it was strange they should ask, since that was all Isaa had to offer. For the sake of her distant goal, Isaa felt that she could give up anything. As she stopped forward into the next room, a turmoil, a hurricane of memories, emotions and strangeness hit her, knocking her back mentally. As she started to grasp, to feel, the red ate at her, like a ferocious animal, tearing it's fangs into her understanding.
The voice crept into her being, as the venomous intent and malicious hurtfulness threatened the newly found sense within her--
--and she was rescued. Rescued by the goddesses, her saviors--
she breathed a sigh of relief, upon seeing their tall battles, the heights she could enver reach.
She made a small motion of her fingers, before signalling her choice.
Destruction.
"Oh, there's another door-- Whoop de doo." Vaith sighed, running his hands through his hair. "As if a heart is super easy to come by, as it is--" Didnt they spend all this time to develop their current heart?! He made frenzied motions, frustratedly, as he shook his head.
"AH WHATEVER--" He needed this done and dancing weird motions out here wasn't going to solve anything for him. Surprisingly, there was no bang or boom that he expected, upon entering the door. It didn't feel like his heart was taken yet..
.. Last words.
The memories were spinning, choking him, as a word tried to come forward. It wouldn't, forcing the shadow to gasp for air physically, as if somebody was holding him back. Then the red came, the burning, the searing through his very heart, until Taivoh was on the ground.
From the ground, he saw the battle of colors.. In his exhausted state, he watched, as the searing lessened and the pain faded.
"Oh good lord, another choice?"
He looked to the side.
"If I have to, I'd pick pride."
Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:17 pm
Aima's eyes were narrowed in both disappointment and suspicion at the large room. She'd expected something more than statues, but then, she never knew what to expect with the goddesses. Either way, it was an eyesore and a pain that she'd been summoned like this. She didn't care about whatever task they had offered for her. No matter what they said, she was going to deny them.
It never did work out the way she expected. She saw the large, colorful door, but chose to ignore it in favor of examining the statues as she walked past.
Your fourth and final Trial is near. Your fragments will be tested, do not falter. You will not be forgotten.
Her fragments? She wasn't a fragment. She was a person, a living being with emotions and thoughts. Her lips twitched in a sneer of annoyance. How dare they treat her like this? How dare they mock her like this?
A wall does not protect, a wall can only buy you time. A wall can only give you what you need to carry on.
"Who the ******** cares about your damn wall, goddess," Aima spat. Certainly not her, that much was apparent. She couldn't help it. She'd avoided as many tasks as she could, choosing not to gather the goddesses' requests. It was easier that way, she felt less guilty. She didn't need their damn wall of protection.
Your fragments, your memories will guide the way. Sacrifice them for us. We love you most.
Aima resisted the urge to spit on the plaque. What a bunch of bullshit. She wouldn't sacrifice them and she certainly didn't love the goddesses, least of all the blue one.
Finally, she turned to the door. There was no choice but to enter, she supposed. Perhaps the actual goddesses were waiting in there. Maybe this was all a bad dream. She hoped to god it was a bad dream.
Large words were carved across the top of the door.
Offer to us your Heart.
"Definitely not." Aima turned around to leave, resolute in her determination not to do the goddesses bidding. Above all, she definitely wasn't giving herself up. She'd promised Amity that. She was her own creature, and this was bullshit.
There was nothing in front of her. The path had disappeared, as did the ground around her. "Cheeky bastards," she grumbled, turning to push the door in. She might have given in easily, but the goddesses hadn't given her much of a choice. They never gave her a choice.
The goddesses awaited on the other side, just like she'd suspected. She was at least relieved to see that the other pedestals hadn't been filled still. Red, blue, purple. Aima noticed the difference, but said nothing. Actually, she didn't do anything at all. She just waited for them to speak. The bastards probably wanted the first word in anyways.
Sacrifice yourself for us. Sacrifice yourself for us. Sacrifice yourself for us.
"No."
Other figures joined her in the room, crowding her vision with a mixture of black, grey and tiny, tiny beating hearts. They glowed many colors, as did hers. She looked down at her own heart, seeing it'd grown somewhat. It wasn't the same dull yellow, it sometimes switched between colors. It didn't leave her any less paranoid of the situation though. Her own heart didn't provide her comfort.
A word came to mind, but she had no time to think of it. The goddesses were speaking.
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"Yet, you are still so little."
"You cannot escape forever."-
- "Or so it goes." -
Aima watched with bored apathy. The goddesses were putting on a show? Who gave a ********. She just wanted out of this place. "Just give me my task so I can l-"
CRACK.
The very sky itself split, bleeding into the black and grey with red, bright red. Aima's head snapped to the Ruin goddess, but even she seemed baffled. The color smeared across the entire skull, until the moon revealed-
A face.
Aima wasn't faced. She gave the moon the same apathetic look she'd given the goddesses. The moon had been growing closer this entire time- it had been easy to deduce that it would eventually grow too close to sit comfortably. The face was a tad surprising, but she'd seen a goddess form a tea party out of thin air. A moving eye wasn't really impressive. The more worrisome fact was what it was going to do. If it was sentient or unfriendly, then she would panic.
"I once would have been a Queen. The most beautiful Queen, the Greatest Queen. Yet my throne was torn from me, without mercy, without justice. False kings and prophets, wise children and brave knights will bow to my wrath and crumble until they are no more. I will give you all that you deserve until I, we, become once again, rightfully, a Queen. Your memories we gave to you to create far greater memories. Now, return your Hearts to us in this last and final task."
"Definitely not."
Aima moved forward to try and part the crowd, but instead was greeted with a lightshow. "You've got to be kidding me." Foliage and gold trim filled the sky. Any other time, Aima would have considered it both horrifying and beautiful at the same time.
Now she was just annoyed.
"Will you give up so much-
- "-when you have experienced so little in return?"
"At least somebody gets it," Aima grumbled, feeling relatively tossed about by the goddesses and their little tiffs.
They were making her choose. How childish.
The ruins and foliage gave way to a lush palace, resplendent with gold and ivory. A golden throne was placed before her, a crown sitting upon it.
Her hand moved to her chest. This was something she could give her being to. Aima had deduced that no matter which choice she made, they would take her heart. The goddesses had already trapped her- this was her end.
But she could live on.
She could live on by the mouths of others.
Vanity would remain. Her name would be spoken in fame, she wouldn't be forgotten. Not now, not ever. She would live on.
With no regrets, Aima plunged her nails into her chest. It was agony, pain dripping off every memory that leaked out of her pores. She gritted her teeth- Aima wouldn't scream. She wouldn't give them the satisfaction of a blood curdling shout. No, she would grit and bare it just like everything else they'd handed her.
With a sickening snap her heart finally gave way. Her breathing was heavy, but she didn't falter. She began walking towards the throne, the crown.
"You have made the correct choice. This is the end for you, but the beginning for me. Your sacrifice will not be in vain."
That's right. It was the beginning for Aima, whoever the hell that girl was. It was the beginning of her new life. Her new fame.
Her victory over the goddesses' dilemma.
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Character name: Aima Character appearance: A small shadow with braided hair. The braids disappear into the nothingness around her. A cold, mechanical yellow heart in the center of her chest. Link to Heart Loghere Current HP 80 Current weapon equipped: Broken Wings
Kin blinked at the plaques. He had so much more to offer the goddesses than a simple sacrifice of himself "but I can do so much more" he said quietly. There was no answer from his goddesses nor the others he had done so many tasks for. There was a slight confusion within himself, he had done so much for them, why did they want him to sacrifice himself, did he not work hard enough for them? Did he not give everything he was to them already.
Only moments later he glanced up, the moon, the red moon he had been ignoring the entire time he pursued everything they wanted from him, he wasn't strong enough yet, not for this.
A choice, something wanted him to choose between the three wild colors battling for rule of the red moon. So many emotions burned within his prismatic heart, the experiences he had taken part in.
He could remember, the memories they had taken from him, the girl, she seemed so important to him in the memories but not now. The memories of her made him hurt, be bitter, so unlike the person he had become for the goddesses. You would think his choice would be destruction, to destroy those that caused pain, destroy the memories, make those that had made him hurt feel the same hurt they had caused him. But his goddesses had showed him something, there was no good in destruction, he wanted to create, create new memories, a place where others could be more at peace than the cruel memories and people had made him.
So he chose creation.
"You have made the correct choice. This is the end for you, but the beginning for me. Your sacrifice will not be in vain."
His end, he didn't want it to end. He wanted to help create, resisting for a moment as he felt his heart being ripped from him was futile. His prismatic heart was torn from his chest, a final sacrifice.
Character name: Kin Character appearance: Muscular figure with wings and tail, black dog tags, fanged smile. Link to Heart LogHere Current HP 22/40 Current weapon equipped Simple Protection
Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:23 pm
It's a lot to take in, but L'Cakepies pops out his heart, and plunks it down on the Green altar.
A greater state of being requiring her heart to fulfill an even greater reason. It aggitated her that something as simple as a name eluded her - it was a great state of oneself, was it not? To use one's name meant to be recognized as existing. Sighing out of her nose, she gave it all a thought before deciding on her path.
She would choose Pride. Green foliage and a red temple faded away like scales, until she was in a long stretch before her, gold and marble shimmered around her, making her shoes click with each step.
Standing in front of the crown, she almost knew what she had to do, and instinctively worked towards pulling her heart out, feeling the emotion and ache of removing such a important piece of her ripped out of her body.
Without a heart, she was just a shell.
But, she would never just disappear, she would still be there. One way or another.
Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:24 pm
Had she... come full circle then?
Curious eyes took in the wide pillars, the dark pedestals, the trio of statues. She circled the widest pillar as she'd done once before, taking in each silent cheer from the goddess' pedestals before standing once more before Longing. Her goddess. Her meaning. Viae's head cocked. Memories would be her guide..? Was that what she'd been searching for then? Herself? The context of the moment had such a thing ring logic, but as she thought of the trials, the battles she'd fought... she wasn't sure.
She'd spent less time searching, more time... finding? Combatants, companions. Reasons to laugh. Reasons to rage. And reasons more to calm down and smile and enjoy herself. Now she was to... what?
Answer yet another call?
Viae turned towards the door that summoned her, spine stiffening at the line that whispered into her skull:
Offer to us your Heart.
Hadn't she already lost it? The ache in her chest still echoed every now and then. But... would it be different? Less painful, offering it of her own will? There was a thought. A comfort as she stepped forward, stepped through the gate. Wasn't like she had anywhere else to go.
The color of her goddess reached her first in the next room. Purple? Though charmed by this, she was confused and somewhat alarmed to see Paranoia was now blue. Did that mean her allegiance had changed?
Sacrifice yourself for us.
...perhaps her allegiance needed to change.
She rested her hand on her chest, again willing herself to believe the concept that free will altered the pain. That giving freely to the goddesses would change... something. It was only then she began to notice how the color was... not just blue any more--
Ovfeimal was going to kill her, she had no doubt.
"Don't you dare mention my mother!"
Be strong. Be strong. Focus.
--The memories rushed her. Something catches in her throat, and she can't dislodge it. A nagging. A sensation unlike any other. She who was not She, but had to be She. Who else could she be?
Some of the figures around her bleed familiarity. For a moment she thought she spotted Zanna, but could not move fast enough to be sure. The fact the ground was trembling below her, the sky above red with a bloody moon, didn't aid her. The voice roared in her head, making its will her own, its pain her own. Return the Heart. Return and make it whole once more.
That was when light and life shattered the red haze.
She'd gone closer to the edge. To that brink, but the sky cracking into gold and green had paused her, calmed her. Awed her. She was struck by a fact, a reality she had not comprehended until now: She was not Viae Gelds.
She was someone else.
Who? Not She.
Another question to seek.
Three paths before her. Three crowns.
"Choose Pride, and your legacy will become unforgotten."
That all but sang to her very core. Her first few steps were her own. Hasty, excited, thrilled... frightened. The golden hall greeted her, and she smiled, feeling the majesty of this place filling her and lifting her.
It was this lifted part, this other part, that dug her claws into her own chest. Cut. Ripped. Snared. Snipped. The pain was instant. She could not pull back, or pull away. Each step was as if a hammer banged her hand further into her chest. Grasping her heart, she watched in numbed horror as she pulled it out. Held it towards Pride. Offered it towards the throne and crown.
Someone was shouting that name.
Viae tried to catch it, replace her heart with it. She wanted to ask what sort of legacy she could leave behind... if she were dead, and not even she was aware of that name? Her lids slid shut. The question was lost to the winds.
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Character name: Viae Gelds Character appearance: A slender figure with a red core. Feathered wings hang low at her back. Link to Heart LogHere Current HP 80/80 Current weapon equipped Simple Reflection
It was always something; the irresistible pull, the one that guided Repoem out of the fog. He passed through the door after reading the sentence. Offer us your Heart. Sacrifice yourself for us, sacrifice yourself for us, sacrifice yourself for us. There was always something they needed him to do. For all of them to do, he corrected as he caught sight of other shadows like himself.
Repoem gripped his staff tightly, eying the others with suspicion that was dashed as the memories began to resurface. His knees buckled as he clutched at his staff for support. He was missing something, something important.
The loud crack from above drew his attention skyward. He wanted to shrink back and pull away from the burning red. He didn't like it. He didn't want it. He tried to shut his ear-fins from it, succumbing to his knees.
As the sky turned green and gold the pressure finally relented, allowing him to raise his gaze once again skyward.
They called for a sacrifice; a Heart. Repoem clutched at his core, located as it was in his eye. Was it worth it? Was it worth it to carry the burden of shame? He flexed his claws, trying to tear into his core. He didn't need to know. Was it worth destroying everything for the sake of his pride?
The Shrine around him shifted, changing. The cold fog and green foliage disappeared as marbled floors and golden hallways replaced it. Repoem stumbled to his feet, approaching the throne. He dropped his staff, reaching out to lay a hand on the golden crown of Pride.
Repoem tore his core out and offered it with shaking hands before he sunk into sweet oblivion.
Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:27 pm
The shrine… back where it all began, where the child got his first blessing. Where he went with his companion for their forms. Where he offered up… so many things he couldn't remember. It had been a safe place, and a terrible place.
And now it was merely chaos.
The little one wanted to pull away, wanted to run back to the waterfalls and crumbling stonework where he had once chased fragments. Where he had first experienced joy, and companionship. He wanted to once again be that untroubled little shadow, but there was no hiding from the scenario unfolding before him. Was this what the goddesses wanted? Did he become more of himself for this?
Almost too soon, the choice was upon him. And he chose creation.
The little one moved forward. He wanted to know why, what was the point of all of this? He wanted to see more. He wanted to know if he was destined to be insignificant, a mere vessel for the blessings of the goddesses, a small shard of matter that merely came together with the others to create this madness in front of him.
The vines and branches swirled around, vibrant and green. They reminded him of that first task… Surely he could give up his heart for that. Surely he could endure this pain. He could endure the tearing pain in his heart, and the pain that went deeper as he remembered what the goddesses had taken from him. He could endure the pain of knowing what he had done. He could endure it. This sacrifice. And then slowly, the pain became nothing.
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:33 pm
When Feng walked into the shrine, all the statues were where they should be. The plaques, as he'd found to be the pattern, where different though. The final trial was finally near, and he'd be able to prove his worth, that's what he learned from the goddess' plaques. The remaining pedestals didn't say anything.
The fog stirred around him and he looked around. Something was calling to him. Not out loud, but instead like it was pulling him, pulling him in the direction it wanted him to go. He followed as if in a daze through the white churning fog until he came upon a huge door.
Offer us your heart.
Anything. He was so close to proving his worth, he'd give anything. He stepped through.
So much quiet. He looked around the room, and at first it was like he hadn't even gone through the door. But the goddesses were different, and their plaques had changed again. Around them were the four familiar and empty pedestals.
He circled around the pillars until he realized that there were other things here. Other figures, shapes. Some looked a lot like him, but others were strange and different. There was one that seemed to stretch around the entire pillar in up and down arcs until it came to a great, horned head. They were just shapes, no details, but in their center of their chests (or.. where he approximated the chest to be on the long shadow) was their hearts, and they resonated with his own in a glow of warmth.
He looked down to his own heart and watched, for a moment, as it shifted in time with his emotions. At he watched, something else came to him, chaning the colors faster.
Memories.
They should belong to him, he thought. They felt like his, and sounded like his, but they played out like they belonged to someone else in another world.
Something came to the front of his mind, surging up his throat and trying to escape. It was a word, a name? But when he tried to speak it, it was gone. In every memory that passed, the name was gone.
He doesn't have any more time to dwell on it. The floor shook beneath him and red light burned at his eyes. Something cracked, and then the fog was gone and all he could see was the moon. He belonged to this moon, he could feel it. It had grabbed hold of him and it wasn't going to let go.
It's words boomed through his head until all he could hear, think, see was the red rage of the angry voice.
He stepped forward slowly, because this was what he had to do. This was what the goddesses - and the queen - wanted of him. Above him the sky split and spoke to him in turns. There was so much to take in, but there wasn't so much red. He could see more clearly. He could remember.
This wasn't who he was.
But who was he?
He had a choice before him, but he was already gravitating towards one. Green filled his vision, and he moved towards the crown that came to be. Slowly, he lifted his hand to his heart. He tore into his own flesh.
It hurt. Oh god, it hurt. In the back of his mind he was screaming, begging himself not to do this, but he had to. He had to do this for the goddesses to help them and be with them.
"You don't see anything!"
"You're just saying that because you can't see them, mom! There are shadows here!"
He gasped as the memory flashed through his mind, lightning quick. Another, longer one soon followed.
Metal in his hands, moving quickly. He's moving with it, a dance of sorts, and he's doing well. It's significant, this ease that he has, because it's new found. He'd worked hard to be this at peace with the metal in his hands.
He pulls back on the object and holds his hand out, and an ornate metal dragon head lands in it. He's improving.
He cried out as he finally tore his heart free and saw it glowing bright. It was so beautiful, and would be a great sacrifice. His heart belonged to Creation.
The emptiness hurt though. Through the gaping hole seeped his memories, and he grasped at them as if he could keep them in. Words jumbled and there were shouts, names, things that are familiar as the people in his memories touched and interacted with him.
He couldn't keep them from drifting away. He closed his eyes, and then he faded.
Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:36 pm
He had his reservations before he stepped forward. He was himself. He had a name. He'd met others. He had a want. He had a desire for something he could not name.
He was singular, not apart of any other. He was Carmus. And being alone was just that- being alone.
Deep breaths he didn't look back, he just kept walking forward, kept going, doing what he hoped might give him what he wanted.
What they wanted. It never occurred to him that what he wanted and what they wanted were different.
He knew there was something but he couldn't say it. He could only look up, and listen.
He was not Carmus. But he was- He was someone.
Gold captivated him, and it happened. A throne, a crown, pain and loss and then- Then his name.
He'd had so much but in the end he had so little. He was whole he was. He was somebody. He was one of many.
Loa entered the large pillared room. He passed the familiar statues. Then the familiar fog and familiar... wait. He couldn't help the strong sensation of deja vu. The feeling came to a screeching hault at the new request written on the door.
'Offer to us your Heart.'
But he worked so hard to keep his... Loa looked back, there was hesitation in his face... but then the choice was removed like the world that was behind him. He had to.
Loa continued through the final door.
He looked out on the gathering, his eyes dancing from face to face. Some he remembered only recently... others, well, they were familiar on more than one level. He looked back to himself. His heart swirling and expressing emotions both old and new.. swirled with the present. He didn't want to die.
Loa flinched as memories flooded his senses, taunting him. Were they even real? What WAS real? Was he even real?... Did it matter? A mother... a teacher... a destiny. He sighed softly. A name?...
He closed his eyes, his brows knit together and his face contorted into something that looked like pain. What was... -CRACK.
Loa's gaze shot upward just in time to see a massive pupil eying them. A chill ran up his spine and made all the hairs on the back of his neck bristle. The dread he felt barely touched on the true pain that followed. He writhed and squirmed helplessly under the fist of whatever it was calling to him. This queen. His... he was being pulled forward now. It was his time now. He was going to become something amazing. He would not be dying, he would be...
Just as suddenly as red enveloped all, green and gold tore through to shine their individual colours across the board. He was no longer consumed by just one being, but there was three now. He had a choice in the end? But who was he really? Loa was a false name, that became quite clear by this point but who was he then?... Why were there no answers?... Only choices presented themselves now. Not answers. Never answers. That would be too easy.
"Choose Destruction, and you will rain chaos upon all those who choose to defy you." Power... he wanted power. Power was something he sought for a long time. A power to control. A power to destroy. A power to do everything he ever wanted to do and succeed. A power to reign them in. No longer a scared little child but a master. The one to BE obeyed.
"Choose Creation, and you will obtain greater knowledge." He enjoyed knowledge. Always seeking it. Always studying tirelessly to gain as much of it as his mind could hold. Anything to give him the upper hand. Anything to not be the stupid naive child that he was constantly reminded that he...
"Choose Pride, and your legacy will become unforgotten." Never forgotten? He would live on? Forever? In infamy?... Power and Knowledge were wonderful things. But. To never be forgotten was the bottom line. To be great. To be magnificent, even. To be the glorious one who people remembered forever and honoured in hushed tones of approval. This was the path Loa desired most.
Loa had chosen Pride.
Reds and Greens receded into the golden hue that beckoned to him. The ground became solid marble beneath his feet. Lavish and grand throne of gold stood before him. It was magnificent. It was everything he wanted. Everything he deserved. He approached the throne, standing before it in silent awe. This was his.
He placed his hand over his heart, gentle fingers caressed before digging in like razor sharp talons.
A nightmare stood before him, faceless. He felt so weak and small against its massive side that covered the full height of his wall. It moved in again. He wanted it to stop so much, but that wish was all in vain as it pinned him to his own floor. Towering over him as its clawed hands pinned his smaller hands against the floor. It laughed. He cried. It was only here to remind him how small, weak, and helpless he will always be. Always. Emotions were not always pleasant.
His still beating heart pulsed frantically against his touch as he pulled as hard as he could.
He pulled the piece out with care, but it didn't matter. His tower toppled all the same and he was down for the count. He was still in one piece. He survived somehow... he was drowsy and though he did not realize it at the time, he was proudly sporting a mustache made of nothing more than marker.
He smiled contentedly. Someone must have carried him to his room. He doesn't really remember how he got here. He eyed the ceiling. He learned more this evening than he had really counted on... Experiences, good or not... they always move you forward.
A ripping sound filled the air and then a wet thunk. He held in his hand a massive beautiful heart. It was his. Was. It belonged to pride now.
Everything felt like slow motion as he approached the throne, sound muffled, vision foggy, as he finally placed his heart on the throne.
Who were these people? What were they saying? He looked over in a slow dizzying blur as faces, familiar faces, came rushing to his side. They shook him as hard as they could. Screamed at him. Tried to bring him back.
"**!"
But he was gone. His eyes rolled back and he was gone.
He faded away into nothingness.
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Character name: Loa Character appearance: Thin wispy shadow with bright yellow heart feeding yellow highlights across his form Link to Heart LogHere Current HP 40/40 Current weapon equipped Sorrow and Rage
Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:52 pm
She entered the shrine again and from the moment she stepped in the room she knew this was going to be different. The fog seemed to dance around her, calling to her like a long lost lover. She followed the fog to a dark door peering at the inscription. She ran her fingers across the letters as she churned the words in her mind. She couldn't turn back now, not after everything that had been done already. She pushed the door open carefully, peering inside with her weapon in her hands as she braced for something terrible. Inside the goddess statues had changed, and around her were others like her. Other grey shapes with hearts that radiated power, just like her own. Just like the one she had gathered before. Memories flooded back to her and she fell to the floor with a heavy thud. They played like a whirlwind as they rushed back and she watched the bright red moon move ever closer. She had to wonder just how fast it must be moving to do that. The closer it got the more she wanted to scream, to run and panic. The thing, it couldn't be a moon anymore, reached for her as if to take her away, seeming only interested in her heart, her core. As it speaks her mind feels on fire and she curls against herself, trembling. She moved toward it, like a marionette being pulled along and as she was preparing to remove her own heart the sky split. Green and gold fought with the red and she fell backwards again as the moon's grip fell away.
Something tugged at her mind. Linithid wasn't her name...what it was she couldn't say, but it wasn't that. Before she could try and remember, the world around her changed. The grey turned to lush forest and plants before turning to a castle along the horizon. Fantastic structures sprouted from the ground that were marble and ornate architecture. Each change left less and less of the red, and for that she was immensely grateful. Each voice offered her a choice. Power, legacy or knowledge. Pick one, and only one. Her choice was clear.
"Creation." She wanted to know the world, to know as much as she ever could. The world changed around her again and all that she could see was green. Vines, branches and leaves everywhere. She stepped forward, scared but determined, and began to tear out her heart. A part of her was screaming, terrifed, wanting her to stop everything and just run and hide, but she couldn't. It was now or never. The memories begin to fade as her heart goes, and she couldn't help but cry. We are what we have experienced, and to be toyed with as they all had...it was almost too much to bear. She offered up her heart and heard Creation speak to her, but the words sounded hollow. The pain was all she cold feel as she fell to her knees, memories playing like a scratched disk or broken movie.
"Ithildin! Ithi!!" She heard the name but it meant nothing, not anymore. She looked around almost pleading to the others gathered but it was too late. Her eyes closed and she was no more.
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Offer us your heart.
Kirki didn't want to but... there was no where else for him to go. There was no way back, no way around. The goddesses had left him no choice. He stepped through.
The room on the other side looked... the same. He bypassed the goddesses - which he only marginally noticed were different - as he saw figured in the fog. He spun in a slow circle and examined each of them. There were no details, but they were familiar. He felt connected to them, like he'd shared something with them.
His heart resonated with them.
He looked down to watch the colors of his own heart swirl with them. Then, they began to churn with something else. Emotions, memories. Everything he'd lost, regained. He choked on them, shocked to be given them back to suddenly.
There was... something. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but it was a name. No matter how much he grasped at it, it was just out of reach.
Before he could probably grab a hold of the name, the sky cracked and he was blinded and deafened by the goddesses and their bickering. He curled in on himself and the force of their talking, but he was being pushed to a decision.
Gold.
Gold took over his vision, his mind. As if his body had a mind of its own his was walking forward, placing his hand over his heart and then-
He screamed.
He was tearing into his own flesh, pulling his heart out. He screamed internally, wanting to make it stop, but there was no way.
"I love you, screech."
"Hehe. Love you too."
He wanted to cry, it hurt.
He'd passed. He'd passed! He'd actually passed his exam and was moving on to better places.
With a sickening squelch his heart was out. It was huge, and bright, and the Goddesses were taking it. His heart belonged to pride.
His memories trickled away from him, shouting names, his name, but he couldn't hear it. The people in them tried to get his attention, but he was gone.
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