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Years, decades maybe passed by. I was still frozen in place. Things grew and wilted before my very eyes. Buildings by the humans started to strengthen and seemed to reach for the sky. Occasionally a few creatures would come stop by cautiously walk closer to me but few stayed longer than a day. I would admit during the time I was frozen... it was lonely. It was only me left to my thoughts, and maybe to contemplate my life.
It was odd being in what I called stasis. I couldn't really sleep, or breathe for the matter. I could only see what was right in front of me. Living for so long I had come to split my experiences often into arcs. During the time of stasis, I decided to call it 'Lock-in'.
Then one day, well... it might've been day or night, I'm not too sure anymore. I felt the stasis seem to simmer down. It's quite hard to describe, think of maybe getting up after a long rest; you slowly start having to get reacquainted with your own self. When I felt ... whatever had it's held on me die off I fell forward straight into a patch of grass. Grass if you think about is an odd yet calming feel to the skin. The scent is captivating yet mysterious and makes at least for I, think of freedom and the outdoors.
I seemed to had to get used to reworking my limbs again as I started slowly to make my way out of the old fire burnt village. A forest grew of the man's destructions, and animals seemed to flourish, where ever I was. Listening to the sound of the forest made me remember the past. It was extremely distant now and Seemed even like a hazy projection of a dream.
It was of me, at least me in a sense going to an ancient school. School for my kind, the Elven kind at least. I can barely remember now as seemingly it was ages ago for me being exiled. I can remember that clearly which seemingly is quite unfortunate.
My exile was for, something I didn't even mean to do! Experimenting with elixirs was quite dangerous as I had been warned so many times not to do by my peers. But me being a younger naive self, I did so. It was a hobby of mine to stay up late and glance through the instructions made by great alchemists. I would tweak their ingredients, boiling times, or something along those lines. It was during one test I was showing my instructor when the incident caused my exile. I didn't know adding more heat to a moonlark shell would cause the incident!
It all seemed to happen in slow motion in my eyes. Making it at least a thousand times more painful for me, to see or even remember. I remember it so perfectly as I felt the sense of pride for being able to successfully edit a famous elixir. It would've helped my kind, and maybe even others, but of course at that moment something I can't even tell happened. The elixir bubbled and something made it react. I heard a low grumble for the vial it was held in and a loud bang. It sounded as if an extremely heavy object hit the water at a swift pace hit the water. The elixir seemed to grumble again and then blackness.
A poisonous gas released and travels extremely fast destroying anything in its way. I saw my instructor push me out of the way as the gas traveled seemingly with a mind of its own to us, as it hit Athras killing him instantly. The gas aimed at me specifically and clashed right into something.
Something no one besides me had ever seen. I still have no idea what exactly what it was but it saved my life. Better or for the worse it still haunts me. Then excruciating pain It felt like something was bound. When I reawoke and was asked questions by the Council, a horrid revelation hit me. I couldn't use my ability. It shook my entire being to not have that part of me. Even now I wouldn't say I'm necessarily whole.
Within our society most likely at the age around 10-13 you most likely would manifest some sort of ability, whether it to be able to control the wind or be able to every language. Those without abilities were sent to Exilium a school for the wayward. I was the only one with the ability to control gravity. I was also a polyglot, but that skill wasn't as useful to me. I can only say thank the heavens for that ability not being torn away from me.
I remembered the council glaring at me claiming I killed Athras on purpose! Even if I did, anyone of my kind would've had our minds shattered under the guilt of killing one of our own. A fatal flaw in whatever being made us, yet something I'm glad we have. I remember everything I'd ever worked for ripped away from me. Everything around me was broken, and it was all my fault. My parents, as well as everyone in my society, blamed me for the death of Athras, and in a sense, it was my fault. It was my elixir that caused his death.
It was one certain night, the day I was thrown before the council. It was like a pig before the slaughter. I saw all the glares everyone threw at me freely and even the glares from the council. I didn't feel like speaking at the time. I felt nothing, I was hallow. I was nothing without my ability as I was the only one with the ability to control gravity. I am still nothing without it, and I'm still.... hallow.
As during my deeper thoughts, I tripped. My great sense of balance seemed to have returned. A slight chuckle that didn't seem my own entered my mind...