DareToDream
Pulsar
- Joined
- Dec 26, 2009
- Location
- East Coast of U.S.
The shouts chased him, heated words echoing down the alleyways as he weaved in and out of them, his heart pounding the entire time. Kaevon ran like the wind, his lean body kicking up dust in his wake, wavy brown hair flopping, feet pounding out a steady rhythym against the broken pavement beneath them. His breath was coming in gasps now as his lungs worked overtime to suck in air. He’d been running for twenty minutes or so at that point, trying to evade his pursuers, but without any luck. They were determined, more determined than people usually were, and he was slowly losing.
It would serve him right to get caught, he thought; he’d been stupid, very, very stupid, and now it was coming back to haunt him. If he hadn’t gotten the water running, he’d have been fine, made it through the town completely unnoticed but no, he had to be an idiot. He couldn’t help it though; when he saw the house still standing and broke inside, he never expected to feel the power of water in the ground nor see the intact bathroom. It was virtually unheard of in society now, not since the war wiped out all technology, banking, and infrastructure, devastating the world twenty years ago. Civilization broke apart, people turned on people, and within five short years, the world was a wasteland. From the dregs spawned a new civilization, one that was more feudal, and soon after that magic began to emerge.
It started slowly but soon spread across the world, different people developing different skills, some powerful while others just had minor talent. From the magic users came a special group, whose talent was very rare; they were known as the Techno Mages because they had the ability to power the pre-apocalypse technology for small amounts of time. In a society that had no order, this skill was sought after with a vengeance and these mages soon learned to keep a low profile. Except when they made stupid mistakes like take a shower in a house where transients were sleeping. Then they were running for their life. As he rounded the corner of another alley, Kaevon slipped in the dirt, crashing to the ground. It cost him vital seconds and when he stood back up, he heard the twap of a crossbow and pain exploded in his shoulder. The blow from the bolt sent him spinning into the brick wall and he let out a loud groan. Righting himself, he started running again, feeling the blood dripping down his back, every step an agony that lanced his body with pain. He needed a miracle, needed something to survive this moment, and that’s when he saw it, a door half hidden by debris. Crashing through it, he stumbled into the dark basement of the building, shutting the door quietly and slipping into the shadows.
It would serve him right to get caught, he thought; he’d been stupid, very, very stupid, and now it was coming back to haunt him. If he hadn’t gotten the water running, he’d have been fine, made it through the town completely unnoticed but no, he had to be an idiot. He couldn’t help it though; when he saw the house still standing and broke inside, he never expected to feel the power of water in the ground nor see the intact bathroom. It was virtually unheard of in society now, not since the war wiped out all technology, banking, and infrastructure, devastating the world twenty years ago. Civilization broke apart, people turned on people, and within five short years, the world was a wasteland. From the dregs spawned a new civilization, one that was more feudal, and soon after that magic began to emerge.
It started slowly but soon spread across the world, different people developing different skills, some powerful while others just had minor talent. From the magic users came a special group, whose talent was very rare; they were known as the Techno Mages because they had the ability to power the pre-apocalypse technology for small amounts of time. In a society that had no order, this skill was sought after with a vengeance and these mages soon learned to keep a low profile. Except when they made stupid mistakes like take a shower in a house where transients were sleeping. Then they were running for their life. As he rounded the corner of another alley, Kaevon slipped in the dirt, crashing to the ground. It cost him vital seconds and when he stood back up, he heard the twap of a crossbow and pain exploded in his shoulder. The blow from the bolt sent him spinning into the brick wall and he let out a loud groan. Righting himself, he started running again, feeling the blood dripping down his back, every step an agony that lanced his body with pain. He needed a miracle, needed something to survive this moment, and that’s when he saw it, a door half hidden by debris. Crashing through it, he stumbled into the dark basement of the building, shutting the door quietly and slipping into the shadows.