...For trainees whom we deemed inadequate of fulfilling another role.
Inadequate
Inadequate
Inadequate, was she? Made of her fear, was she? She'd show him. She'd show him she was not 'inadequate', and she didn't fear anything. Though that was a lie, as Candace did fear one thing...failure. She couldn't fail. She just couldn't. She had to be perfect, she had to make it in this new life she'd been given. Failure was not an option. She had to prove that she was worthy of this second chance she'd been given, or was it third? Considering she felt her life to be over when she was recruited into all this she was going to call it her third chance. They said she needed a weapon? Then she'd damn well get a weapon.
Nice work in that room, by the way. Very pretty.
Candace's eyes narrowed as she walked down the stairs toward the room she had been told she needed to get to, flipping back her long black scarf. It was in the way. She couldn't stop, not for anything. Though she was wishing she had some kind of flashlight as she refused to slow down. She had to get a weapon. She needed one. She just...she had to. If not for herself, then for humanity, right? Candace stopped once she reached the bottom of the stairs, her gaze immediately drawn to the flickering torch before looking to the other wall. The one with the glowing runes.
This was it.
This was her chance to redeem herself. Would she get a beautiful glowing scythe like Caelius? She truly hoped she did.
Hell, if she could just have that scythe life would be fantastic.
Candace stepped up to the wall, looking up at it with awe and wonderment. It was beautiful. Spectacular. There were not enough words in the English language to describe how beautiful this wall was to her.
Her weapon was in here somewhere. She brushed her fingers against the wall.
This way, child... Sang a low, sweet voice. One could almost hear the dark grin behind it. Candace paused a moment to look around. Who was there? She was almost afraid to speak. But not too afraid, apparently.
"Hello..?" That voice. Was it inside her head? It sent shivers down her spine, but she just had to find the source of the voice.
A chuckle rang through her head. Candace turned on her heel to look all around her.
"Who is that? Who's there?" Damnit. This was just like out of a horror movie!
Come find me. But how could she find this voice if it was in her head? Where was it coming from? There was no direction to it! Yet something compelled her to move onward, dragging her fingers along the wall with the lightest of touches. It was almost as if Candace feared touching the wall too much would have adverse effects on this whole weapons ceremony thing. Or something. Either way, she was being extremely cautious. Come find me, Candace. Oh, my darling little Candace. The voice chuckled. It was definitely female, and it was sweet...too sweet. It was as if it was forcing the tone to lure her in. It was dangerous.
Candace liked dangerous. She continued on, fingers brushing the wall. Soon she heard another sound. It was...humming? The humming didn't quite belong to that voice, but it drew her in.
You're almost there... The voice chuckled.
She walked faster, wanting to reach the voice. The humming grew louder and louder until suddenly she stopped walking, eyes trained on a glowing rune in particular that her hand rest on.
That one.
Candace pulled open the tablet and peered into it, gasping at what she saw. A blade. "A...scythe?" It was purple! She pulled it out, expecting there to be some kind of long handle. Wait, what was this? She stared down at the strange blade in her hand. It looked like a shoe. The low chuckle rang in her voice with true amusement.
Ah, foolish child. Why want one blade...when you can have two? Candace looked up again to see what the voice was talking about. That was when she spotted it, the second blade. She gasped, pulling it out from the tablet in the wall. The moment she touched it the two blades materialized onto her feet, the jewels and cuts within the blades themselves glowing purple.
"What--"
What am I, you ask? Why I am none other than the great Atropos. Only the finest weapon ever forged, let no one else tell you otherwise. No weapon is as great as I. Atropos laughed, an eerie sound that rang through Candace's head. Well, if she hadn't felt crazy before she damn well felt crazy now. You look like a fine young woman. It will be an honor to both of us to work together, I believe. Now go. We have things to do.
Atropos. Like the Greek myth? No way! But...if she remembered right...
Candace smirked. Oh, yes. A wonderful name. She quite liked it. "Alright, let's go."
Nice work in that room, by the way. Very pretty.
Candace's eyes narrowed as she walked down the stairs toward the room she had been told she needed to get to, flipping back her long black scarf. It was in the way. She couldn't stop, not for anything. Though she was wishing she had some kind of flashlight as she refused to slow down. She had to get a weapon. She needed one. She just...she had to. If not for herself, then for humanity, right? Candace stopped once she reached the bottom of the stairs, her gaze immediately drawn to the flickering torch before looking to the other wall. The one with the glowing runes.
This was it.
This was her chance to redeem herself. Would she get a beautiful glowing scythe like Caelius? She truly hoped she did.
Hell, if she could just have that scythe life would be fantastic.
Candace stepped up to the wall, looking up at it with awe and wonderment. It was beautiful. Spectacular. There were not enough words in the English language to describe how beautiful this wall was to her.
Her weapon was in here somewhere. She brushed her fingers against the wall.
This way, child... Sang a low, sweet voice. One could almost hear the dark grin behind it. Candace paused a moment to look around. Who was there? She was almost afraid to speak. But not too afraid, apparently.
"Hello..?" That voice. Was it inside her head? It sent shivers down her spine, but she just had to find the source of the voice.
A chuckle rang through her head. Candace turned on her heel to look all around her.
"Who is that? Who's there?" Damnit. This was just like out of a horror movie!
Come find me. But how could she find this voice if it was in her head? Where was it coming from? There was no direction to it! Yet something compelled her to move onward, dragging her fingers along the wall with the lightest of touches. It was almost as if Candace feared touching the wall too much would have adverse effects on this whole weapons ceremony thing. Or something. Either way, she was being extremely cautious. Come find me, Candace. Oh, my darling little Candace. The voice chuckled. It was definitely female, and it was sweet...too sweet. It was as if it was forcing the tone to lure her in. It was dangerous.
Candace liked dangerous. She continued on, fingers brushing the wall. Soon she heard another sound. It was...humming? The humming didn't quite belong to that voice, but it drew her in.
You're almost there... The voice chuckled.
She walked faster, wanting to reach the voice. The humming grew louder and louder until suddenly she stopped walking, eyes trained on a glowing rune in particular that her hand rest on.
That one.
Candace pulled open the tablet and peered into it, gasping at what she saw. A blade. "A...scythe?" It was purple! She pulled it out, expecting there to be some kind of long handle. Wait, what was this? She stared down at the strange blade in her hand. It looked like a shoe. The low chuckle rang in her voice with true amusement.
Ah, foolish child. Why want one blade...when you can have two? Candace looked up again to see what the voice was talking about. That was when she spotted it, the second blade. She gasped, pulling it out from the tablet in the wall. The moment she touched it the two blades materialized onto her feet, the jewels and cuts within the blades themselves glowing purple.
"What--"
What am I, you ask? Why I am none other than the great Atropos. Only the finest weapon ever forged, let no one else tell you otherwise. No weapon is as great as I. Atropos laughed, an eerie sound that rang through Candace's head. Well, if she hadn't felt crazy before she damn well felt crazy now. You look like a fine young woman. It will be an honor to both of us to work together, I believe. Now go. We have things to do.
Atropos. Like the Greek myth? No way! But...if she remembered right...
Candace smirked. Oh, yes. A wonderful name. She quite liked it. "Alright, let's go."
