When the blue finally came

Would the sun ever rise again, Veigar wondered? He was used to the long nights that accompanied winter but this night seemed to be dragging on... and on... and on. The sun looked like it was trying to peek above the horizon but only cast the sky in a pale shade of purple instead of fully rising. The stars now streaked in huge lines across the sky, and more than once he found himself completely entranced by the sight, to the point of him all but neglecting anything else he ought to be doing. Even more strange than the sky, and even the strange glowing mushrooms and crystals he saw here and there, were the voices... at first they sounded like little more than whispers on the wind, but the more he listened, the more familiar they sounded. They were calling his name, he was sure of it.

He scrambled over a pile of dead vegetation at the base of the volcano, his gaze cast up toward the scorched slopes of Mount Volkan as he considered what he should do. A slight mist seemed to be clinging low to the ground, affecting the visibility just enough to make him wary of where he was going. Another gust of wind brought another familiar whisper... Veigar, it called out to him, striking a familiar chord deep within his chest. Slowly he moved along, feeling like the breeze itself was beckoning him in a certain direction and he was helpless to its call.