|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Wed May 27, 2015 2:13 pm
Quote: gaia_star IF YOU WERE IN THE PRISON: +5 black door points. A memory unlocks. You realize you have been chained before. You feel pain, fear, and then nothing as your body twists into a weapon and you are sealed. This is a weapon memory. Quote: gaia_star IF YOU ARE A BLACK/RED/GREEN KNIGHT: +5 black door points. A memory unlocks. You remember coming to this world as a shadow creature, having to fight others for space and land. You remember trying to find yourself, only to be swept in a terrible battle between the horsemen, Morgana, and of course Camelot. This is a weapon memory. Quote: gaia_star IF YOU HAVE FIVE OR MORE SACRED CARDS: +5 blue door points. Your loyalty to serve burns strong. A memory unlocks. You remember training to one day become a knight. This is a knight memory.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed May 27, 2015 2:14 pm
Blue. Black. Neither was green. Neither could help. He reached for the blue. Ignatius was blue. It was a good choice when these were his only two. So why was his palm flat against the black door, his fingers curling as the phantom shards pierced him again, changing him. Feathers, so many feathers, smoking shades of grey at first, then blazing with an unnatural light. He glowed, blue and gold, but his heart was charred dark.
One last memory of the human he had thought he was came to him as he turned. A harsh beam of light from the open door. His mother silhouetted there. Brenley. Brenley.
"Brenley, are you all right?"
"Yes, I..." He looked up from the steaming bowl in his lap, frowning when he smelled the mixture turn the instant he stopped stirring. Another experiment ruined. "What is it?"
"Sir Ardin is here," she said. "He has come to train Castor and Liam and he wants to know if you've made any progress with your axes."
Bren spared a glance for the nzappa zap that leaned against the wall by his bed. He hadn't touched them since the last time Ardin had come around. But he heard the worry in his mother's voice, saw the holy medallion she wore, and when he spoke, his words were lies.
"I have, mother. I'll be out in a minute."
He couldn't remember what he had been called before. The boy's bo was Lat... Statler... but that was not him. Or was it? Maybe it had been once, but he had been Brenley as well, and more recently, so he clung to that instead.
The village was his territory first, a little over twenty humans to do with as he pleased. He was so careful not to kill after that first mistake, when one had ceased its wailing and toppled over for no reason at all. So careful. When he found one of their fleshy pink cubs dead, a ragged slice through its chest, he knew he wasn't alone.
In a matter of days the new shadow had taken over. It was a horseman's tool, so he chose the sidhe, just to get them back. Just for revenge.
He spread his new wings warily, still unsure as to how to command them. Brenley closed his eyes and willed himself to think. It was something he had been good at, but he wasn't who he had been at all.
Another memory cut through him painfully, and he dropped to his knees.
The chains constricted his wrists and pulled his legs together until he overbalanced and toppled to the ground. His wings flapped and they knocked his captors flat beside him, even lifted him a couple of inches off of the ground, but it wasn't enough. Something else held him immobile, some power equally as impossible as he was, and once it had a hold of him, it effortlessly shrank him from a majestic, terrifying beast into an angry wooden stick.
It did so in an instant, but it felt like days. Bones cracked, his throat went raw from screaming, and they watched. He would kill them. They would die in agony. He didn't want this...
The gryphon flexed a clawed fist, ignoring the tears that streaked down his cheeks as he stepped completely and decisively through the black door. The Great King shone like a beacon of hope. He would be the first to fall.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
