The Academy: for nicodemus;

The wanderer moves.

She is not scared, for now. It has been weeks since she had last been in the ocean, and the nightmares have ceased. As told before, for now. It is a curious thing, to why her fear is so great. So young she was when they ravished her lands, the ocean. The memories that breed inside her mind are almost fresh even though now she is over a year old. Still a child, but held on the boundaries of adult hood. The two-year old mare-child. It is the only way to explain her gangly looks, and her fresh mind.

She knows much, how she had obtained the information even she doesn’t know. Observation maybe. She has seen and watches them walk amongst others, day after day. Yes, she knows of shards, and the light to their dark the relics. She knows of the history that has plumaged through the land. She knows most of it any ways. The main details but not the in between the lines. And even though she has never ventured far from the coast of solira, only to escape to the land of Andarin. She knows nothing about the lands themselves.

Nothing about the deserts, the academy, Andarin, she knows nothing. And she wants to learn, to see it. But more then that she wants to know herself.

Her lightning flares to life convulsing inside her as sparks fly across her skin and eventually jump to the ground. It cracks and sizzles and it is audible.

She knows only a name and her mind whispers it, Nicodemus And that is all her mind says as she breaches the boundary of the Academy. She knows he can here her. She is here for her lesson, her objective, her teachers, whoever he has to offer her.

She is here for him.

LIGHTNING III; KEMUSH AND DATURA