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 Posted: Sun Sep 02, 2007 11:18 am
Maria glanced up at the sky and its clouds as she resituated the bag that sat upon her shoulder, with Reki safely tucked inside. She was on a mission to retrieve a possession that she should have grabbed before she had left Corridors months ago; her journal. The journal that had everything written in it, and when she meant everything, she meant EVERYTHING.
Izanami had asked many of times what was written within its pages that would often cause Maria to wander deep into thought, and often leave her as Izanami staring at the far wall of the room. When Maria had finally spilt to Izanami what was locked away in the pages of the journal, Izanami made it her. No, Maria’s top priority to get it back and fast before anyone else read it.
So there Maria was running through Corridors with one cat and a nagging God that would not shut-up for the sake of anyone. “Shut-up!,” Maria snapped for what seemed the hundredth time in the past forty minutes. “I’m going as fast as I can.”
Taking another corner Maria skidded to halt at what laid before her. “N-nani,” she stammered as a half-human, half-feline that stood before her. “What is a sphinx doing here?”
"Seeing Cerberus, and now a Sphinx what was this world coming too. A fantasy adventure, or a really bad horror movie," she thought to herself as she starred at the majestic creature, as Izanami yelled at her.
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Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2007 2:34 pm
The sphinx was easily thrice and again Maria's size, and it was grinning down at her in a feral sort of way.
"What an observant child you are," it sneered. "Say, let's see if your smarts are as good as your eyes. I've been puzzling over this riddle for a while. Might you help me?"
It didn't wait for a reply. In a booming voice, it announced,
"I am the black child of a white father;
A wingless bird, flying even to the clouds of heaven.
I give birth to tears of mourning in pupils that meet me,
and at once on my birth I am dissolved into air.
What am I?"
The question hung ominously in the air.
Think carefully.
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2007 8:31 am
Maria took one-step back to give herself a little bit of breathing room. She listened as the sphinx spoke and waited for the riddle to be told, and for once Izanami was quiet. As the riddle was told Maria listened very closely to each line, when the sphinx finished she rattled the riddle off in her mind a few more time. When she knew that se knew what the poem was she begin to talk it out to herself.
“So a black child from a white father, that is a flying wingless bird. No, bird can fly if it’s wingless so it has to be a substance that floats, not falls. If it fell, it could not reach heaven. But, a substance that dissolves after birth…” said Maria as her thoughts turned into mere mumbling for a few more moments before looking back up at the Sphinx. “The answer to the riddle is smoke.”
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2007 8:37 am
"And also a witty one!" said the Sphinx, proudly. "I do believe I have met my match in you, girl. Good fortune to you!"
In a puff of smoke and desert wind, the sphinx is gone. On the ground in front of Maria is a golden circlet in the form of a snake. Should she put it on, she will be able to think more clearly in dire situations.
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2007 9:00 am
Maria picked up the golden circlet, and examined it. "This is gorgeous," she told herself as she gently wrapped it in her shawl and set it down into her bag. "Maybe I'll wear it when it's not raining.
Then she was off again to her true destination: to retrieve her journal.
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