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located in Kirlsa, a part of Eulogy for the Immortal, one of the many universes on RPG.

Kirlsa

The quiet, dirt roads of Kirlsa will lead you to your destiny.

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Character Portrait: Laelynn Wyght Character Portrait: Devlin Íobairt
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Devlin Íobairt


In an instant, his life had changed. The shrill cries of the witch lady soon gave way to the clamoring of voices and footsteps as the commotion gradually drifted away from his tiny bedchamber. His birdcage.

They really had left. The lady was right. Lord Grayson, his bodyguards, the mayor...They had all chased off after...something. Or perhaps someone? Devlin's mind floundered across the myriad of possibilities. But the lady's words were what struck him hardest...

'Leave Kirlsa? With that maid girl? Why? I wish someone would please tell me what is going on!'

She'd warned him to avoid the capital. But Airyglyph was his home. Lord Grayson's manor was the closest thing to a home the boy had ever known. Change his name? Start a new life? As if he were some sort of wanted criminal or something? Devlin felt his face grow hot and his pulse quicken because it just didn't make any sense.

The boy would have questioned whether or not the entire incident had even taken place at all. Doubted what his eyes had seen and his ears had heard, if not for the object clutched in his hand. The proof that all of this was indeed, real.

Devlin opened trembling fingers to reveal a small gemstone he couldn't identify. Angled, obsidian black surfaces that flashed a deep violet in the light. It was strung on a thin chain of silver. The pendant felt cool in his hand...

'The...Rain Fallers?'

Devlin felt as cold as the pendant he held. Should he believe the words of that witch lady? She'd given him this pendant to offer some kind of protection.

'Protection from what?'

Lord Grayson had ordered him to stay in his room. Should he obey? Would he be returning soon? Devlin winced at the thought of what would happen to him should he disobey...but if what that witch said was true then -

"Devlin?"

The boy was ripped from his thoughts by a voice. Slight, like the tiniest draft from a crack in the wall. Devlin was even surprised he'd heard it at all. Cautiously, he grasped the doorknob. Holding his breath, he turned it and pushed the door open with a sickening creeeeak. For the first time in two days, the boy took his first steps outside of his bedchamber.

He'd found her immediately. In the corner, leaning against the wall, was a girl. Long, dark hair fell over her shoulders and when she looked at him,

'Those eyes...'

he saw his own fear and confusion reflecting back at him. It was like breathing. Devlin didn't question it right then, but hours later he would recall just how effortless it was. Instinctive. How he'd approached her, knowing that she was the one the witch had told him about. He steadied his hand as best he could, offering it to the girl.

"Are you all right?"

He grasped her hand.

"I...I'm not sure what's going on here, but...we have to go. Please, trust me...?"

That last part sounded more like a sad plea than anything reassuring. But how could he possibly reassure her of anything at all when he, himself, wasn't even sure of what he was doing?

Devlin felt her warm hand in his own and he held it tightly. Together, they ran, footsteps echoing in the now empty house. Down the hall and through the kitchen, he saw a small door that led outside. Without another thought, Devlin ran through, girl in tow. The cool night air filled his senses as it had before when he'd looked out the window of his bedchamber. His birdcage. But there was no birdcage anymore. He was spreading his wings and had to learn how to fly - and quickly. Devlin felt a rush of freedom unlike anything he'd ever known before. The dirt roads, the trees, the sky...Everything looked so different to him right now. It wasn't until he heard the commotion in the distance that his fear and adrenaline pushed itself back in.

Voices. And they were yelling. Whatever "commotion" that witch lady had caused was certainly effective. They had to move. Now. Or else there would be no luxury of a birdcage to return to. Somehow, Devlin knew that part of his life was over forever.

He turned to the girl beside him.

"What now? Where do we go?"

For having his first real taste of freedom, Devlin certainly didn't know how to savor it. How can he run from something when he didn't even know what he was running from? This girl...she lived here. Surely, she would know where they could go...