Bab 9: Of Ravens and Wargs
It had now been a moon since Ronell had began to have his dreams. Since then he had began to see the Raven every few days which soon turned to everyday.
His brothers had all noticed the Raven but paid it no heed. His dreams or rather visions differed every night, some nights he was in full control and some nights it was as though he was strapped unto a wild unicorn unable to do anything.
Ronell had first thought his dreams to be just that dreams, but his thoughts had changed after one night. That night he began like majority of the other nights with him high up looking down on the lands he had become all to familiar with.
When he heard a sharp cry, he had wanted to turn to see the source but he was the not the one in control that night. He watched as the lands drew closer at a rapid speed before he began weaving through the woods.
The sharp cry continued to draw close accompanied by loud flapping sounds. The high speed movements alongside the sounds approaching from behind changed his curiosity to fear.
The loud sounds behind him disappeared leaving him in silence, as his speed began to stabilize before landing on a branch. His vision turned taking in the lands around himself which Ronell realized were actually close to their cave.
His thoughts were broken when he heard a sudden skreech, pain travelled through his spine before splatters of red decorated his vision. His body let out a caw before moving out of the way and striking at the assailant who turned out to be hawk with it's beak.
The two birds continued their battle through the skies decorating each of their bodies in bleeding wounds. Ronell tried to let out screams as he felt each wound as though inflicted on himself.
He continued his futile attempts, until he was awoken by his brothers who had gathered around him in worry. He had managed to keep the truth of what had happened, just telling them he had a bad dream.
He tried to convince himself with the same lie but failed when he laid eyes on the raven which had returned to the same Brach covered in wounds and staring at him.
The others had also taken a moment to look at the oddity that was the bleeding one eyed Raven staring at him. At that moment Ronell had a thought and stretched out his hand.
The raven simply stared at him for a few seconds before flying towards him and resting on his shoulders. The Raven sitting on his shoulder raised the brows of his brothers, on Ronell's face however a wide smile had formed as he realized what was happening to him.
The tales his mother had told him as well as Old man Rogar, he was a warg, he wasn't useless he could finally help his brothers.
Excited Ronell couldn't wait to tell his brothers who first stared at him in disbelief. Which was understandable considering their village had but one warg who had only discovered his abilities when he was ten and eight name days.
Yet Ronell who was but only four name days claimed to be one. Ronell sensing their disbelief tried to show them proof but hit a wall when he realized he didn't know how he had done what he did.
The only times he had been able to warg was when he was asleep, which he knew would not be enough to convince his brothers. Not willing to give up though Ronell simply shut his eyes real tight and began to mutter, "warg, warg, warg"
After a minute of his chant, Ronell opened one eye to peak at the Raven on his shoulder who was simply watching him with visible confusion, causing him to pout.
The three who had been observing everything burst out in laughter at his antics which only caused him to pout even more. Benjen seeing this moved to him and ruffled his hair, "Don't worry, I believe you" Ronell looked into his eyes and saw even though he said that he clearly didn't believe him.
At that moment Ronell had added another item to his training list, after performing the muscle training he tried drawing the bow a 100 times before sitting on rock and trying to recall how he had been warging.
He had done this for a whole week straight before Arthor approached him. "Clear your mind", "What?" Ronell turned to Arthor with Spakr, Spakr being the name Ronell had given to the one eyed raven who was at his side at all times, the name itself meaning wise in the old tongue.
"You've been too tense your mind focus on many things, how could you focus on one. So sit in a more comfortable position and forget everything else except what you want." Arthor spoke to his brother as he stared down at him.
He hadn't believed his brother in the beginning but after watching him do this over and over for a week, he thought to himself. He was reborn in a world he had thought to be fictional, who was he to deny his brother being a warg.
He knew nothing about warging except what he had seen on screen but he was going to do everything possible to help his brother hone his gift if he truly had it.
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