Feeling the rough stone breaking below the palm of his hand, Puck slowly pushed upwards. Held aloft by his ideals and will only, Puck felt like the small storm below was more than just a tool. It was an integral part of him. A limb he never knew he had.
A storm, just the taste of the word, something indominable, uncontainable, something truly and utterly free. Something Puck had never experienced in the depths of the eternal ice, but now it was a part of him.
Together they pushed upwards and suddenly he was through. Blinking against an unforgivable and unprecedented brightness, Puck felt his eyes water. Blinking and blinding, it wasn’t Pucks eyes that were the first to experience the area.
Pushing ever outward, the storm becomes Pucks’ most important sense. Feeling outward, the storm found no hindrances, no limits, he just kept growing as if he had found his true habitat.
Finally managing to see something against the brightness above, the first things Puck saw was a kind of plant covering the whole ground around him. Small stalks, being pushed to the ground by the winds, these plants must be the grass Scarlet had told him about.
Slowly angling his view ever father upwards, Pucks’ view glided across first one, then two and later countless grassy hills, leading into the distance. There was just nothing else there, stretching as far as his eye could see in the horizon.
The horizon, as Puck locked at the horizon, the endless land below meeting a deep blue sky, he felt his breath stop as he felt like he shouldn’t breathe so as not to disturb the moment. But there was no need.
A moment later Puck started to breathe again and shortly after that the storm also started growing again, reaching ever farther out as if they confirm there would be no walls to hinder its growth.
Ready to finally bring his few to the sky, Puck was a little nervous at first. How would it be? Would it be as grand as he had envisioned? Would it truly be boundless? Or would there be another wall, a ceiling keeping him from rising up into the sky?
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His desire overwhelming his hesitation, Puck finally brought his head into his neck and locked up. At first it was simply blinding, as Puck looked directly into a blinding light of the sun above, then though he looked at another part of the sky and he felt like nothing was missing.
The endless blue reaching into infinity, the freedom unlimited.
It was perfect.
First slowly, then ever faster, Puck started floating up again as the storm around him grew wilder and more unpredictable. Stopping its expansion, as if satisfied with what it had found, it instead condensed and grew ever faster and wilder.
Riding atop the wind, Puck saw the planes below receding ever farther into the distance, yet it felt like the sun above and sky around him had barely come nearer at all.
Giving in to a sudden idea, the wind around Puck stopped as he started falling. Diving downwards headfirst, Puck felt the air resistance for the first time as he didn’t hold it of with his law. It was exhilarating!
Wagering with his ideal how late they could intervene to stop him from ending as a past on the ground, they only acted at the last moment to slow the fall.
Taking a slow curve, Puck feared it would end like this for a moment, but in the end it where only his feet that glided across the grass for a moment before he took off again.
Flying horizontally to the ground, Puck reached out with a hand caressed the grass as he flew. Laughing wildly, he felt like he was himself for the very first time in his life.
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Standing next to the little Gremlin and the beast on the grassy hills, Thurrock thoughtfully watched the other Gremlin tumble through the sky.
It had been a long time since he witnessed something like this, and even then, it never was exactly the same. The birth of a harbinger, of true expression of an element.
Rarer than even the most reclusive nymphs, harbingers were apparitions. Formed through fate and happenstance, nobody could reliably raise them.
Together with the sword he had claimed for the war, this Gremlin might actually gain power to impact the larger power struggles of their world. Rising to become a true existence distant from the transient nature of the lower lifeforms.
Watching the Gremlin struggle to stay afloat just a little longer, Thurrock chuckled for the first time in a long time.
The Gremlin might hold potential, but it remained yet to be seen if he even survived his first meeting with Kartorok. If Kartorok gave the order, it would even be Thurrock himself to end his life like squashing a fly.