Amongst her mother's possessions she found a gold-tipped blade. There were rumors of such a blade, but Jill always took them with skepticism. Even if they were true, any blade could be made with a gold tip. The only way to tell if this was the gold-tipped blade from the stories, was to draw blood at high noon. If this was in fact the blade, then by drawing blood when the sun was directly overhead would draw the bearer into the Radiant Realm.
Walking in the Radiant Realm was said to give one distant vison, radiant skin, and powers of the sun. Everything would be gold hued, sparkling with chromatic aura. Sweltering heat would encompass those around, but the walker would be immune.
Jill would find out for herself. Fortunately for her, she'd sensed Macaime following her to her mother's dwelling, and she needed to rid him from her trail once and for all. At noon the next day, she found him on top of the hill next to her mother's house. She sauntered up to him, and he said "you knew I was following you"
"I did. And now I mean for you to be gone." Jill replied, pacing her speech as the sun crept towards the azimuth.
"You know I'm forbidden from returning to them without you."
"Return to them or flee elsewhere, I care not where you go, as long as it's away from me." She paused for a moment longer. The blade began to glow as the sun approached its position. Finally, radiating golden rays, Jill continued. "The farther away from me you are, the shallower this blade will sink!" She cried and charged toward Macaime.
With horror, he turned and ran from Jill. Maybe the organization would hear his plea if he showed them his imminent scar. Faster. You will feel the bite, but only distance will determine how deep. Faster. There!
Macaime screamed in agony as the blade bit his calf. Jill dove for him and it nicked his leg. Only a drop was needed, and she had it.
Jill was blinded by sudden white light. Heat radiated all around her. As her vision returned, she beheld not a luscious green hilltop where she'd been standing, but a sandy dune in the same spot. In fact, before her was only sand and rock. Sand where grass was, giant mesas where forest was. Everything wavered in the rising hot air, shimmering with the rumored chromatic aura. Then she realized she was rising too. How? Below her she spotted a limping scarab shuffling away. Macaime. "Go home vermin." Jill muttered.
Jill returned to the ground and began walking opposite Macaime's direction. She had so many questions about the Radiant Realm. And she had time to answer those questions.
Walking in the Radiant Realm was said to give one distant vison, radiant skin, and powers of the sun. Everything would be gold hued, sparkling with chromatic aura. Sweltering heat would encompass those around, but the walker would be immune.
Jill would find out for herself. Fortunately for her, she'd sensed Macaime following her to her mother's dwelling, and she needed to rid him from her trail once and for all. At noon the next day, she found him on top of the hill next to her mother's house. She sauntered up to him, and he said "you knew I was following you"
"I did. And now I mean for you to be gone." Jill replied, pacing her speech as the sun crept towards the azimuth.
"You know I'm forbidden from returning to them without you."
"Return to them or flee elsewhere, I care not where you go, as long as it's away from me." She paused for a moment longer. The blade began to glow as the sun approached its position. Finally, radiating golden rays, Jill continued. "The farther away from me you are, the shallower this blade will sink!" She cried and charged toward Macaime.
With horror, he turned and ran from Jill. Maybe the organization would hear his plea if he showed them his imminent scar. Faster. You will feel the bite, but only distance will determine how deep. Faster. There!
Macaime screamed in agony as the blade bit his calf. Jill dove for him and it nicked his leg. Only a drop was needed, and she had it.
Jill was blinded by sudden white light. Heat radiated all around her. As her vision returned, she beheld not a luscious green hilltop where she'd been standing, but a sandy dune in the same spot. In fact, before her was only sand and rock. Sand where grass was, giant mesas where forest was. Everything wavered in the rising hot air, shimmering with the rumored chromatic aura. Then she realized she was rising too. How? Below her she spotted a limping scarab shuffling away. Macaime. "Go home vermin." Jill muttered.
Jill returned to the ground and began walking opposite Macaime's direction. She had so many questions about the Radiant Realm. And she had time to answer those questions.
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