“Snuffing out the light is not something everyone's equipped to do.”
Touya stood high above Basil on a platform in the darkness of the ruins. Around them was nothing but the cold stone, cooled by years of being in the darkness and hidden. His purple eye glowed with power, flowing his movements of his head back and forth as he tilted it to see what Basil's stunned reaction would be to his statement. There was a wry smile on his face, standing in a smug pose that beget someone of entitled royalty. He didn't seem himself.
Basil gawked up at him. Things had been fine. They'd been walking for what felt like hours, Touya sure they were lost in the ruins, and Basil certain he was following a logical path by following the wind he could hear. Touya was arguing with him that this wasn't the kind of adventure he was excited about – not one he couldn't see, that is. Just as Basil had been about to retort something sarcastic in the dim light of their little star lantern the ceiling had broken above them. The sound of the royal guards shouting indistinctly and researchers yelping echoed down to them as dust piled up around them. The star flickered out it seemed as the dust grew too thick around them. Touya yelped, reaching out his hand to grab Basil's just as the light went out.
Upon the clearing of the air, forced along to speed up by Basil coughing and waving his hand back and forth – sharp wind cutting through the dust as unforgiving tornadoes spun to his left and right, following the flickering of his wrist; the star flickered back to life and lit up the small area Basil was standing in, rubble all around him.
It was then that he looked up and saw Touya standing with light emitting from his purple eye. As the young man turned around to face the blond, looking down on him from on-high his perch, the orange of his other eye seemed to grow weak – a gem of purple flames attempting to flicker to life beneath a powerful incantation placed upon him years ago by the Queen.
“What are you talking about, Touya?” Basil asked rudely. “What light?”
“Her light shines too brightly,” Touya commented, his hand reaching up to press against his orange eye. “She's blinded me. Sealed my powers.” His smile widened, and the star in the jar held in Basil's hands flickered uneasily, threatening to puff out. “How greedy.”
“You said it yourself – you did something that can't be forgiven!” Basil shouted up to him. “Now get down here and let us carry on. We've got a job to do.”
“Boring.” Touya shook his head. “Why don't I just leave you down here in the darkness?” He pressed his fingers against his eye as if to pluck it out. The action caused lightning to spurt from his orange eye, snaking around him in an unnatural fashion. “Her power is overrated.” He paused. “I hold power eternal.”
A blast of wind shoved him backward as a cone shot from Basil's outstretched hand. Touya fell backwards into the stone and out of sight from the angle Basil was at far below him.
“If you could be anymore of an idiot, I'd stop feeding you.” Basil commented, still with a rude tone. He pet the jar in his hands, the light steadily growing brighter to light the room better. He saw to the left in front of him through the rubble, some broken stone stairs that were intact enough he could climb up to where Touya had fallen.
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