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Back To The Past

Hardly has your palm touched the door when it swings open, a powerful gust of wind bursting out to surge over the clearing. At the door, the wind slows and finally dies away, but the first gust continues to grow and spread as it escapes, finally ringing the entire mansion. Something like a peal of thunder echos through the air as the wind reaches the forest. The scene flickers, and the forests vanish, only seen as a dark smudge far to the north. In the same instant the mansion flashes as well, one moment there and the next--gone.

In it's place stands a magnificent castle, apparently newly built, though easily dating back to the Dark Ages. Towers and spires rise from the red brick structure, flags and banners depicting a variety of creatures and symbols waving from their tops. The dirt road could now be seen winding away to the north of the castle, abruptly ending some distance away where it met with a small village. A small lake, complete with a dock and pair of rowboats, had appeared to the east of the castle, sunlight glinting invitingly over the soft blue surface. Quite unexpectedly, the road snaps up, propelling anything close enough straight through the still-open doorway. Almost immediately the door slams shut, any rocks or pebbles from the road seeming to melt through the floor, leaving it as clean as before.

One looks up to a glorious entrance hall of white marble, stretching off to end at a pair of large, glass double-doors. Marble pillars line the walls on either side of the hallway, elaborately carved candles serving to light the hall. Between each pair of pillars is a white-washed doorway, which leads to who-knows-where, nearly invisible against the walls surrounding. At the end of the hallway, the double-doors open to an immense dance hall, made of the same silver-white marble as the entrance way. The back wall is almost completely composed of windows, allowing a stream of sunlight through to light the room. Candles on the pillars around the room are used to light the room at night, as well as a large glass chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

The rest of the castle is just as exquisite, though at the same time much simpler, composed mostly of dark, brick walls and thick, rich colored carpets, as well as silk and satin wall hangings and carved wood furniture. Certainly the home of some royal or noble. But as you look down at your clothing, you see that is what you have become...

Lenta didn't know that Fenwrit came to the Past. In fact, she probably didn't know that he was missing. Lenta was busy with her other pets.

That suited Fenwrit well.

The black mage Jivvin had been sprawled out in an alley when the ruckus began. Being a mage, he was well suited to the Medieval times that he visited often, and knew that Jivvins shouldn't be wandering freely, seeing as how they were considered magnificent pets. Therefore, with the help of others like him, he had created a simple spell of cloaking, where his tail and ears turned into ragged and cropped, ugly things, and no one touched him.

That suited Fenwrit as well.

Right, back to the ruckus. Fenwrit was usually the CAUSE of the ruckus, so this one suprised him. He peeked his head out, a grin splitting his face as he recognized the one that was the cause of this certain trouble. Zeejay.... Lenta talked about her a lot. And she had an egg! Probably from that sale that Moo had just held. As Zee darted past the alley, Fenwrit cast a spell, making a figment of Zeejay run out in front of her, while he bit down on the real one's leg and jerked her into the safety of the alley.

Fenwrit enjoyed the loud hiss that flew in his direction. He shrugged, stretching out on the hard alley ground. "So do the villagers. T'seemed like you were running for your life anyways." Then, he flashed her a grin, his canine teeth hooking over his bottom lip.

"Yah, i'm Fenwrit. And yah, i'm in the care of Lenta. Though, I should say, with all of the work she's doing, she should be in MY care." He chuckled, the sound coming out in a low hiss. He said nothing about his ears and tail. No one need know about his... more secret... spells.

"Pleasure, Zeejay. And yes. This is the realm of the Door of the Past." Fenwrit murmured, casually scanning the alley for any other lifeform. There were none. This was good. No one in the Past needed to know that they were from the Present.... there could be dire consiquences from that.

"The Shade..." Fenwrit's muzzle split into an evil grin. "I know him. Personally, in fact." He paused, peering at Zeejay, his eyes narrowed. "Why do you wanna know? The Shade isn't talked about very often around these parts."

"Naw, the Shade is a guy, for sure." Fenwrit bluffed. He didn't know ANYTHING about the Shade, to be truthful... but then again, Fenwrit was NEVER truthful. "Yes, the Shade is wanted. And yes, you can trust me to keep a secret." If there was one thing Fenwrit COULD do that was pure hearted, it was keeping secrets. He snorted, eyeing Zee. "You have nothing on me anyways. So, go ahead. What's the secret?"

Zeejay slipped her glove back on, hearing no reply from Fen she continued talking. "It'd be best for both you and me if you never told another soul of this conversation, yiss? I don't think the others would react welll to my... Proffession. Jekyll understood, but he's different."

Aerith was being hit by her own memories. She was...human? But she wasn't...She felt the presence of a man, who she deeply felt for...she was praying...and then...a sword? Real Aerith felt her own legs weakening. Her head was spinning.

There was a sword through her middle, and she felt it as it was withdrawn. Someone caught her, and held her closely, crying over her. She felt her body being laid into the water...and a dark evil presence that haunted her death...

And yet...there was a sense of...peace. She had been praying when she died, and she released some sort of...magic...She felt the good that flowed from the spirit she had set out...it saved the world...

Reality snapped back and hit her like a punch in the face. She bent her knees, but held her stance, taking a couple deep breathes. Her memory rush was over...and she was still alive...but she felt like she wasn't. Aerith stood up, wiping her face with her tail. She glanced over to Rune and found him on the ground. "Rune!" she said, and stepped over, sitting down beside him, looking at him with concern. "Are you alright?!"