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Re: An Interesting Inquiry
By: guest1383 Date: May 5, 2016, 7:42 pm
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The woman's eyes beheld his, unaware of how unsettling the
intensity of her gaze could be. Her eyes peered much further
than the surface, with hues reflecting the sharp ridges of ice
that could easily cut into a soul.
Of course, it was of no coincidence to him. A mage so powerful
with a claim to fate, certainly held no fear.
She inclined her head. "Yes, I agree. But then, you did them a
favor- keeping them imprisoned by their own ignorance. I wonder
what shame and guilt they would have carried if they had
realized the extent of their crime."
"The world is never fair. Perhaps it attempts to balance itself,
but never is it fair," she replied, dropping her gaze
momentarily to the book before her.
There was too many words hanging on her tongue and none of which
she knew how to speak into existence. This conversation was
taking a sensitive and personal turn. It only worsened as he
turned to the book, opened it, and pasted images on the room
around them. She had to force herself to stay still, especially
when a familiar scene took form. Her heart sank, a sickening
feeling that tightened her gut and flared her nostrils.
Fortunately, the scene dissolved, but her eyes were slow to
return to his. She was much too aware of her reaction to seeing
the images. Shame flooded her expression.
Gabriel revealed her late husband's backstory, giving an
explanation of his actions. Dissatisfied with this answer, she
stayed quiet as he sought out some more books from the shelves.
The silence would draw out as he returned and sat there without
utterance. Finally, he would speak again, bringing with the
words a sense of despair, but she hardly noticed anything
outside her own inner battle.
Her features became strained as she was forced to recall
suppressed memories. When he finished, she immediately abandoned
her seat to stand in front of the window closest to them.
Silently, she gazed out of the window.
Dark, brooding clouds had covered the sky since her arrival. The
coming storm enticed the wind. It was almost seductive, the way
the sky screamed with thunder and thrashed.
"You prolonged the woman's life so that she could curse him. In
turn, I suffered because of the curse. Hence the fact that life
is never fair," she murmured. She smoothed the skirt of her
dress idly as she reflected on his words. "But then one could
argue that my actions pushed him over the brink."
Rowena did not say what she thought, but it was evident in the
way her shoulders slumped as if an invisible weight had just
been placed on her shoulders.
She finally glanced at the man, considering him. He was
terrifying and strange, yet beautiful in the oddest sense of the
word. Not many would know how to take such a man. But she knew
there was more; much more than others probably desired to see.
"At first, it came in only spurts." A film covered her eyes, a
film created by the ghosts of her past. "If something disturbed
him, he would generally become infuriated enough to display his
anger in not very affectionate actions. It seems that in most
cultures today, it is called abuse, but in that age it was known
as discipline, a man keeping his family in line."
She shook her head, unable to shake the emotions that followed
the memories. Her hands slid over her arms as the air suddenly
cooled.
"I never wanted to marry, never asked for it. He was much older
than I, almost in his fifties." She sighed. "Maxwell came out of
nowhere. I knew I could never divorce. The Catholic church would
never allow a wife to divorce her husband. There was no where I
could run. My family was very influencial and even more was my
husband in all his wealth and power. If I ran, I knew I would
either be found and shamed, or homeless and penniless. So, I was
willing to end it. That night I had the poison in hand, ready to
drink it when Maxwell stumbled upon me while doing his evening
chores."
A faint smile appeared on her lips as she remembered him. "I
never told him what he had done that night. Then, some time
later, he convinced me to go with him. It had been after a
rather bad run in with my husband. I agreed. You know the end."
Lightning flashed outside the window, outlining her hourglass
silhouette with a yellow glow for a mere second.
"I don't understand though," she admitted, folding her arms over
her chest. "Why are you interested in me? Aside from the power,
I have nothing of interest. The power I won't use because of
where it came from. He used it to torture me. Why would I want
to use it?"
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Re: An Interesting Inquiry
By: Gabriel Darkfire Date: September 10, 2017, 5:19 pm
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The lightning flashed through the sky outside casting the
library and her within a beautiful yellow light, seconds ticked
by until the flash subsided leaving them both standing there in
silence. Seconds turned into minutes before her voice pierced
the silence like a knife through butter calling him on his
interest. He thought, his eyes slipping shut each word she had
spoken swam in a massive pool in his mind. There were a many of
things he could say or do to show her that her life was not
over, that her life could lead into a brighter one for many
generations to come. Seconds turned into minutes, and minutes
into hours it seemed before his eyes slipped back open. His plan
was perfect and could maybe wake up the girl to her own destiny,
her own fate. Gabriel extended his hand forward towards the
girl, a light smile dancing upon his lips.
“Rowena do you trust me enough to show you something that nobody
else has ever seen, a journey that could bring ruin and
devastation to everything that you may know? If so take my
hand.”
When Rowena grasped Gabriel’s hand, the library around them
seemed to shift in on itself simply fading from their view
leaving them standing on a white space. Seconds ticked by, each
second bringing the white closer and closer to the end of their
journey. Almost all at once a light of blue pierced through the
white and began expanding, the light bringing forth a land. The
ground was covered with blades of grass that brushed against
their knees, the feeling exciting a pain and a slight tickle to
their very touch. The sky was a deep dark navy color with white
lights just spread out enough through it to give them a
brilliant display upon a canvas. Gabriel let go of her hand at
this point and pointed in the distance towards a small city lit
ablaze in flames, even from here they could make out the small
gathering of townspeople and the knight that stood in front of
them.
“What I can gather from the history of mortals this is called
the holy crusades, this is the origin or at least the first
known record of the power that rests in you making its first
appearance. Watch the older woman kneeling closer to the knight
and how they interact.”
The knight steps forward towards the older lady his horse behind
him neighing loudly, his armor clanked and wheezed on each of
his movements. He stops inches from the woman, his eyes shift
down upon her as he raises the edge of his longsword and rests
it against the back of her neck. “For your insolence and the
neglect for your people to choose to fight on the side of God I
sentence you to death all of you.” The knight rose the sword up
into the sky and went to bring it back down upon the woman’s
throat, as the blade inched closer to her the very air itself
seemed to manifest into a mist of crimson red. It poured over
the woman and the townspeople holding them within its dark
embrace. The woman rose from her kneeled position and stepped
towards the knight, her once brown eyes now a deep crimson red,
the knight’s blue eyes recoiled in terror as the woman
approached but before anything else happens the scene fades
becoming the library around them once again.
“Why do I have an interest in you Rowena? The answer to that
question is quite simple, the magic inside of you, that lays
dormant inside of you rivals mine in power and could be used to
change the entire world for the better. The woman that you saw
in the memory is your late husband’s first generation and the
last one to use the power to save others rather than just
herself. She never harmed anyone with her power and instead
brought peace and prosperity to a dying world. Every generation
after her brought plague and famine to a living world, and I
think that the power has found someone that could break the
cycle of hate and anger with the power. For the next to be
consumed by the power will force us to have to end the powers
fate. That’s why I have an interest in you and have faith in
your ability to bring good things with that gift that you have.”
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Re: An Interesting Inquiry
By: guest1383 Date: September 10, 2017, 6:51 pm
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Rowena watched him from the closing of his eyes to the reopening
when he peered at her once more with blue orbs so insightful and
wise, she could almost feel the shame and inferiority taking
their claim on her heart, painting her cheeks with crimson which
sharply contrasted the otherwise pale skin. It had not been
often after the vicious attack that someone looked her in the
eye rather than the scar. Alone, his eyes holding hers had such
an effect that it made her reconsider her stay more than once.
Still, when he offered his hand, she felt herself compelled to
follow through with what she had started when having first met
him, and she accepted it. Delicately, more so methodically than
gentleness, her fingers slipped into the palm of his hand. The
feel of each individual finger coming into contact with his bare
skin alarmed her nerves and deepened the red along the arches of
her cheekbones.
There was an obvious indication of discomfort when she stood to
her feet beside him, but that was to be expected considering
past involvements with men. When the scene around them was
suddenly altered, her grip tightened. As colors breathed into
the white that surrounded them, she watched intently and waited.
The area settled, revealing something out of a movie.
When Gabriel dropped her hand, she immediately clasped her hands
together and knotted them against her stomach. Her expression
remained unreadable as she looked on, but there was a hidden
current beneath the blank canvas etched across her features-
like the calm before a storm.
Despite what nature intended for beauty, the burning city and
the happenings summoned a sense of foreboding. She started at
his words, the sudden intrusion of them disrupting a thousand
unspoken thoughts. Heeding his instruction, she glanced down
and watched.
"Gabriel," she breathed, her voice caught somewhere between a
gasp and a whisper, watching as the man's blade glint venomously
in mid-air.
If this was history, then it could not be altered. The events
that played out were inscribed in the pages of the past which,
much like her own, could not be changed just because there was
cruelty. Rowena wanted to intervene, but knew it was
impossible. Instead, she forced herself to continue watching as
the knight lowered his weapon to the woman's exposed neck. She
found herself wishing for Gabriel's hand for something steady to
hold as she watched, but her hands remained tightly together in
an unbreakable grip. Then, the course of the scene suddenly
changed and the knight was to be defeated. The energy stemming
from the woman intrigued Rowena, but before she could see much
more their surroundings settled back into the library.
As he spoke, she found herself pacing the library floor. The
soft footfall was the only sound aside from Gabriel's voice.
When he had finished, she found herself leaning against the
windowsill, peering out into the storm. Moments passed before
her shoulders relaxed and a studying inhale passed her lips.
"I never asked for this." The words came out in a defiant
whisper. She knew no one asked for something like fate had
given her, yet she childishly wished it had been different.
Eyes brimming with unshed tears, she glanced over her shoulder
at him and asked in a faraway voice, "What if I become the
monster he was? I cannot control it, I'm not strong enough."
Although she did not say, she had tried to heal the scar and it
had ended terribly. The power she had summoned was
uncontrollable and had consequently wreaked havoc on her body.
She was no more able to control the power as she had been her
husband.
Turning her back to him once more, Rowena stared out, watching
the storm torment the skies. Blond ringlets fell over her
shoulders as she did, hiding some of the bare skin of her
shoulders that her dress left revealed.
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Re: An Interesting Inquiry
By: Gabriel Darkfire Date: September 11, 2017, 1:59 am
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Control
Is that the reason the fates brought her here today? Was he
supposed to show her, what others had shown him all those years
ago? This time his mind wandered back to years before he was the
keeper of fate, to the day that he wondered through the golden
arch-way to this library. He had come in here with the same
questions for a power that he himself had gained through a
greedy means, he wanted to control that power that he had taken
from a pool of knowledge that had turned him into the broken
entity of magic he was. The woman had seemed to break pulling
him from the own shattered parts of his mind, maybe it was time,
time he had displayed to her what the lack of control could
eventually do to her. Gabriel grasped the top collar of his
cloak and pulled it apart allowing the simple piece of fabric to
fall away from his body and slip to the ground where it
disappeared into a pool of energy. Underneath the cloak however
was not the body of a man nor anything at all.
Energy
Energy is what guides the whole universe every living being
needs a form of energy to survive, and this is what Gabriel
needed to survive. Before Rowena stood well just that energy in
its purest form, Gabriel’s entire body flowed; or lack of a
better term was energy each flow seeming to act as the functions
of a body on a normal person. He allowed her to take in the
sight before once again the cloak from before reformed upon his
body. He stepped back to the shelves of book, gloved hands
guiding along the spines searching until he found one specific
book and tossed it on the table where the chess board had once
been. The book a deep sapphire blue color donned with the same
designs that he himself had been donned with. He eyed the book
on the table before his lips parted and allow a light sigh to
pass through the part.
“Rowena, control is something that can be taught can be gained
through experience. Magic even that which was gifted to you to
take the taint from its history does have a terrible cost. The
scar is a form of power that signifies that you have the power
and is used as the source of that power. Many of mages before
you who lacked control and hid their powers were consumed by
them, if they were lucky they had enough power to sustain them
in a form like mine if not they simply faded and became nothing
more than they were in the first place a part of the circle of
life. You have something your husband lacked when he took the
first wrong path. A chance.” Gabriel snapped his fingers and
outside the storm that had raged on merely faded leaving the
bright light of the moon piercing through the clouds of the
night sky. “Allow me to help you change the world for the
better.”
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Re: An Interesting Inquiry
By: guest1383 Date: September 12, 2017, 6:22 pm
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Her thoughts, a muddied disembodiment of a past spent at the
jagged edge of fate's cruelty, were interrupted when the man
paused and gave a studious tug of his cloak, causing it to fall
in a heap at his feet. Betraying her bewilderment, her
almond-shaped eyes broadened into full-circled disks as she
peered into nothing but rippling energy. A strange urge to
extend her hand and brush the energy with her fingertips to test
the solidity of it, momentarily overwhelmed her. Did it feel
like water? At the end of her fingers, would it break and
dissipate like wrinkles in liquid? But most of all, she
wondered how the power would feel if it were hers.
At the thought, her eyes deliberately snapped back to the
window. The breadth between her shoulders tensed as her erratic
heartbeat thrummed beneath the palm of her hand against her
chest.
Rowena.
The sound of her name on his lips shortly before him accusing
her of holding the power to better the world, was the only thing
that kept her sober enough not to laugh at his words. Still, as
she stared out in the expanse of stars and darkness, she could
not help but notice that in order for the twinkling lights
hovering overhead to shine, they first had to be submerged in
it. She was certain she had recently read an old poem that had
the reasoned the same, but where did that leave the sun? The
sun did not need to experience the throes of black nothingness,
the bottomless certainty of fear and to be caressed by death
only to be deprived of its gift. No, the sun shone regardless.
All the poet did was romanticize hopelessness.
The storm returned, returning to its former glory in ferocity
and destruction. She took solace in watching it as the silence
between them grew weighty. That was one thing that had became a
constant in their relationship: contemplative silence. After a
while, she submitted to his exertion of energy, permitting the
storm to pass once again and the skies to return harmonious.
Worn, Rowena turned to Gabriel.
"What if the world is far better off without such destructive
lineages roaming throughout it?" she whispered, finding the mood
and the quiet around them too much for anything louder. Long
lashes brushed her cheeks as she looked down at the hand holding
the skirt of her dress. "I'm not some broken toy that can be
fixed. This power was never meant to be mine and neither, I
would bet, is the power you contain, yours."
Her footfall was soft against the library floor, barely
detectable, as she crossed the space between them. The path of
her gaze never changed until she was close in proximity to him.
When she did look up, her blue eyes appeared tortured and
transparent in the subtle wash of moonlight. Her breath caught
momentarily, before working itself out of her throat and past
her lips in a exertion of conflict and heaviness.
"The scar is a representation of cruelty, nothing more. What I
have is a curse, not some noble calling to save a world that
forgot me and left me behind to be trampled over by a lost
soul." Lifting her fingers to her face where the scar was, she
glanced away. "Perhaps, you can see beauty, but I choose to see
only reality and truth. Yet, I think, you are correct."
For the first time in her lifetime, she opened the chasm within
her and felt the energy flow with such fluidity, she was certain
he had been correct about the magnitude of its capability. She
gasped as it overwhelmed her senses. In that moment, she felt
the temptation she first had when he had exposed his true
essence, and knew she was making the right decision. Where her
husband's ancestor had been enveloped in a crimson hue, she was
bathed in a bright yellow that rivaled the moon's glow outside.
She extended her hands and held the energy, all of it, in single
orb watching it as it hissed around her fingertips. The scar
had vanished, leaving behind flawless skin and features that had
once aroused greed and cruelty from those closest to her. A
smile lingered there as she watched.
"I was never meant for this." Blue eyes sought his own as she
reached out and grasped his hand with hers and placed the orb in
it. As the orb passed from her fingers, the glow began to
dissolve and her image with it. "Thank you, Gabriel."
The woman smiled until the light vanished completely, taking her
and her centuries of misery with it's otherworldly presence.
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