[center][color=1E90FF][hr][hr][h1]Emmett Warde II[hr][hr][/h1][/color][/center][center][img]http://orig01.deviantart.net/5a2e/f/2013/107/b/f/father_time_i_by_bucz-d621nw6.jpg[/img][hr][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UI5yfZXB9ww]City of the Fallen - Ashes[/url][hr][h3][I]Sands and Shards[/I][/h3][hr][hr][/center]
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Emmett's cracked lips dipped into a frown at the sound of being called the one word he despised, [I]brat[/I]. Yet with his hate for it, the boy who so formerly attacked his uncle in a pitiful brawl, simply resorted to mere low grumbling. If within both a different situation and environment, would he had acted much more expressive? Yes, indeed so. He toils himself with blind anger, but with real blind eyes, it changed his mind, for now. 

A sweet soft voice reverberated against the chilled air of the deep dark abyss, without the single moment to spare that Emmett may be able to respond to Othen's offering. Would have the boy accepted it as he came to the reality of the disability? Or would he had instead, submerged into the stubborn mindset of his, decline it believing that the rejection would bring about the preservation of his pride? None will know, because the artist of the angelic song that circulated the atmosphere lighted the white in Emmett's eyes, bringing about a literal glow. That was their torch, the light that stemmed from his eyes. But he without any knowledge of this remained in metaphorical darkness as his sight in reality consisted of what he admitted before, [color=1E90FF][I]Nothing but white... everywhere.[/I][/color] 

But the angelic pitched lyrics of the mysterious young woman in the distance rubbed clearer images inside of him. None could comprehend the words she caroled, it sounded all too foreign, but it brought a different type of understanding to Emmett. [color=1E90FF]"F-Follow it! Let's go--,"[/color] without any agreement from the other fellow explorers, Emmett paved footsteps right past them and into the direct path towards this voice. And there he went, there only source of light doing something unpredictable again. But In the middle of his journey there, he paused to be assured the others were chasing after him, since he remained unaware of the radiate flare he carried. [color=1E90FF]"Listen,"[/color] his sprints exhausted his breaths with panting, but nothing could tire him enough to restrain the instinctual attempt to obey a strange distant calling. [color=1E90FF]"The song makes things-- clearer... felt sand-- I see grains of it in a white world and... shards? Glass... shards! Visions! They have to be visions, and [i]I'm[/I] going to get answers, [i]we're[/I] going to get answers. No point in resisting it, yes? Yes![/color] 

There was no hope in Emmett withstanding the enthrallment of magic bondage, his mind was weak to it. Without the others a chance to stop him, Emmett rushed away again. He did not cease his steps until he was face to face with a familiar being, but now the others could see for themselves, [i]the[/I] Phantom in the Depths. He walked steadily towards her, and though the others may have shouted at him to not take a single step nearer to it, he ignored them and gave way to temptations, as he always did. But suddenly, it all changed as he drew close enough. The Phantom gave another blood-curdling scream and then a vanishing exit, except no one became blind by this encounter. Instead, [url=http://paizo.com/image/content/Blog/TheMasked.jpg]rogues[/url] of cloaks and masks descended from the shadows with hostile threat by the spinning and twirling of their dual blades to display some sort of intimidation. With absolutely no word from either one, they charged the adventurers head on, all but one. While the rest appeared identical, not the unmoving figure. He was an elder, or so it seemed with a white fuzzed beard and a curved spine forward. He just stood there to watch by the sight of stirring sands. 
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