this temple, he'd tell the next celestial visitor to find someone else and he'd make his people give him the respect he deserved.

 

Looking back down at the corpses he'd momentarily forgotten in his broodings, he searched for any sort of identification out of habit, from his days of training as a tracker. No luck, which was surprising since he was a master tracker.

 

Maybe his katana had somehow annihilated it. He had sliced the fools fifteen times each before they hit the ground.

 

Once again, he sighed and turned his gaze back on the altar. Finally, giving up in disgust, he exploded the altar with a simple spell, rather than putzing around with the trick mechanism, and followed the staircase down. It was always the altar.

 

An extremely attractive elven spirit greeted him at the bottom of the stairs. "Welcome, hero! You ha.."

 

"Look," He interrupted, "can we just get this over with? I've got to be home for dinner in an hour."

 

"Oh. Right. Down that hallway, second door on the left. First one's the bathroom. The others have our dramatic murals and tapestries that we were supposed to use for our speech."

 

"Yes, yes, very nice." Dawnwind strode quickly down the hall, his black cape flowing in his wake as he brushed his blonde hair back from over his crystal blue eyes. The door opened before his hand reached it -- he couldn't resist a chance to show off his magic for the chicks.

 

This new room was bare, save for an intricate rune that somehow glowed from the floor, and a young girl resembling the spirit from the previous room floated in the center.

 

Dawnwind yawned for a moment and waved his hand dramatically at the rune and it disappeared. The girl fell to the floor with an unflattering thud, and sat upright, glaring at him.

 

"You could've at least caught me or cushioned me fall, Mr. 'Big hero,'" She growled.

 

"Look, I know you're the one from out there. Like I said, I have to get home." Without another word, he cast a simple flying spell on himself and flew out of the temple and began his trip home. He had more important things than damsels in distress. Unless he was mistaken, a bit of dust from the exploding alter had gotten into his hair. And he had more philosophical ramblings to do.

[Zadown]

It's spelled D-R-E-A-M-E-R, the Dreamer, and he isn't a Master Archer ... oh wait, he is. Nevermind.

 

He isn't 15 though.