I am SO SO so sorry for completely missing goal of the writing sample! I read over the sections many, many times but I was so eager to submit that it didn't quite click that I was only describing past emotions when it was filled out. I sincerely apologize and hope the following doesn't miss anything again. I've redone his arrival into Empatheias with the effects his emotions have around him. Again, I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! i'm so sorry! aaaaa! - When Trahearne woke, the first thing he felt was blades of grass brushing against his cheek. He slowly came to take a deep breath of the island's fresh air and opened his eyes to its skies. Though he was awake, he was not all too aware of it quite yet, and took the following minutes simply breathing as he tried to pick up a train of thought. Sprawled out on the ground, he slowly found it in him to bring in his arms and prop himself up on his elbows. He turned his head as stared out at his surroundings, coming to realize he was laying in a patch of flowers.
Since his homeland was nothing but plant, this did not strike him as odd at first. It was when he proceeded to push himself up into sitting position did the first sign something was amiss did strike him. There was an amulet around his neck, and it emit an aura he was not familiar with. Trahearne looked down as he recognized the weight against his collar, hesitantly going to take the crystal and hold it out to inspect further.
With a single touch came a wave of questions that sent him reeling back into the memories of his last moments. The memory of the urgency, panic, regret, and ultimately fear invaded his mind, both clear and all at once. His hands began to tremble, and his chest rose and fell with quickened breaths. A previous still air became whipping wind around him, though he was too lost in his loss too pay it any mind. He ducked his head and clamped his eyes shut.
Despite his attempts, he could not sense the Dream at all. He could not feel the Mother Tree's presence. He did not know the status of his Pact and the dragon they had given everything to defeat. This was nothing like waking from the Dream again, it was a Nightmare in its worst form: reality. He knew nothing. He could do nothing.
He didn't even know where he was.
A delicate touch of the crystal had turned to a tight grasp in his hand, and his legs were brought up in an unconscious attempt to make himself smaller. He slowly brought his fist down against his chest, where he was sure if his biology had allowed it, he would have had a racing heart. He squeezed the amulet as tightly as he could without breaking it, gradually steadying his breath and lessening his grip. The wind caused by his recollections slowed to a breeze, and died as he started to take a more logical take on his situation.
He pieced together that if he could discover where he was, he would find answers to the many other questions swimming in his mind. He rose his head to see if he could inspect the flowers he had awakened in.
Only to find that any plant within yards of him was sapped of life, and the petals were scattered to the wind.
Revision!
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When Trahearne woke, the first thing he felt was blades of grass brushing against his cheek. He slowly came to take a deep breath of the island's fresh air and opened his eyes to its skies. Though he was awake, he was not all too aware of it quite yet, and took the following minutes simply breathing as he tried to pick up a train of thought. Sprawled out on the ground, he slowly found it in him to bring in his arms and prop himself up on his elbows. He turned his head as stared out at his surroundings, coming to realize he was laying in a patch of flowers.
Since his homeland was nothing but plant, this did not strike him as odd at first. It was when he proceeded to push himself up into sitting position did the first sign something was amiss did strike him. There was an amulet around his neck, and it emit an aura he was not familiar with. Trahearne looked down as he recognized the weight against his collar, hesitantly going to take the crystal and hold it out to inspect further.
With a single touch came a wave of questions that sent him reeling back into the memories of his last moments. The memory of the urgency, panic, regret, and ultimately fear invaded his mind, both clear and all at once. His hands began to tremble, and his chest rose and fell with quickened breaths. A previous still air became whipping wind around him, though he was too lost in his loss too pay it any mind. He ducked his head and clamped his eyes shut.
Despite his attempts, he could not sense the Dream at all. He could not feel the Mother Tree's presence. He did not know the status of his Pact and the dragon they had given everything to defeat. This was nothing like waking from the Dream again, it was a Nightmare in its worst form: reality. He knew nothing. He could do nothing.
He didn't even know where he was.
A delicate touch of the crystal had turned to a tight grasp in his hand, and his legs were brought up in an unconscious attempt to make himself smaller. He slowly brought his fist down against his chest, where he was sure if his biology had allowed it, he would have had a racing heart. He squeezed the amulet as tightly as he could without breaking it, gradually steadying his breath and lessening his grip. The wind caused by his recollections slowed to a breeze, and died as he started to take a more logical take on his situation.
He pieced together that if he could discover where he was, he would find answers to the many other questions swimming in his mind. He rose his head to see if he could inspect the flowers he had awakened in.
Only to find that any plant within yards of him was sapped of life, and the petals were scattered to the wind.