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 Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2009 7:21 pm
This is a plane which permeates every entity in existence. Though scattered across the continent, each individual filament of the comprehensible has a connection with this realm, a realm of limitless permission, a realm of the impossible and the uninvited. Daily do the inhabitants transcend between their physical home world and this place which infinitely belongs to them, some eagerly leaping in great bounds to their disembodied habitat, some hovering lazily between the two planes. This place has its gates thrown wide open at every millisecond possible for its yearning tenants. For it is here that some may spread their arms and turn them into wings, here that some will follow the runways of their own imaginations, here that Man may be called God.
Learania and its neighbors are possessed by quiet slumber. The sun creeps below the horizon, stalking restlessly for the hour that it may rise. Sleep is heavy on the eyelids of many, cradling the fatigued and the weary, knitting away at the tears in the flesh and the lesions in the mind. This night seems to be in the arms of a most inspirational muse; everyone is brimming with his or her own vision of their deepest designs. What will we see beneath the cloak of stars? What new stories unravel, what memories revisited? Where do the desires lay?
Where do the fears live?
Come, and we will traverse the plane of dreams together. Let us peer into the hearts and minds of those in slumber, observe their deepest selves and skirt the edges of their visions. This is the realm of the unreal. This is the disembodied, the ethereal, the ephemeral.
Show us your dreams...
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 12:00 am
...Screaming? Why...? Crying, too? Not normal crying... it's from a baby. ...Who-
"Rath! Look at her, Rath! She's so beautiful...."
"..."
"What shall we name her?"
"Name her..."
"She reminds me of a Lilly flower. Her eyes are bright and full of hope."
"...Susan."
"Yes.. I like it. It suits her well. Her name is... Susan."
...Darkness? But... where did...? L-
"There you are! ...I couldn't find you. Susan is sleeping. ..Are you ok?"
"....I...."
"Rath?"
"I.. can't hear you."
"Rath?"
".......I'm.. here! I won't leave. I won't... leave.... I..."
"The boy brings peril to us all! I have foreseen it!"
"...He fulfilled his prophesy. I have welcomed him back. He has a family..."
"Do I look like I care?! Would you put the entire tribe in peril because of your close feelings to your son, Dayan?! CAN YOU LIVE WITH THAT?!"
"..I meant no disrespect Elder Shyama...."
"Hmph!"
"...You are our star diviner. What you see are signs from father sky and mother earth. I... will do what I must. I will send my son away... again."
.... ....It was my fault. I shouldn't have come back... Death should have taken me back then.
"Rath!"
"...Ah."
"...Why? Why did you leave me? And Sue? Do you not love your family?"
"... ...."
"Do you not love me?! Without you.. without you I....!"
"...."
"I died. Goodbye Rath.... forever."
"...No. No, I..! I didn't want to leave you! You were the only one who was able to tear me down and build me anew! I shouldn't have left you alone!! Please.. don't leave me! I need you! Don't leave! Please, don't leave!!"
"LYNDIS!!"
But she was not there. She was gone. Looking around the room, the nomad saw his daughter sleeping peacefully on the other side. His scream, for whatever reason, hadn't awoken her from slumber. His breaths were deep, and sweat dropped from his brow. Outside the window, the sun was rising slowly. The day would soon begin, and this day was an important day for Learania. Rath regained his composure. He had many preparations yet to take care of. Learania had no time for his problems. And what problems were those anyway? There were none. He had everything completely.. under control.
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 12:52 am
 He had to run.
He had to find her, but there was too much smoke to fly. Fire seared his wings and caught on his jacket until he was forced to stop and toss it away. He shouted her name, but it was lost in the roar of the fire. He was too hoarse from the smoke to call out anyway. Reyson was safe, and the king. No one had seen Leanne.
He ran again, tripped and tumbled over a root that snagged his ankle. It didn't hurt, oddly enough, but he knew it should. He twisted his foot, crying out as he found himself unable to move his leg to try and pull it free.
And then he was back on his feet for some reason, and running, strangely sluggish. He felt like he was leaning unnaturally far forward, like he was making no progress. The great heat of the flame reared up behind him as he searched desperately for the unaccounted white heron.
"Tibarn? Tibarn!"
The Hawk King's eyes shot wide and he turned toward the familiar voice, twisting in the increasingly dark woods as fire arced overhead, and then he glimpsed a shock of blonde between two trees and raced toward it, following a new, unexpected path, chasing the voice calling his name.
Only when he turned the corner did he realize the voice was now pleading, "Daddy! Daddy!?"
Vaherianslyeri huddled on the ground, clutching her legs to her chest, trembling with tears rolling down her cheeks as she called to her father. "Daddy, why didn't you save me!?" she screamed, just as the burning trees around her began to collapse and fall down over her.
He lunged into the air, spreading his wings and flapping madly, but he could only slide slowly backwards...
"No!" He sat bolt-upright in bed, tugging the sheets up where they had wrapped over his left wing. His chest was heaving, his whole body soaked in sweat. He felt sick... but even as he felt Ayra's sharp black eyes on him in the dark, he closed his eyes and concentrated on listening...
Gentle, slow, deep breaths from the next room. Definitely his daughter's.
"Tib, you okay?" Ayra murmured tiredly.
"I... I'm fine." His wings shuddered a little. Vah had never been in that one... what did it mean?
"Bad dream?" Ayra gently reached up to stroke between his wings in an attempt to calm him.
"Y-yeah. It's okay, really. Just a dream. I... I'll be okay. You get back to sleep, okay? I'm gonna... go back to sleep too. Okay?"
"Fine. Just be careful, you nearly knocked me out of the bed with your wings." He forced a smile as Ayra surveyed him a moment, then laid back down and closed her eyes. He, too, laid back and closed his eyes, listening to his wife's breathing.
As soon as he was sure she was asleep, he climbed up and fumbled for a watch in the bedside drawer.
Three-twenty in the morning. He looked at the bed longingly for a moment, but the fresh memory of his dream led him to get dressed. Maybe he could start working on some desserts for the feast.
On the way through, he stopped to look into his daughter's bedroom. He wanted to go in, to take her in his arms and hold her and never let go.
But he didn't want to wake her, so he just moved on to the kitchen instead. No way he'd let himself go back to sleep...
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 6:04 am
He wakes alone in darkness. Absolute, no matter which way he turns, only a vast expanse of nothingness meets his eyes. Then, a blinding light shines down upon him. Or up. It is all relative here. Regardless he shields his eyes from it as a creature materializes before him. It shimmers and fades, returns and repeats, for it appears to be cloaked in starlight with all but its mouth hidden. Chains are wrapped around its being. It drags what seems to be a mirror behind it, floating silently off the ground. The image of a skull is visible in it.
"Morgan Reed, I presume?" the creature asks.
He just stares, dumbfounded by the fact the this thing knew who he was.
"Y-yes..." is all the reply he can manage.
It smiles and nods, "Thought as much." With a wave of its hand, the darkness diminishes, replaced by bright, swirling patterns of color. The man shields his eyes once again.
"Now look into this and tell me what you see," it commands. And he does as he is told, squinting and straining to find an inkling of some kind of shape. But the colors move too quickly without any sort of form to them whatsoever.
"Spirit," he says, "I do not see anything."
"Ah, " the creature nods once more. "The expected result."
He blinks, taken aback. It expected him to fail?
"It is only because you have not yet begun your spiritual journey," it replies to his puzzled look. "All alchemists must endure it, if they are to unlock their true potential."
"What...whatever do you mean?" he questions.
It shakes its head and sighs, "I cannot explain. You must figure it out on your own. However, I will tell you this. Somewhere in your journey, you must make a choice. That choice will decide your path in this life, be it accepting the white or succumbing to the dark arts of necromancy."
They both sit in silence for quite some time (once again, a relative term in this world) until the cloaked thing turns away. "I have already spoken too much. I wish you the best of luck, Morgan Reed."
And with that, it disappears and darkness retakes the space.
Morgan bolted upright, clutching the small dagger he kept near him. As he surveyed his surroundings he recognized his small bedroom in the house where he lived. Breathing a sigh of relief, he replaced the dagger under the mattress and put his head in his hands. Strange how sleep could wear one more than when they fell asleep.
Spiritual journey? he thought, as he would spend the rest of the night pondering if such a thing truly existed.
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 7:15 am
I shall now demonstrate the Law of Sacae…
Tribesmen fighting with all they have for the sake of one another! ~)Sue(~ The world was a great place in the time which Sue was swept away to in her dreams. This was not Learania, or even Lycia, the land of her many allies that she made during the great wars fought between Etruria and Bern. This was her home... this was Sacae. Here, the nomads lived peaceful lives. The tribe was like a family, everyone looking out for one another. The drastic turn from peace to anguish came before should could think though. Spears rained down from the skies from the mighty Wyvern Lords, while Generals and Paladins marched from all sides. The tribesman were surrounded, outnumbered, and by equipment, only suited to shoot wyverns from the skies. If they came to the ground, the Troopers' swords could not harm them. Dayan, the grandfather of Sue had left just enough an opening for her and her trusted bodyguard, Shin to escape. What she didn't understand was why he wasn't following. "G... Grandpa... why... why are you staying?" "Go, Sue! Go!" That was the older nomad's only words, before he made the girl's horse speed off into the horizon. Shin had followed her side-by-side as always. Or maybe that's what she thought... When the young woman turned around, her bodyguard wasn't there. Sue must have gone way too far ahead to have left him behind. Grandpa fell to wyverns, Shin was nowhere to be found... Father was long gone... She was alone. When the wilderness of the plains that so chilled her without her tribe suddenly turned to empty streets of Learania, with all doors open and broken, all the bare roads leaving behind the chaos of a sign of struggle, and a dark sky just looming over and threatening rain, Sue cried out. When she woke up, she realized she was still screaming. The female nomad trooper slapped a hand over her mouth, praying that she didn't wake anyone. She'd saw Rath wake up, with a similar chill reading on what was usually an expressionless face of her father. He was here, she wasn't alone... just a dream. But why did he have the same look as her earlier? "F... father. Are you all right?" ~)Nomad Trooper(~ Tell me, is your reasoning bent? If so, allow me to
straighten it with my >--arrows-- > and o=|lllswordll>
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 7:52 am
 ...Injured with pain and sadness, the you that cannot be healed
Shoulder the burden of the past that cannot be erased; don't throw away your will to live...[ X ][ O ]Blossom[ O ][ X ] →It didn't matter what Blossom did. That door simply wouldn't open.
Her fists were beating against the wooden door, as if her meager strength was enough to burst through and into the open. She had already tried touching her hand to the doorknob; it seared her flesh, leaving behind a perfect circular burn on her left palm. The pain was faint as she pressed the weight of her body into the heating door, struggling. "This can't be real," Blossom whispered. Things were just wrong. She didn't have short hair, and where did all of those ropes come from...?
The hall closet suddenly began to shrink. Blossom opened her mouth to scream. All that came out was a ragged whine. Smoke was trailing into the room through the cracks in the door, and her coughing was too much to allow for normal speech. "He-Help...!"
There was a lot of old clothing stuffed away into this closet. Jackets, coats, scarves, that typically sat folded in neat piles or hung onto wooden racks until their use was necessary in the winter. But now, very suddenly, a woolen sleeve gripped around her wrist and dragged her back into the writhing masses of cloth.
Blossom's scream came raw now, full volume and strangled as scarves twined around her midsection and sleeves tightened themselves onto her extremities. There was no sound beyond a faint crackling, the whisper of cloth, and her useless screams, but she could almost hear someone whispering to her. You're too late, too late, too late...
The door swung open wide. Blossom, scrambling madly to keep above the pile now, could only stare. A short woman stood next to a tall man, she holding a spear and he a long, flat broadsword. Blood trailed down their bodies in long rivers, creating what almost looked like crimson tattoos that seemed to glow in the fires licking all around their bodies, burning into their clothing and flesh. Their eyes were hollow, mouths stretched into feral grins. Blood dripped from a cut on the man's upper lip and trailed across his lips before falling down his chin, giving him a cannibalistic impression.
"Why didn't you come?" the man asked, and the voice that came out cut down deep to Blossom's heart, eyes widening. That wasn't his voice.
"You left us to die..." the woman whined, and again Blossom flinched as if struck.
"You told me to run!" Blossom screamed. The flames were drawing closer into the closet. This isn't supposed to happen this way, I'm supposed to get out, they're... they're supposed to be...
Roland and Corrine merely watched as the jackets suddenly twined tighter around her, one weaving up to grasp her throat. Blossom's eyes glazed, pupils sharpening. The sleeve wrapped around her mouth, and all that she could manage was a muffled scream.
"How pitiful... why don't you die," Roland suggested. A cackle was on the tip of his tongue, Blossom could see it in his eyes. Blossom was sinking now, unable to breathe, about to buried alive, and the panic was more pronounced this time than it was any other time. Buried alive.
"Mmmmmph!" Blossom shrieked, tears falling. Anything but that. Not that. No, no, no...
Blossom could hardly hear now, barely uncovered by the masses of shifting fabric. "Die like the coward you are," Blossom could hear her mother's voice, and then flames were consuming the cloth around her, and she couldn't hear, and then... darkness.
Blossom sat up straight, sending the covers kicking back to her knees. She panted, hands wrapping tightly around her chest. The cold sheen of sweat dotted her skin visibly where her nightgown didn't cover her. She shakily took one hand away from her chest and touched her cheek. Tears. She could still feel the air not coming, even with heavy gasps, and Blossom had to force herself to calm down, her entire body moving in heavy quivers.
She turned her eyes to the other side of the bed. It was empty. Aidan had left again, the reason vague and hurried. He seemed to be leaving more and more now, and Blossom couldn't even tell if it was related to his tactician's work anymore. The tears were falling again as Blossom slowly, very slowly, curled up tightly on her bed, tucking her legs against her chest. She could only faintly smell Aidan's hair on his pillow, feel none of the warmth of his body at the other side of the bed.
Alone, Blossom closed her eyes and, trembling, fought back the keening panic to fall into an uneasy sleep.←  You'd better forget everything. Remember. . . your different Life?XXX
You'd better forget everything. Remember. . . though, we cannot returnXXXLike in times of warped memories, we can understand somedayXXX
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 9:21 am
A dream.
Fa was resting peacefully upon the grass laid ground and with her eyes finally sealing themselves she drifted off to dreamland. Her eyes shot open. She was standing in the middle of a medley of flowers. Petunias, roses, tulips alike with a bright shining sun. A figure in the distance in black robes, black hair that reflected in the sunlight, book in hand. It was Soren, her beloved older brother.
Fa skipped through the flowers and hugged her brother at the waist while Soren had lifted her up and spun around with her. Fa spoke gently to Soren and asked, “Sowen..can it be like this always?”. Soren replied softly, “If you keep dreaming it, It will.” As he lifted her up onto his shoulders and walked towards the gentle stream where a checkered cloth and woven basket have been placed. Soren had lowered Fa down and sat down on the cloth and looked at the stream with a sparkle in his eye and a wide smile on his face. Fa couldn’t help but smile at this. She only usually saw her brother in an expression that usually made people unable to read Soren.
Fa was happy to see Soren in such a calming mood. Aside from the tactical genius he was only a gentle soul who Fa wouldn’t trade for anyone in the world. Soren say up on his palms and pulled out a meat filled sandwich and took a small bite of his sandwich. Fa opened up the picnic basket and saw there were some bread, water, and Fa’s personal favorite, Green apples like the ones Athos used to have. She took it out and sunk her teeth into the green crisp and chewed the apple slowly savoring the sweetness and crispy taste of the apple and remembered the times she used to do this same thing with Athos and Sophia back in the desert.
After hours of sitting and gazing at the natural beauty of this enchanted meadow, the moon has risen and the moonlight had began to reflect off the stream and light up their faces. Fa turned her head at an angle and stared at her older brother. Soren’s face had gone perfectly with this new light. Silver light glimmered off his face. Fa couldn’t help but smile and bury her face into his lap and start to cry. Soren shocked for a second wrapped his arms around her head and held her there in the glimmering light. Fa looked up and Soren whispered, “It’s ok. It’s gonna be alright darling sister.” Fa nodded gently then lain down next to her brother. Soren laid down with her and wrapped his arm once more around her head for a pillow then Fa wrapped her arms around Soren’s torso for it was quite chilly.
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 9:25 am
The Nightmare
John loomed at the window. Gazing out into the stormy night thunder cracked the sky. John heaved a big sigh and walked to his bed and lied down face facing the ceiling. John thought about what happened to his home, his Family, his life. All of it disappeared. John unknowingly falls asleep and began to dream the dream once more.
John stumbled over a tree root and fell face first into the dirt and just realized what had happened. He had been dragged back to that scene and time where the event that haunts him still happened. John pushed himself onto his feet and brushed the dirt off of his brown trousers and his chin. “Ugh..that hurt a lil.” He said to himself as he continued onward towards a familiar looking house. He walked up the steps and noticed the door was smashed in. John whipped out his hunting knife and sprinted inside. What he saw, no man, No. No Person should ever see in their lifetime.
He stood there shaking at the sheer vileness of what he seen. Dropping to his hands and knees and ejected his lunch which resembled some chunks of deer and thick yellow liquid. John looked upward to see if what he saw was true. It was his wife. His wife whom he loved dearly has been butchered till she was dead. Her long flowing blonde hair which he had loved, has been all but cut off. All of it was thrown upon the ground next to her face. Her Face was the next object of horror. It had purple marks all over her cheeks, along with her neck. The eyes had two butterknives thrusted into them with blood still dripping from the ends. Inserted into the mouth was a fire poker from which he recognized from his own household.
John turned his head away with hot tears streaming down his face and saw a piece of wrinkled up paper upon the ground. He snatched it up and read aloud, “Dear John, You knew I always wanted your wife. Why didn’t you leave her alone? This is your entire fault.
Signed,
Liran Thuar.”
John had met this man years ago. He was the friend of this man for years upon end. Now he hated that man more than any person could know. His hands shaking he tore the piece of paper to shreds and caressed what was left of his dead wife and yelled from that spot, “NOOOOOOOO!”
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 9:33 am
A bed of flowers, safely surrounded by stone walls. There were beautiful pink lilies in bloom, her favorite flower- father had made sure they had been planted, just for her. She loved father and mother, and she was sure they loved her just as much- she had everything she needed, being a lovely child of 4 years, with large shining magenta eyes and the same rose colored hair as mother. Just like mother, said all the servants. Just like mother.
Nanny fell asleep underneath the blossoming cherry tree, stitchery in her hands as always. Clouds were starting to come in, so the little girl ran to wake up Nanny, hoping to make it inside before the rain started to fall... but what was this, why was Nanny not waking up? The embroidery hoop fell to the grass, cold hands no longer keeping grip on it.
"Nana? ...Nana? Wake up Nana! S'going to start t'rain! ...Nana?" Nanny was young and fell asleep often, but father said it was because Nanny had a sickness that made her sleepy all the time... why was she so cold?
The rain began to fall in waves, and as the girl reached out for Nanny, a rough hand grabbed her from behind. Nanny slouched over, a knife in her back, while the girl screamed- the servant that worked in the kitchen, and always gave her treats, glowered down at her, while strange men whisked her away through the server quarters entrance. No one heard her screams, for the estate was so large, and the rain was so thick, and suddenly the world went black-
"They won't pay for her return."
"Bluffing?"
"Here, take this and do it."
Burning pain, darkness.
"Mommy doesn't want you anymore, huh? Where's daddy's money for his little girl?"
Busy streets, rats biting at her feet. Sickly women in the back of the brothel spoon feeding soup. Scary individuals with hoods drawn over their faces, passing coin between hands. Pitying stares- auntie? Is that auntie? Auntie, take me back!
"No one wants damaged goods, Theresia."
Burning fever, desert sand in her mouth. Eyes stitched shut- blindess-
The mercenary awoke, confusion spelled across her half-awake features. Where would such a bizarre dream come from?
She swept her long hair behind her, rolling onto her stomach and resting her head on her crossed arms. Alone in her rented loft, knife beneath her pillow and boots neatly in place on the floor next to her bed. She yawned, running fingers absently over the scarred stitching on her left eye- before jolting awake, again. She sat upright, slapping a hand over the eyepatch she always wore, before worrying her lip and curling back up in bed.
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 12:31 pm
Melethia was tence. She was in a hallway inside a castle that had seen some better days. Some of the curtains were torn. Some of the stone was worn away. Not to mention there was the smell of something bad. Though it was also alot of things that made it look like there were vampire about, though there really weren't any vampires. It was kinda just black...and goth like
Melethia herself was in a lovely black dress, and the dress showed off the features of her body quite well. Her hair was up in a different way. This way was more like she was going to a fancy party. She was also wearing short black gloves and black heels.
"Oh boy," She said to herself. "I have a bad feeling about this."
"As you should my dear." said a male voice. A chill ran up Melethia's spine. She didn't like that voice. She backed up a bit. As she backed up she tripped over something and fell backwards. Something quickly bounded her wrists and then her ankles. She was trapped. She struggled to get loose, though it was no use. A man came to her. As she was walking the floor started to rise up a bit like a table.
"Well..." Said the man, which was the same voice as before, "Trapped like a rat my dear. Now I shall...have some fun with you." There was panic in Melethia's eyes. The man smiled. He was going to enjoy making her suffer. This was one sick man.
"No!" She yelled. "No! No!"
"No!" Melethia sat up and yelled. Her eyes were shot open now. She was a bit scared, though she tried her best to calm herself down.
"It was just a dream." She told herself, "Though it felt like a reality." She sighed. She looked out the window, still dark out. She was really sure she wasn't going to go back to sleep anytime soon.
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 1:09 pm
The paladin walked down the corridor of the castle. But it didn't feel right. The place made it seemed familiar to her..... But at the same time, it wasn't either. Why did it feel strange to her?
Isadora stopped in front of the door. She wasn't sure why she was drawn to the door, but she felt like she had to enter. Isadora placed her hand on the knob, turned, and opened it. There was a strange sensation pouring onto her.
She had entered her room. But the room was different from where she had slept. This room... was her room in Pharae. How did she ended up in Elibe and not Learania?
Before she could grasped on the situation, she felt her body moved, taking her to her dresser. Why was she heading there? It was strange of her to be confused and awkward of herself entering her own room, but she had also felt like she had done this before. Was she having a de ja vu?
The paladin looked at the dresser and saw the letter on top of it. There was a sense of sadness entering inside her as the hand was moving to the letter.
No... Not again!
A finger slid opened the fold of the envelope. As it opened, her hand went inside to pull out the letter. The letter began to unfold.
Please, not this again. Anything, but this.
The paladin dropped to the floor as she let go of the letter, letting it fluttered a bit before landed neatly on the floor. She didn't need to know what the letter said. She knew what the letter was about. It was one of her worst memories that she didn't want to endured. Tears began to flood down her cheeks.
Why..... Why this again?
Darkness began to loom her. The furniture and the background of her room began to fade in black. This was not what the paladin wanted to experience. The same experience. Hadn't she tried to get over it?
....
She felt a presence behind her. Who or what could it be? Curious, she turned around.
Standing few yards from her was a man. He was wearing an armor, but not as much as the knights and cavaliers wore. That armor.... It looked familiar. She recognized that armor. A hint of surprise sprung inside her heart. The paladin got up and quickly ran toward the man.
"Harken, don't go! Don't leave me again!"
She couldn't bear being abandoned again. She couldn't stand being alone again. Why must he leave her the second time?
As she got nearer, she screamed out his name. The man turned. It was him. It was Harken. He-
Isadora stopped her pace when she got a full view of the face. Another surprise sprung in her heart as she looked at him confused.
"Renault?"
What was he doing here? Why was he wearing the same uniform Harken wore?
Before she could ask him, she saw something moving in the darkness. She couldn't see what it was, but she saw movements moving. Suddenly, dark energies forming into a wolf and snake as it began to circle him.
Alarm flooded her body as she started to move, screaming "No!" Then she felt her body flung backward. An explosion had blew up when she tried to get near the Archbishop. It was too late for her. To late for her to save.
As her body descended, she felt something swarming around her body. She looked. Black smokes were beginning to wrap around her body. Panick began to flood as she tried to swipe it off her. It didn't fade away. It continued to warp. The further it go, the more dense it became. She saw that it was starting to become scarly and furry. This was not good.
Isadora moved her hand toward her sword.... But her sword wasn't there. Where was it? What happened to her sword?
Before she could think of a plan desperately, she saw an image of a snake with black fur as its mane with two wolfish ears. The creature quickly opened its mouth and charged at her.
Isadora screamed as she sat up quickly and opened her eyes. Cold sweats were pouring from her forehead as she felt the chill running down her spine. She breathed heavily as she looked around. Although it was dimmed, she could see that she was in her room. Looking down, she saw that she had entangled herself with her bedsheets.
The paladin sighed in relief as she lied down again. It was a dream. A horrible dream. Never had she dreamed that before. She knew that she had dreamt of Harken leaving her sometimes. However, this was different from what she had dreamt. Would could it be?
Isadora turned her head and looked out the window. She could see that the sky was starting to change its color. It seemed that morning was about to come.
She slowly sat up and got out of bed. Although she wanted to get some sleep, she knew that she had to get ready. There were chores that she needed to finish before the party began. Life of the crew was always busy.
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 1:42 pm
This was it..the final battle...with this everything happening in Magvel will end. The sacred stone..the undeads...Lyon..
"So I'm here again..." The prince pondered, taking in his surroundings as it was all to familier. Run down ruins, the smell of rotting corpse burning his nose..his best friend....What....What was he doing here? These memories..weren't they long forgotten after that battle..?
"Tell me, Ephraim: do I look like I've grown stronger?" Ephraim spun his heel, turning so that he came face to face with the man he had defeated..that he had taken down with his own two hands. "L-Lyon..?" now questioning whether this was a reality or still a dream..it seemed all too real. "The last time we dueled, I was too weak to test you. Why, I was so weak, I even lost to Eirika..." pain struck Ephraim through the core.
Why..?
This..This was not how it was suppose to end.. "Lyon..I" studdering on words he can't even bring up. Lyon CHOSE this path, so why was this suddenly hitting him where it hurt most..?
"I will defeat you"
No..
"and then I will save the people of Grado"
No...Stop this..
"No one..."
It can't...end like this..
"You know, Ephraim... I always wanted to be you"
ENOUGH!!!!! THAT'S ENOUGH!!
"LYON!" Ephraim screamed as he flung up from his bed, dressed half naked. Beads of sweat slowly rolled down from his forhead down to his chin. His entire body shook, not from a chill but by how real that dream felt. His hands were already trembling to the point where he can't even pick up a glass of water. "...A...dream..?" He whispered, clutching at his chest at the sudden jolt of pain he received. That dream was too real. "Why..did it seem.." ..Why did he dream about that one incident at the time..? Why only Lyon's death..? Was it because he wasn't there to witness his father's death? Or because he killed Lyon..Or...
because he couldn't save him.
"Stop it, Ephraim. Get a grip!" He raised both hands, still shaking and suddenly slapped himself to reality.
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 2:10 pm
What an unnaturally chilly night. And so dark, too...even under the covers and with his wife's warmth it was still much too cold. He drew closer to her, wrapping his arms around Blossom and breathing in the sweet, familiar scent of her hair. Soon Aidan was drifting away once more, until--
"Hnnn."
She wriggled out of his grasp and made an irritated noise before getting up and walking out of the room. He sat up, puzzled, and stared after her; it wasn't like they hugged like that every other cold night, was it? He threw off the blankets and followed her, smoothing down his tousled brown hair as he went. How weird. Blossom never got up in the middle of the night just like that, either.
The young woman led Aidan outside, her soft white nightgown just barely visible in the night. She wasn't even shivering, either, and here he was, shaking like a leaf! What he wouldn't give for his--
--cloak? Suddenly he was sixteen years old; the hard night chill was replaced with a forceful breeze. Blossom was sixteen again, too, her hair in those long pigtails that rippled behind her as she tried to hold her tent down against the wind.
...No, it was this day again, wasn't it? But Kent was the one who had jumped in to save her, and it was only the two of them here surrounded by empty tents: the army was nowhere to be seen. Aidan fell into a sprint immediately, but she was so far away when the wind finally sent her tumbling and into the coursing river behind her--oh, Elimine, she hasn't learned to swim yet, please let me get there in time!! he thought as he frantically swam towards the drowning girl.
He leapt into the water, cloak, bag, and all, and as their fingertips brushed he felt himself falling, falling, and the scene shifted. But this time, there was no light, and he stood stupidly in the center of someplace very dark and, he guessed, very large. Aidan was still wet from his little swim, but his nose stung from some terrible stench. What WAS that awful smell?
Then the darkness lifted.
Blood. There was blood everywhere. How could he not recognize it, the smell of metal, the smell of war, the smell of--
Corpses. There were corpses as far as the eye could see, strewn crudely all over the stone floors. Entrails, limbs; he felt his throat burn, he wanted to vomit or cry or both because in all this wretched silence and stillness he knew.
These were the people he had killed.
And in the corner, a man sobbed--with a pang of guilt he realized this was his best friend, clutching a bleeding stump of a right leg. Feeling sicker than ever he made his way towards him, stepping over bodies as best as he could.
"J-Jaylin, wait up, I-I'll be there to help you in a--"
"No, Aidan," he interrupted, shaking his head. "Wake up."
"...What?"
"Wake up."
"Wait! Jaylin, where is this?! Where's Blossom?! I--"
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He felt himself jerk back to reality and he sat bolt upright, breathing heavily. Aidan placed a hand on his chest--his heart was pounding like a drum. Okay...Deep breaths. Deep breaths. His fist gripped the sheets as he tried to steady himself.
"Only a nightmare..."
But he was never good at reassuring himself. Especially not when he was alone again tonight.
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 2:44 pm
I was blessed with the gifts of the goddess, so show me respect!
It's not every day that you stumble across a rarity like me.₪Victoria₪ Victoria strolled into the square of Eyris. It seemed like a normal day, and that nothing could possibly go wrong. The vendors were busy dealing with the many haggling customers. She could see the Watch officers making their rounds, recognizing a few of their faces as she took her normal walking route to the clinic she put in her daily hours.
And that's when things turned ugly. She was literally steps away from the clinic, when what looked like a series of mines begun to just suddenly set themselves off in a straight-lined chain reaction.
Buildings collapsed so very easily, crumbling to dust in seconds flat.
When the dust cleared from her eyes, Victoria felt like she was in the most horrible of predicaments. All around her, people gathered, injured people who escaped from the sudden attack. All were suffering, all were pleading, begging for help, but her powers, as blessed as they were had limits. She used one sweep of Fortify, but more had come, dug out from the wreckage which was once Eyris City.
There was a ninth time she tried to use the mass healing spell, when the staff's gem shattered into a thousand shiny red pieces. In her terror, she had to watch as many, many injured Eyris civilians came to her for salvation, and all she could ask for, in the tears of a bishop, was that the Goddess spared their agonized souls. There was no saving their lives without healing magic.
Oh... St. Elmine... why... this was my home... why...
She was about to cry out in the anguish that she faced, but a hand placed itself gently on her shoulder. It was a transparent form of a person she knew so well. "Father... Nathaniel..." she said, staring towards her adoptive father and idol.
"Wake up, Victoria my child.... wake up..."
"What I am-"
"I am awake!" Victoria shouted out loud, as she got up, tears streaming down her cheeks. It took her a few seconds to realize that she was in her room, and it was well into night time still. Just a nightmare, that's all... just a nightmare.ΘжElmine's LightжΘ If you are my ally, fear not, for healing is coming your way.
Become my enemy and you'll be purged, and dead you shall stay.
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 2:50 pm
No time to be lazy
The journey is perfect The pace is so crazy
The race is so worth it ◄AKIHI►◄ALIHI►◄AMARA►
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Akihi was surrounded with books. There were a myriad of books, scattered all around his feet, each promising something different. It was what the mage's mind conjured up whenever he heard about the library in FEFGA's manor. The smallest of smiles on his face, he took the closest book in his hands, one that was a deep violet with gold adornments along the cover.
Only... when he opened it, darkness engulfed the entire room, leaving only him and the book. Startled, he flung his hands up, chucking the object high in the air, as if it were poisonous. It began to sizzle as soon as it left his hands, and after ten seconds it was completely gone. He blinked in confusion, hands clenched tight and close to his chest. The darkness was not receding. Why was the darkness not receding?! Akihi trembled slightly. He was scared... he was so, so scared... why was no one there? It wasn't fair... why did he have to suffer?
And then, there was a voice, calling out to him, joined quickly by others. Quickly, he walked, and then jogged, and then ran towards the voices, hand extending outwards. He knew the voices. They were so familiar...
Alihi found herself in a completely different situation. She was back home in Elibe, back on that terrible, terrible day. Often this moment would repeat in her mind, over and over, almost taunting her with what could have been done differently.
Only... this time, the dream took an interesting turn. This time, he lived. Tears filled her eyes, and she found herself soon in the white gown she always dreamed about as a child. She couldn't believe it... it was actually happening. A bright smile appeared on her face.
That smile faded, though, when she tried to remember something. It was something important... something she really cared about... but nothing came. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't remember. The scene in front of her distorted, flickering between the two lands she loved. What was it...?
Amara squealed loudly, tumbling down a hill.
... A hill made of candy, that is!
She kept rolling until she hit a chocolate-bar-wall, which crumbled upon impact. Grinning, she picked up one of the chocolate shards and bit into it. It melted in her mouth, the flavor going from chocolate to cherries to strawberries back to chocolate. The girl's eyes widened with amazement. It was the best chocolate ever! She continued to eat apart the chocolate wall, squealing with delight with each bite. It was wonderful...
The dreams all ended, though, and they all sat up, staring at each other with puzzled looks. It was brighter now, signifying the beginning of a new day. Alihi grinned, taking Amara in her arms and hoisting her up onto her shoulders. The young girl yawned widely, gripping her mother's hair loosely in small hands.
"... You still sleepy, Amara?" Akihi asked softly, brushing some of the small girl's red locks out of her face. "You can sleep a bit more... I think we're not there yet. Is that right, Ali?" He looked questioningly at his twin sister.
Alihi nodded. "Yup! We've got a ways to go..." She rested her hands against Amara's legs as a security just in case the tired girl decided to tip. "Rest up, sweetie. I'm sure you're going to want to see everyone as soon as we arrive!"
As soon as Amara began to drift off, the tactician turned to her brother. "... Thanks for agreeing to come along, Aki. You'll love Eyris... I promise." She smiled brightly.
He blinked in confusion but nodded slowly. "Oh... No problem..."
Without another word, the three of them continued on the path to Eyris.
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I will be with you
We'll do this together
Always together
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