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Post by Queen SD on Apr 14, 2009 19:45:32 GMT
Tundra:
As her consciousness slipped away from her, her oxygen deprived body slowly sinking, Tundra thought about the past few months..
"Funny time to be nostalgic," She chuckled to herself, eyes so heavy and limbs so weak. She thought of what had brought her here, her village, the boar, that stench of death. Not a day went by when her thoughts didn't walk back to it. So much had happened, so much had changed, there had been no time for regrets, she had wanted to repay their kindness to her so much, she'd got lost along the way. Losing sight of what she wanted. "What, do I want?" Tundra thought, realising, that she didn't really know, she wanted to avenge her tribe sure...but if that had been all she wanted, surely she would have done it by now. It was almost as if... "Cho... She looked up at the Dragon Boy and smiled, the last few bubbles of air escaping her lips, dancing in the water.
Estella was in her mind, speaking to her, but she was too tired to listen, she just wanted to stop running, to sleep. "Let me rest.." "Please, just let me rest..."
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Post by Queen SD on Apr 14, 2009 19:45:52 GMT
Queen SD:
“No Tundra! Stay with me; don’t you dare leave me, don’t you dare!” Cho’s voice sounded crystal clear under that water, bubbles didn’t even emerge from his mouth as he spoke. How did he do that? Tundra wondered in the back of her mind, ignoring his plead and giving him a faint smile. He cursed under his none-existent breath. “Tundra please, I can’t lose you, you must fight,” the man’s deep voice begged. The urgency and worry in it seemed to awaken something in Tundra. She found herself pushing, with strength she didn’t even know she possessed. The woman was now determined to make it. With the help of Cho, she swam downwards, struggling to remain conscious. When does this tunnel end? We haven’t even turned to head to the surface yet… Tundra and the Sprit were thinking the same thing.
Then, when all hope seemed to be lost and their breathless bodies couldn’t possibly push them any further: SPLASH!
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Post by Queen SD on Apr 14, 2009 19:46:12 GMT
Queen SD:
Cho breathed in, filling his lungs with as much air as possible. It felt as if he had just come back from the dead. His muscles hurt, but the intoxication the fresh air brought gave him enough strength and will power to push himself up, out of the water and onto the cold, stone floor of the cave they were in. He glanced to his left and Tundra was in a similar condition, breathing hard but enjoying every moment of it. After they had had a minute to rest, she was the one to speak first.
"But... we went down! We were swimming downwards!" she exclaimed in awe. "Either we lost our sense of direction or this place is way stranger than i had thought," Cho replied, unable to explain exactly what had taken place. "I feel like Alice in Wonderland," Tundra noted. "At least we're still alive, no?" "For now..." the woman sighed.
Without exchanging further words, they stood up and let Estella guide them through the tunnels, which got wider and taler as they went. Eventually they reached the point of being the size of a football field and the height of a skyscraper. Contrary to that, the stalagmites which surrounded them seemed to get fewer and thinner as time passed.
"Just around this corner," Estella informed them, "The Great Doors await."
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Post by Queen SD on Apr 14, 2009 19:46:40 GMT
HebrewB:
His blade was like a tornado, it destroyed all an its path... Mudokai screeched and launched themselves at the silver haired warrior, but they were cleaved in two before they could leave a mark.
And then it happened.
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Bachameth stopped fighting, a sadistic grin twisting his features, as he recognised the event that was about to unfold.
"Ahh... Sunstreak and Moonblade... My old friends..."
A flash of light erupted from the middle of the mudokai swarm, and a large, blazing demon appeared in the centre. Or at least, Bachameth saw him appear. To anyone else, he would be completely enveloped in light and unbearable to look at.
And right next to it, a contrasting demon, bathed in sher darkness, impenetrable to the human eye... Sunstreak and Moonblade. To Bachameth, they were friends, to the demon world, they were legend, to their enemies, they were feared more than any other...
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Post by Queen SD on Apr 14, 2009 19:46:55 GMT
Queen SD:
The Great Doors. The passage to the Hidden Object, the way to the Crystal of the Gods; no more than a few feet away from them.
"Wow," Tundra exhaled loudly, after she had been holding her breath. Wow indeed. Cho had observed the elves and their craft in the past and he could say, with a great amount of certainty, that this was the work of Royal Elves. "Once upon a time, long long ago..." Estella started, as if she was going to tell a bedtime story to a group of kids. "The Royal Elves, my ancestors - your ancestors Tundra - swore to keep the Hidden Object hidden. After they had found a suitable place for it, deep under the ground, through tunnels and mazes, with countless traps and challenges, they were convinced that it was safe to let it be. Who would be brave or perhaps crazy enough to go after it? It would have been a suicide mission! Years went, times changed but the Hidden object was not so easily forgotten. Elves, humans, ambitious people were dreaming of acquiring the Crystal one day and become all-powerful; some went past dreaming, to planning. Not one mission to retrieve it succeeded, but it was only a matter of time. That was when the Ancient Warlocks stepped in. No more than ten, these powerful magicians decided to construct these doors you see before you, to stop those who went after the Hidden Object."
"Ten people? Ten elves made this?" Tundra could not grasp how such a thing was even possible.
The Doors were huge. They were larger than any she had ever seen, both in films and real life. But it was not the sheer size of them that made her gasp. It was the detail on the door, the carvings on the ancient wood, the incredible art and beauty that took her breath away. On the centre of the doors, keeping them both together was a shiny red stone, glowing lightly. Around it, ten more stones just like it, only much smaller, were glowing red too. It was the only source of light in the room, giving everything a scarlet tint.
Choethel placed his hand on the dark wood, tracing the carved patterns with his fingers, admiring the Elves' work. There were no precious gems, golden or silver decorations on the doors; just the delicacy in which it had been carved and created - surely by magic - would have any man drop his jaw in awe. "This is writing," the Sprit noted, still in his human form. Estella nodded. "Ancient elven," and they got to translating.
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Post by Queen SD on Apr 14, 2009 19:47:28 GMT
HebrewB: Sunstreak and Moonblade, in the demonic tongue their names would be near impossible to pronounce properly by anyone not accustomed to it. Due to this, they translated as well as they could into english. Sunstreak's true name is Berfunkitgsol. Moonblade's name is Lunakgchtrarloch. Shortened, they are Sol and Luna. They are the most powerful demon twins, and when their aura fades, their true selves are revealed. Bachameth grinned and began carving through the mudokai, when a blade of light stopped his axe. "Wha-" "Bachameth, you are guilty of the crime of desertion, and treason. The elders have sentenced you to death." "Oh... I see..." "It was a clever move, hiding within the body of that human, but now that you are out in the open, you can be easily traced." "I always said you talked too much. If i'm to die, then why don't you kill me?" "We wish to play with you a bit first... After all, what you did deserves a painful death." "Ah..." Sunstreak raised his blade from Bachameth's, and his aura of light faded. Moonblade joined him momentarily. Without the auras of light and darkness, they looked exactly the same. Their shape was distinctly human, save for their legs, which looked more like they should be on a horse, and both had a bluish tint to their skin. Their only difference was their clothing. Moonblade was dressed as outlandishly as usual, with a flowing dark coat, and skull pants. His two swords glinted in the sunlight as he drew them, his face covered by a battle helmet. Sunstreak was much less flamboyant, with a leather vest and shades being his only clothing. His horse legs were left unhindered, and a large sword was gripped tightly in his hand. Moonblade Sunstreak
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Post by Queen SD on Apr 14, 2009 19:47:54 GMT
HebrewB:
Bachameth grimaced, the thought of fighting two old friends to the death pained him... Almost.
"Well... If it's what must be done, then why not? Though I do warn you... I won't go down without a fight."
"We didn't expect you would. We've already created a forcefield preventing lesser creatures from disrupting our fight..."
Sure enough, no Mudokai were near the demons. It was as though there was a circle a kilometre wide was just unbearable for them to enter. Those who walked within the circle simply collapsed and died.
"Heh, should've known you'd do something like that..."
"Enough talk, Bachameth, you have been sentenced to death for treason, and now you must die by our hand."
The twins lauched themselves at Bachameth at a speed faster than the human eye could follow, swinging their swords in sync with each other. The demon followed their movements easily and blocked them with his axe, before pulling a sword from his belt. He swung with extreme precision and strength, but both blows were blocked by the twins. Moonblade swung with his second blade only for him to recieve a powerful kick to the stomach before it reached Bachameth.
The two demons were equal to Bachameth in strength and ability, even when it was 2 on 1.
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HB's sword cut down more Mudokai as he tried to follow Bachameth, only to find himself in the middle of a crowd, surrounded. He looked around and knew he would be unable to fight his way out with pure strength.
"Dammit... Looks like i'll have to do this now..."
He had used most of his magical ability to survive the impact when he landed back on earth after his escape from heaven, but there was still some left. Enough for one last spell...
"Moonlit fangs tear the sky, Death of a vengeful god Aiding the rebellion, Angels desert their homes To bring down destruction On the head of evil. Fall from the sky and kill, Burning fists of angels!"
The sky above darkened, clouds swirled above HB, and flames danced in the air. The fire met in the sky, and merged to form a ball of fire, floating above the heads of the many mudokai. Smaller fireballs shot from the large one, crashing down onto the spiderlike creatures with a ferocity to rival any demon, killing them in scores.
"Jackpot..."
HB ran through the chaos, trying to put as much distance between himself and the fireball as possible. The mudokai, however, crowded closer to it, attempting to attack it. The ball of fire was still to high, though, but was slowly lowering...
A spindly leg touched the flame. The explosion wiped out all the remaining mudokai within a mile radius. By that time, HB had made it just over a mile, and was knocked flat by the shockwave.
He stood up and surveyed the scene of destruction before him. It felt good to see so many enemies laid to waste, but there were so many more to kill... A mile of enemies killed meant almost nothing when the battlefield was the world.
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Post by Queen SD on Apr 14, 2009 19:48:27 GMT
Queen SD:
Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 5:38 pm Despite the years that had passed since Samantha had last used that power, the numbness felt all too familiar. The Queen stared at the man's face as multiple emotions crossed it; at first his eyes, especially the pupils, signified that he was surprised, followed by a look of confusion. It didn't take long for it to turn into understanding and finally, as his jaw tightened and his features stressed, to anger. She could read them all, every single emotion, and yet she was unable to experience them herself. It was Sethus, standing right there in front of her, his eyes blazing with hatred but she didn't care anymore. Why should she, when she could feel no pain, fear or anger? Queen SD simply didn't care anymore about who he was, all that mattered was the fight. "Let's start over from where we left off, you know, before you tried to sneak like a pathetic snake into my mind", as Samantha spoke, loud and clear, her hand rose, conjuring all her telepathic might.
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Post by Queen SD on Apr 14, 2009 19:49:01 GMT
Queen SD:
It didn't make sense. At least Cho didn't want it to. But the translations were clear and ancient elven never lied. Still it was too hard to accept it. "You knew this," Cho shook his head. "You knew this all along." "Yes" was the only reply Estella gave him. It was nothing more than a whisper which had left her lips. Her voice had a tone of sadness, but not regret. This is the only way, please understand, the elf pleaded in her head, knowing that Tundra would hear. One life, for all the lives in the world? The woman half asked, half stated. One soul, for all the other souls, Estella assured her. Tundra took in a deep breath and closed her eyes. "Funny thing is, deep down i knew this would have to be done. And yet i kept going and here i am. This is the only way Cho."
For a moment his mouth hung open. He felt as if someone had knocked the air right out of his lungs. He couldn't speak, he couldn't breathe, the only thing he could do was shake his head in a confused, frustrated manner. The Great Doors needed a soul to be sealed, a sacrifice. It was the duty of an Ancient Elf to do so, as they would only accept his soul as source of power. But here and now, Estella was the last surviving member of their tribe, she would have to be the one to give her life. Body and soul. Which inevitably meant that Tundra would have to go with her.
"Choethel," Tundra whispered his name. "Tundra you can't go," he mumbled. "You can't leave, now that i have found you, you can't." "Cho, you must trust me," she took his hand. "I have to do this." "You don't have to do anything. You can choose to stay!" "If Sethus got his hands on that crystal, what would become of the world?" The girl tried to reason with him. "I don't care! You're the world now!" He squeezed her arm as he spoke. Tundra's eyes watered. She would have to push him, if he were to ever let her go. "You are being very selfish," she said, trying to be as convincing as possible. "Selfish?" Cho now let out a sarcastic laugh. "Estella," he addressed the elf, "you had your fair share of life and yet you decided that it wasn't quite enough for you. So you come back after all these years, take over this girl's body and lead her to her death. It is your life the Doors need, but you end up dragging Tundra down with you, just because you didn't finish this job so many years ago, when you should have! Isn't thatselfish? Isn't it?" His voice rose in volume as he spoke, until he got to the point of shouting the last words out with rage. "You have no right-" Estella took over for a second, before the rightful owner of the body silenced her.
Cho acted fast, grabbing Tundra by both arms and pushing her against the wall with tension. Grey, who had managed to follow them there, barked anxiously but did not move. "Tundra," he spoke quietly this time, "it took me billions and billions of years to get to this point, to be here with you. You have no idea what my eyes have witnessed through the years, what i have lived through," his face bent closer to hers. Now he was staring right into her fiery eyes, less than a few inches away from her skin. "So maybe i deserve to be a bit selfish." Cho's grip weakened as he pulled back. "Even so, as selfish as i am, you have no idea what i would give to be able to take your place right now." The first tear dropped from Tundra's eyes, then more followed. "You know it doesn't work that way," she stated, though Cho was no willing to back down. I have to push him more, strike where it hurts the most, she realised and as she did, more tears fell.
She swallowed hard and spoke. "What about Samantha?" The man stiffened. "What did you say?" "If we fail to seal the doors, she dies. If you give your life, she dies." Tundra hated herself for what she was doing. Cho's upper lip twitched, as if he was going to say something, but he remained silent. He loved Samantha. To do something that would harm her was out of question. His heart was torn in two pieces, one belonged to Samantha, the other to Tundra. No piece was left for himself. While the love he felt for the Queen was different from the one he felt for Tundra, it was still incredibly strong. "This isn't fair," Cho lowered his head, as well as the tone of his voice. "You can't make me choose." Tundra lifted his chin up lightly. "I am not asking you to. I have already made my choice."
Choethel didn't reply. He remained silent as Tundra begun to walk away. He remained silent as Estella took over and touched one of the stones on the Great Doors. He just watched as rays of light shot out of it and swirled around the room, scaling every single inch of it. When it reached him, it formed a sphere around him, checking his identity and intentions. As soon as it was done, it proceeded with circling Tundra.
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Post by Queen SD on Apr 14, 2009 19:49:24 GMT
Tundra:
"For the first time in my life I have a purpose."
Tundra smiled to herself as she let her body be engulfed by the light. Tendrils of energy wrapped themselves around her limbs, sinking into her skin and running down her throat as she gasped for air. It stung for a moment, like her skin was being cut away from her body, it was hot and it hurt.
But then all pain evaporated. And any sensation was replaced by a slight tingling.. "It's warm..." She breathed, hoping that this would let Cho know she was alright. She turned toward him, barely visible through the wall of light, but she could see a glimmer of tears through the rays.
"Cho, I'm sorry. I truly am, but you know this is right. You know this is the only way... and, I don't mind. Honestly, I-I'm not scared of dying, I, I want to help. That’s all I’ve ever wanted; I’ve never been much use to anyone, so I’m happy. ‘And I’m so happy that it’s here, with you. I couldn’t think of any better way. Much better than dying alone filled with regret.”
Tundra cast her mind back to her family and friends, wondering how they died, or whether, just maybe if they were still alive. Either way, she had to protect the living, not the memories of the dead. She wasn't angry anymore, not now. She realised all too late that dwelling on things past would only drag her down, stopped her from flying forward...
”Don’t you agree Cho?” Tundra frowned, wondering why he wasn’t answering. Then she realised, she couldn’t speak, these words were in her head, the light had already stolen her voice from her, she was being detached from her body.
”Choethel, the fact that you can’t hear me makes this easier for me. I couldn’t bear to think I was hurting you, and I know I am, and I have done.” Tears began welling inside her soul, her eyes no longer responding to her emotions.
”Ever since I met you Cho, I knew you were different. I knew you were someone I could trust and I-I.. She began to sob inside her mind, as if her consciousness was now a completely separate entity. Her hair fell across her face, eyes open in an unseeing haze, her breathing had stopped, necklace hanging redundant at her chest, as her body fell limp into the supporting light.
”You’ve given me so m-much strength, and I just wish I could have known y-you longer... I-I would have spent the rest of my life with you Cho! I would have given you my heart, b-but seeing as I can’t do that, I’ll give you m-my life instead, and all I ask, i-is for you to be h-happy, and find love..”
Now, even Tundra’s thoughts were nought more than a whisper..
”Even if it’s not..with..me...”
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Post by Queen SD on Apr 14, 2009 19:49:56 GMT
Queen SD:
Tears felt strange. Choethel had never cried before, it was not in his nature to. But he had grown to have a new nature, he was half human now. Emotions were overwhelming, he was not used to them at all and he now could hardly cope. The liquid slid down from his cheek and to his lips; it was rather salty. So that's what tears taste like. He blinked in an attempt to stop crying - he didn't want Tundra to see him like this. Cho knew she could still see him, he knew she could still hear him and yet he had nothing to say. She, on the other hand, seemed to be trying to tell him something, but the energy surrounding her made it impossible to communicate. Does she even have a body left? His question was answered shortly. The sphere of light around her grew brighter and brighter, it would have been enough to blind any ordinary man. Not Cho though. He stared right through its brilliance, hoping he could steal one last look of Tundra's figure. For a second he thought he could see her eyes looking back at him, then they were gone. The eyes, the bright light, everything gone. The Sprit was left in the dark and Tundra was nowhere to be seen. For some reason his legs gave out and he fell on his knees. He wasn't crying anymore, he just felt empty inside. Get a grip Cho... SD needs you. You have to pull through, a little voice in his head said. Right. Of course. SD. But Tundra... he answered, forming a much needed dialogue with the little voice in his head. Tundra made her choice. It will all be for nothing if you sit here doing nothing, the voice grew. Cho shook his head. You must go. She would have wanted you to. It was true, he could not deny it. There's just one thing i need to do before i go... Still on his knees, he placed his palm on the wooden door and gently let it slide across, tracing the carvings under his fingers. "I love you, you know." He whispered, even though he knew Tundra could not hear him.
A few seconds passed and he didn't move. A low, sad bark filled the walls of the chamber. Choethel almost jumped with surprise, but then realised who it had come from. "Grey..." He mumbled as the dog approached. He petted his head. He responded in a strange way. Grey rose on his hind legs with his front paws placed on the Great Doors, trying to reach one of the precious stones. As soon as he touched it with his nose, it begun to glow again, only this time it emitted a green light.
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Post by Queen SD on Apr 14, 2009 19:50:29 GMT
Tundra:
Cho watched in disbelief as the green light engulfed the creature, just like it had done to Tundra, yet when the light receded, a sharp gasp escaped Cho’s mouth. Grey was gone, but in his place; stood a man.
“Jeepers, those doors have got a sense of humour, where did they get these clothes from; a bargain bin?” The man scoffed as he looked down at his attire, instead of a shirt, his torso was bandaged, and he wore a long midnight blue trench coat over black trousers; feet bare. However the most interesting thing about his appearance was the black diamond shaped tatoo across his left eye, a striking contrast to his sharp blue eyes. He turned to the Sprit and grinned cheekily, cocking his head on one side like a dog.
“I guess old habits die hard, eh?” He chuckled “So, buddy, what do you think?” Cho stared in awe, mouth hanging open slightly before frowning and quickly rising to his feet. “I knew it!” He almost snapped, circling the man; taking in his appearance and his energy. The tattoo was a mark of a Deva, an elemental Sprit, all Deva's had one somewhere on their body, usually on their back or arms. The mark would bind the Sprit to their task, their oath virtually unbreakable. “Hey, hey, calm down okay! We’ve got more important things to worry about!” Grey spoke in a light Irish accent, melodic and charming, yet slightly arrogant in its tone. Cho nodded, yet couldn’t help but be inquisitive about Grey’s new form... “So what did you do?” He asked. “What do you mean?” Grey glanced at the door, eyes avoiding Cho’s probing gaze. “You know exactly what I mean, Grey, what did you do?” Cho smirked slightly, wiping the last of the tears from his skin. Grey frowned and sighed heavily. “There was... a girl...” “Ah, isn’t there always with guys like you?” Cho smiled briefly, but stopped at the glare he was getting. “Hey, buddy, what the hell do you mean guys li- that’s besides the point! She, she was different, she...” He sighed. Cho tensed, now, finally understanding what this feeling meant. “She understood what it was like for me. She was stuck inside all day, just like I was stuck outside all day, guarding that wretched forest.” “Well, it was your job as a Deva, idiot...Wait, why was she stuck inside all day? I thought that Devas only protected uninhabited areas of wild land?” “Well, her father was a Warlock, so...” “I get it. Your bosses have got to suck up to the big guns eh?” Grey nodded. It felt good to talk after so long, especially to a sprit like him. “Anyway, long story short, Daddy wasn’t too thrilled when he discovered who his daughter was seeing, but he didn’t mind after I proposed! I thought that’d shut him up!” He laughed briefly, but the smile quickly vanished as he continued his story. “Then, one day, while I was on my watch, a traveller wandered into my territory, telling me that she was lost, and that she was scared. But, she was a sorceress, scouting the surrounding woodlands for Warlocks and Devas so that she could steal their powers.” “But I didn’t think sorceresses could steal powers.” Cho interrupted. “Neither did I, until she kissed me.” Cho’s eyes widened. “It was just bad luck that Mirabella should chose that day to tell her father we were to wed. They both ran into the clearing, and saw the whole thing happen.” Beneath his matted locks of blonde hair; Grey’s eyes filled, but no tears spilled. “The sorceress vanished before I could explain or even protest, and in a rage; her father transformed me into a Wolf. And with my powers gone, I was weak and couldn’t even fight back...” “Grey, I’m sorr-“ “Don’t be sorry. I deserved it I guess; I rushed into a relationship because I was bored, got in over my head, and was foolish for not noticing the stranger was a sorceress earlier. ‘Banished from my job, my friends, my home; I scavenged from town to town, wandering for years... I was eventually picked up by two men, who fought beasts for money; but because I was so weak, they beat me and left me to die; tied to a tree... ‘And that’s when Tundra found me... she was only eight at the time, she’d crashed her new glider into the glen, and even though she was hurt herself, she was more concerned about me. I’ve stuck by her ever since; I owe her my life..” Grey trailed off into silence.
”Tundra.” Both sprits said at once.
“Did she ever know?” Grey shook his head. “And I wouldn’t have wanted her to. S-she did the right thing you know...” Grey tried to laugh, but came out more like a sob. “I know.” Cho whispered. “And she really loved you.” “I... know.”
They stood in silence, contemplating what they should do next. “You need to go Grey. You need to go and held SD, you know the way? I’ll join you soon, I just have some business to attend to.” Grey nodded, “I do now, the doors seemed to have restored some of my powers, as well as my body, I’ll pick up a weapon on the way, you’ve got enough of them lying about this *** place.” He turned to leave.
“What’s your real name, Grey?” Cho stopped the Deva in his tracks. “Quinn, Quinn Muraco. Call me that and you’re dead.” “Sure thing, Quinn.” He chuckled before beginning to run to SD’s aid.
Cho turned back to the door, it seemed bigger now, and almost throbbed with energy. It hurt his head.
”Tundra... His voice wobbled slightly and he stroked the great wooden door one last time, before turning away to help the Queen in her efforts. It hurt to think he’d never see her smile again, never hear her laugh, never grin at the silly things she said. But it was all too late now. Too late for everything.
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Post by Queen SD on Apr 14, 2009 19:50:59 GMT
Queen SD:
I knew there was something strange about him. Devas. They are Sprits, not much different than me, but instead of binding themselves with a creature, they guard the elements of nature. Why didn’t he say anything? She deserved to know… Choethel felt like he had been stabbed as he thought about her. Tundra… You left too soon. It was harder than he had imagined, trying to keep her out of his thoughts. His memory of her was still too vivid. He doubted if it would ever fade away. Focus. Samantha. Danger. After blinking a couple of times, he attempted to concentrate on his connection with the Queen, to see in what position she was in. Nothing – just blankness. Suddenly the chamber seemed to get much colder, causing a shiver to run down the Sprit’s spine. He had never shivered before and he knew better than to blame the sudden drop of temperature. Why can I not sense her? This is wrong. It was the first time his mind could not find a connection – even the slightest one – with SD’s; it made him feel sick and alone in the world. As if I could feel any more alone, any more torn… The tone in his head grew dark and bitter. He had to head back. “Cho?” The voice rang like a thousand bells in his head. It was nothing more than a whisper, a faint fraction of noise, hardly enough to stir the air around it. And yet it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard. “Tundra?” Cho whispered back just as silently, without turning around to look at her. He didn’t want to be disappointed. He wanted to believe his ears and let the joy spread through his body, believe the hallucination with all his heart – because of course what other explanation was there? “Is this real?” His lips where numb but he managed to mumble those three words. Part of him did not want to hear the answer. “Freaky isn’t it?” There was no need to be looking at her to know that she was smiling. “Estella and I where not sure, so we could not say anything, just in case, but-” Her voice stopped in mid sentence, as she was seeing that the man was numbly turned away from her. “Oh will you just look at me?!” He did.
“Who- What are you?” Choethel gasped.
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Post by Queen SD on Apr 14, 2009 19:51:32 GMT
TD:
Twilight was a savage beast in humanb form. Reaping through soldiers all around, covered in their blood and entrails. No though were in Twilight's mind - only the lust for blood, and the will for kill.
Twilight saw a group of soldiers fighting. One of them was being pulled away from the battle by another person. Twilight started to run toward them, ramming the healthy soldier. Twilight leaped on the soldier and smashed his skull to a stone, making his head crack and bleed. Twilight then leaped to the wounded person, but stopped mid-air: His face was filled with fear, terrified of Twilight.
When stopping, a certain sound went above all sounds and penetrated Twilight's mind: It was the sound of swords clinging, and voices speaking - Two voices and two swords. They sounded familiar, though unknown at the same time. Twilight started running uncontrollably toward those voices, filled with unexplainable fear.
Twilight rammed everything on the way: Nothing could stop such a savage beast from reaching its destination.
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Post by Queen SD on Apr 14, 2009 19:52:03 GMT
Queen SD:
He had expected to see nothing, find out that no one was really there and that the voice was just part of his imagination. A small part of him even expected – or rather, hoped – to see Tundra’s smiling figure standing before him. What he really saw, however, caught the Sprit off guard.
“Tundra…” he mumbled, slightly dazed. “Is that really you?” “I guess so.”
So it is in fact Tundra. How… fascinating! Cho thought to himself as he stared at the Wolf Dog facing him. She had cocked her head to the side, seemingly waiting for his reaction, and sat there as still as a statue. It didn’t take an expert to realise that this was not an ordinary dog – mainly because its form seemed to be consisted of nothing more than tiny, wavy rays of light. It was astonishingly close to what Cho looked like in his dragon form, only difference being that the light emitting from the Wolf Dog’s body was a soothing blue shade, rather than Cho’s radiant silver.
“You... Tundra… You’re a Sprit!” he exclaimed, his eyes gone wide. “I’m not sure about that. You’re shining brilliant silver. Look at me, I’m all blue-ish!” she faked a disappointed voice. “You’re beautiful,” the man immediately smiled. “Besides, not all Sprits are silver. There are all sorts of colours, even ones the human eye cannot detect.” “Is this how you always feel?" Tundra asked in an abstract tone. "Being able to sense everything around you, life pulsing from everywhere, this total feeling of freedom… It’s intoxicating!” “Only when I am in my dragon form. Pretty amazing isn’t it?” Tundra nodded.
She didn’t add anything, so Cho spoke once again. “What happened? How come you’re still here?” this time his tone was urgent. “If I am understanding this right, the Doors only needed Estella to be sealed. My soul had no place in them and they struggled to keep me out. The burst of energy it took to release me from the Doors’ power stones was gigantic and… well I don’t really know,” Tundra let out a nervous laugh. “That makes sense… You no longer had your body to hold your being into place, so your soul spread, trying to find its way back to the energy of the cosmos in which it belongs. It is what takes place when a person’s death occurs. Your being pushed to break free, but the red stones restrained it. The amount of energy that was needed for them to do so somehow managed to merge with your soul, thus making you a Sprit.” “A Sprit is energy, light, combined with a consciousness, right?” “Exactly. You must be the youngest Sprit ever to be created. Actually, I wouldn’t be surprised if you were the first Sprit to ever be created, after all these billions of years.” “There’s always a first time for everything,” beamed Tundra. “Indeed there is.”
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Bachameth grinned, his axe cleaved the air just above Moonblade's head, as his sword just nicked one of Sunstreak's legs. Finally, a hit. They were slowing down.
Bachameth began a frenzied, almost crazed assault on the two demons, using amazing speed to battle both of them at the same time. To the human eye, he would be impossible to follow. It was a technique he had perfected during his times as a demon prince, one who didn't stay at the back of a battle. He was renowned for always charging to the front lines, and being the first into a fight, despite being royalty. More often than not, the fight was over before the troops arrived.
He kicked Moonblade in the face and brought the axe down. The demonic blade carved into his opponent's head, cutting it straight down the middle. Bachameth wrenched the axe out and laughed as Sunstreak as the demon's brother feel to the ground dead.
"Now there's only one of you... What do you think of your chances, Sunny? Your brother's dead."
The demon howled in anguish, as he reached out to his brother, highly distraught at his death. He grabbed the body, and sat there holding him.
"Aren't you going to kill me too?"
"Do you want me to?"
"Yes..."
"Then I won't. Go and tell whoever ordered you to kill me, that I will strike down any in my path. Deliver the message, and never come for me again."
"If that is your demand, then I am bound to it... Goodbye, Bachameth... Forever."
"See ya."
Sunstreak starts to slowly shift out of reality, fading away into nothing. When he had finished, Bachameth looks up from the spot where his old friend had sat. His gaze is towards the castle. His battle may be over, but someone elses was just beginning...
"Sethus..."
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