Post by aquella on Oct 9, 2004 12:30:36 GMT -5
Freeport. Early evening.
As the blood red moon rose ever higher in the inky starless sky, an unnatural hush fell over the prosperous city. All was still in the marketplace, stalls had been boarded up for the night, and the homes all had their shutters sealed against the dark. It was as a cemetary, cold and quite, not a single soul stirred - except one.
A small Dark Elf girl with jet black hair streaked with silver stepped barefoot through the city to the shore. Wearing only a sheer robe of black satin, she stood on a rock, mezmorized by the red orb hanging low in the night sky.
As if in a trance, the young girl raises her arms toward the fiery orb, watching silently as two snakish streams of bluish gray light shoot from her fingertips hurtling toward the moon. In response, the moon begins to swirl with the light, streams of it swarming in and out of the misty red surface. The smokey substance begins to decend the tenticles attached to the girl's arms, and slowly makes its way to earth engulfing her in a fiery ball of red mist.
As the two lights combine in a transparant cocoon around her, Aquella shudders. The red mist feels as though it has flooded her entire being, turning her blood cold and causing her heart to ache. She nearly faints from the pain, but as the lights begin to dim to a flicker both from her and the now milky orb in the sky, she manages to look up, collapsing only once the stars slowly begin to emerge from their cloak of night.
As she collapses to the sand, exhausted but strangely energized, her entire being feeling as though she had been charged with lightning. Her senses, now quite hightened, tell her she is not alone, and she regains her feet quickly now, turning to face whomever it is who has come for her.
Raising her eyes to his face, she sees a man standing in a black hooded cloak, his gaze peircing her soul even as his shiny black eyes come to rest on hers.
"Aquella..." he whispers softly, removing his hood as he talks. His short silver hair framing the face of an angel, she gasps sharply at the boy she dreamt of often as a child stood before, transformed, now a man.
"...I see you must remember me from your dreams..." he begins, slowly, tasting each syllable as though he had waited his entire life for this moment to come.
"but... how.." Aquella begins to ask, stopped short by his cold finger pressing against her lips.
"Not here." he whispers, gesturing widely with his right hand. She suddenly finds herself pressed close to him, his hand firm against her waist as they soar many feet above the ground, stopping gently a mere moment later in a beautiful moonlit glade.
"Here i can explain..." he begins again, motioning for her to sit on the rocks next to him.
"As i told you in the city, my dear, we have known of eachother since birth, and longer. Well, i have known you, you unfortunately know of me only in your dreams, but have no real memory of why - i saw to that... but i digress..."
"You see my love, we were promised to eachother before we had even been born. My father, the great Defiler Zyrin- wealthiest and most powerful necromancer in all of Neriak, and yours... the unfortunately fair hearted and pitifully weak Elementalist Maevyn Trinzekios were once the very best of friends."
"Your father, pathetic as he was, once saved mine from death at the hands of an angry ogre barkeep, and to make this disgusting example of the weaknesses of the heart a short story, my father in return pledged his friendship and undying gratitude to your bloodline."
"By now my dear, im sure you know all too well of your strange lineage. Well, that - my love - was also of my father's design. An ancient seer had told him of a girl child, born to the house of Trinzekios - a child of light and dark - who would grow to rule Neriak one day... alongside a dark prince. You are bright enough my dear, to know that child was you. As for the prince? Well, im sure you know to whom she refered."
"When your father was executed, and my father had seen to your mother's timely demise, he settled to watch you grow. You have always been protected from harm, my love, if not from your past... and he waited for you to mature in your art as to bring the prophecy to fufillment. I, however had other plans. At the age of sixteen, rebellious in nature, i scoffed at the betrothal and the prophecy - incurring the wrath of my father."
"He had me killed, ritualistically, and reborn to Innoruk's will, the Dark Lord's power reincarnating me and Innoruk himself blessing my ressurection..."
Here, he paused for a moment, allowing her to reflect on all she had heard thus far. He moved, from beside her to kneel before her, his cold hands holding hers he gazed lovingly into her eyes and continued.
"I was ressurected to fufill our destiny, Aquella, and with you by my side we shall rule Neriak, restoring her to her full glory."
Finished at last, he stood, awaiting her response.
"To marry the light to the dark..." she whispered softly as if entranced, "and bring all Tunaria to Neriak's feet."
As she finished, a bright light began to glow from her left hand, engulfing it to the wrist in its blinding brilliance. As the light began to subside, a silver band had appeared on her finger, seemingly melded painlessly to her hand.
"We are to be one, and have been meant to be since the dawn of time Aquella," he said in a cold, hollow voice.
She raises her head and meets his gaze, smiling slightly as she watches his expression of approval. At that moment, a crack of thunder erupted from the sky, and Aquella fell into a deep dreamless sleep.
When she finally awoke, the first thing she noticed were her surroundings. Though still dressed in the sheer satin robe, she did not recognize the room in which she had slept.
The bed she now sat in was not her own, and as she looked to either side, she saw that the room was filled with identical cots. Standing slowly, not unaware of the headache she was begining to get, she glanced around for some clue as to her whereabouts. Thats when she noticed the sand on the floorboards...
Aquella ran to the small window by the last cot, and peered out onto a sunny, sandy city bustling with the morning's business.
"Freeport..." she whispered to herself, "than i did make it... perhaps it had all been a drea-"
She was cut short, the air rushing from her lungs as though she had been punched. The glint of light coming from her finger was unmistakeable. Raising her hand to eye level in disbelief, she stiffles a scream at what she sees there.
On her finger, melded painlessly to her skin, was a thin silvery band, streaked throughout with wispy veins of blood red.
"It.. it wasnt a dream..." she whispers to the empty room - and with that fainted dead away on the cold sandy floorboards.
As the blood red moon rose ever higher in the inky starless sky, an unnatural hush fell over the prosperous city. All was still in the marketplace, stalls had been boarded up for the night, and the homes all had their shutters sealed against the dark. It was as a cemetary, cold and quite, not a single soul stirred - except one.
A small Dark Elf girl with jet black hair streaked with silver stepped barefoot through the city to the shore. Wearing only a sheer robe of black satin, she stood on a rock, mezmorized by the red orb hanging low in the night sky.
As if in a trance, the young girl raises her arms toward the fiery orb, watching silently as two snakish streams of bluish gray light shoot from her fingertips hurtling toward the moon. In response, the moon begins to swirl with the light, streams of it swarming in and out of the misty red surface. The smokey substance begins to decend the tenticles attached to the girl's arms, and slowly makes its way to earth engulfing her in a fiery ball of red mist.
As the two lights combine in a transparant cocoon around her, Aquella shudders. The red mist feels as though it has flooded her entire being, turning her blood cold and causing her heart to ache. She nearly faints from the pain, but as the lights begin to dim to a flicker both from her and the now milky orb in the sky, she manages to look up, collapsing only once the stars slowly begin to emerge from their cloak of night.
As she collapses to the sand, exhausted but strangely energized, her entire being feeling as though she had been charged with lightning. Her senses, now quite hightened, tell her she is not alone, and she regains her feet quickly now, turning to face whomever it is who has come for her.
Raising her eyes to his face, she sees a man standing in a black hooded cloak, his gaze peircing her soul even as his shiny black eyes come to rest on hers.
"Aquella..." he whispers softly, removing his hood as he talks. His short silver hair framing the face of an angel, she gasps sharply at the boy she dreamt of often as a child stood before, transformed, now a man.
"...I see you must remember me from your dreams..." he begins, slowly, tasting each syllable as though he had waited his entire life for this moment to come.
"but... how.." Aquella begins to ask, stopped short by his cold finger pressing against her lips.
"Not here." he whispers, gesturing widely with his right hand. She suddenly finds herself pressed close to him, his hand firm against her waist as they soar many feet above the ground, stopping gently a mere moment later in a beautiful moonlit glade.
"Here i can explain..." he begins again, motioning for her to sit on the rocks next to him.
"As i told you in the city, my dear, we have known of eachother since birth, and longer. Well, i have known you, you unfortunately know of me only in your dreams, but have no real memory of why - i saw to that... but i digress..."
"You see my love, we were promised to eachother before we had even been born. My father, the great Defiler Zyrin- wealthiest and most powerful necromancer in all of Neriak, and yours... the unfortunately fair hearted and pitifully weak Elementalist Maevyn Trinzekios were once the very best of friends."
"Your father, pathetic as he was, once saved mine from death at the hands of an angry ogre barkeep, and to make this disgusting example of the weaknesses of the heart a short story, my father in return pledged his friendship and undying gratitude to your bloodline."
"By now my dear, im sure you know all too well of your strange lineage. Well, that - my love - was also of my father's design. An ancient seer had told him of a girl child, born to the house of Trinzekios - a child of light and dark - who would grow to rule Neriak one day... alongside a dark prince. You are bright enough my dear, to know that child was you. As for the prince? Well, im sure you know to whom she refered."
"When your father was executed, and my father had seen to your mother's timely demise, he settled to watch you grow. You have always been protected from harm, my love, if not from your past... and he waited for you to mature in your art as to bring the prophecy to fufillment. I, however had other plans. At the age of sixteen, rebellious in nature, i scoffed at the betrothal and the prophecy - incurring the wrath of my father."
"He had me killed, ritualistically, and reborn to Innoruk's will, the Dark Lord's power reincarnating me and Innoruk himself blessing my ressurection..."
Here, he paused for a moment, allowing her to reflect on all she had heard thus far. He moved, from beside her to kneel before her, his cold hands holding hers he gazed lovingly into her eyes and continued.
"I was ressurected to fufill our destiny, Aquella, and with you by my side we shall rule Neriak, restoring her to her full glory."
Finished at last, he stood, awaiting her response.
"To marry the light to the dark..." she whispered softly as if entranced, "and bring all Tunaria to Neriak's feet."
As she finished, a bright light began to glow from her left hand, engulfing it to the wrist in its blinding brilliance. As the light began to subside, a silver band had appeared on her finger, seemingly melded painlessly to her hand.
"We are to be one, and have been meant to be since the dawn of time Aquella," he said in a cold, hollow voice.
She raises her head and meets his gaze, smiling slightly as she watches his expression of approval. At that moment, a crack of thunder erupted from the sky, and Aquella fell into a deep dreamless sleep.
When she finally awoke, the first thing she noticed were her surroundings. Though still dressed in the sheer satin robe, she did not recognize the room in which she had slept.
The bed she now sat in was not her own, and as she looked to either side, she saw that the room was filled with identical cots. Standing slowly, not unaware of the headache she was begining to get, she glanced around for some clue as to her whereabouts. Thats when she noticed the sand on the floorboards...
Aquella ran to the small window by the last cot, and peered out onto a sunny, sandy city bustling with the morning's business.
"Freeport..." she whispered to herself, "than i did make it... perhaps it had all been a drea-"
She was cut short, the air rushing from her lungs as though she had been punched. The glint of light coming from her finger was unmistakeable. Raising her hand to eye level in disbelief, she stiffles a scream at what she sees there.
On her finger, melded painlessly to her skin, was a thin silvery band, streaked throughout with wispy veins of blood red.
"It.. it wasnt a dream..." she whispers to the empty room - and with that fainted dead away on the cold sandy floorboards.
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