A piece of work from a work in progress of mine. Sorry I have nothing to write for today
The snow fell on any day except today in the northern skies, and the solid ice plains glistened as the snow touched the surface. It was one of those lucky days that any junkie, or soldier, even Connest in the F’yutien militia could be stationed there. Despite the frigidly cold temperatures still, the place was now bearable because of the sun.
The junkie in the snow scaper, a large blue machine that jutted out in the wasteland with many pieces of equipment attached to it, making it look like a monster in the dead expanse pushed his already spiked red hair up and wiped the sweat from his freckled skin. Like everybody else, he had brown eyes, and his rank was a Jide, a captain. A scar ran from just underneath his left eye to his chin, making him more prone to tears in that eye. He was ready to pass out.
He turned behind him to examine his accomplice, a white haired boy, a few years younger than he. He was sleeping as always, his mouth drooling and his lips curled up in a smile. The Jide had not slept since last morning, and the shift was killing him. He wondered if the boy would ever wake up and take some of the responsibility, as this would look badly on his Connest report.
Jide Enin Tra’s report is spotless, at twenty-four he was already boarded and interviewed for a slot in the Connest, the white army and the most advanced militia in Alfieria. Standing at about six feet, 160 pounds and an expert with a halberd, Enin’s calm attitude in the face of danger and gregariousness translated to being perfect for the Connest special forces. Few were considered at twenty-six, and he was the youngest to ever be considered by two years. His scores were perfect, his personality was perfect, his physical, height and weight, his only mar was his partner, the Kripd (Private) Haing Fuire, who was constantly ill. Everybody knew the Jide did all of the work in every assignment, it was unfortunate, but it also showed character.
Everyone knew that the Jide would be a Connest, everybody except himself because his interview was marred by a sleepless night due to a nightmare.
To make things easier, the Jide carried one of the machines to where he was seated now. His eyes red and exhausted, he failed to make out a wire and tripped, crushing the machine. His vision blurred and his left eye teared, while his right had blood drip into it.
“Jide Enin Tra, and Kripd Haing Fuire in the northern skies, something happened.”
“Jide Tra reporting, Hyrim (maester), I dropped the weather monitor, the surveillance is still activated.” Enin said quickly, too dazed and exhausted to clear his vision.
“Where is the Kripd?”
“Here hyrim, the Jide has dropped the machine because I took a relief in the bathroom, I instructed him to wait.”
The Jide followed the voice and scowled.
“Jide, is this true?”
“Hyrim, I cannot say it is not.” The Jide gave in sullenly.
“Kripd, why were you instructing the Jide?”
“Hyrim, I was…” The Kripd faltered and the headquarters responded again,
“Both of you will be reprimanded when you report back unless the Jide tells the truth. We have cameras in every snow scaper.”
The Jide wiped his eyes in relief. The Kripd blanched.
“Before I answer your question hyrim, I must ask, what medical disability does the Kripd have?”
“Kripd, are you using your medical condition as an excuse?”
“No… Sir I…” The Kripd stopped, so did the Jide, as they saw a previously unnoticed figure traipsing through the northern skies, then falling into the plains. The Jide suited up to the weather conditions and firmly instructed the Kripd to direct him, although he knew the way.
“Kripd, prepare the hypothermia kit and evaluation table.”
“Jide, Jutedas (understood)”
Enin got on the snow shield, a motorized vehicle with four-wheel drive and a glass cover built to keep heat in and drove to the location with the Kripd giving him frantic instructions. Once the Jide was there he grabbed his blanket and wrapped the figure – he could not see what it was – in the cloth and put it back on the snow shield, heating up them backseat slightly to prevent hypothermia.
He carried the item in and placed it on the examination table, heating it so that the body could regulate temperature again. The Kripd immediately began the examination while the Jide took the heavy uniform off and joined in.
“I’ve never seen clothing like that.” The Kripd pointed to the clothes on the floor. The Jide hadn’t either, and was beginning to worry.
“Wait…” Both the Jide and the Kripd stared as the boy slumped on the table. His body pale and thin with a yellowish tint and a mole underneath his right eye. There was a long scar running from his right shoulder to left hip. A necklace dangled from his neck and the Jide examined it.
“A crystal that has a mix of aquamarine, citrine, and pink quartz, so unique.”
“Blood pressure normal, breathing and heartbeat corrected, body temperature slowly rising, he wasn’t out there long, in fact when you got to him he must have only been there a a few seconds.”
“But the monitors…”
The boy jolted awake and the Jide gazed into his sky blue eyes. He knew what was going to happen and stepped toward the wall to brace the situation. An orange, decorative circle hovered in front of his face and shot a green circle toward the Jide’s which then sparked green into both of his eyes and disappeared. The Jide fumbled to see the crystal on his left wrist which changed from ruby to jasper brown.
“It’s begun,” the Jide fell onto his knees staring at the changed crystal. His eyes burning from the change of color, from brown to green. He looked up at the Kripd and said firmly.
“You, me, him. We’re all pendulums, we’re all going to change the world.”
The Jide stood up and wobbly walked past the boy who they found in the wasteland, he was dumbfounded. The Jide whispered loud enough for the boy to hear:
“You better be worth all of this.”