Post by Mickey on Feb 2, 2006 13:10:11 GMT -5
The End of an Age.
Blood-red paint dripped from his fingers as he spread gashes over the faces in front of him. Drip. Pheonix's army stood in their tight lines moving like robots towards Dark as he slashed the bridge of each nose. Drip. Over and Over again gashes spread across the cheeks of the endless sea of faces. Humans and Mages alike. Drip. The training for eighteen months showed on their faces. Each told tales of misery, endless days and sleepless nights. Drip. The haunted red eyes gleamed at Dark who shuddered and looked away. He was reminded of Cryfolif every time he looked into an eye of red. Drip.
Dark knew that he had no place being here but he was called by Cryfolif and to Cryfolif he came. He knew that Pheonix was fighting gods tonight- the gods that had defaced and defiled their god. The kingdom to come would be stronger and all would worship Eriscor. All would be as it should be. Drip.
If a tiny voice inside Dark’s head whispered that it was wrong- he ignored it completely. He knew what was right- or Cryfolif did. And he would follow Cryfolif to the end of the age that was to come and then could start a new beginning. Drip.
The last of the army- and the captain, Raine, stepped up on all four paws. Raines muscles gleamed as her snarled at Dark who cringed. He painted his face as fast as her could then ran his hands through his hair. The blood-red paint swam down his face making his own markings appear in a slapdash manner. Drip.
The Army lined up with Raine at the head and one by one disappeared helped along by the mages who transported them directly into the battlefield. Dark grabbed a sword when he felt the mighty paw of Raine stay his hand. He shivered and avoided his eyes as Raine growled ,” Not for you. I won’t have you messing things up.” Dark nodded though his heart instantly inflamed. Raine always treated him like he couldn’t do anything. He wasn’t powerless. As Raine disappeared, he felt a tug in his brain. Cryfolif. It seems someone thought he could do something. He grabbed knives and secured them under his belt- and then he was gone leaving only the paint dripping from the desk.
Drip…. Drip…. Drip….
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A scene of total devastation met Emiria’s icy blue eyes as she surveyed the ground in front of her. Human and animal alike lay strewn across the blood-splattered grass. In the distance she spotted the Zippies sheparding themselves away from where so many of their friends lay. A mix of a fox and a wolf, the zippies were loyal and cunning which made them some of the most powerful warriors of Emari.
They had never been so defeated. They limped off the field in haste and vanished in the distance. Emiria did not know where they were headed and she had a suspicion that they didn’t either.
An army of humans and mages, led by a ferocious tiger, had attacked the stronghold that Emiria had been coaching Emari’s teenage leader in. Scenes flooded Emiria as she pictured that very teen run through by a sword as she had been occupied with the other mages that had been attacking her. Time had stopped itself as she went down, her blood and her murders that had also been run through mixing together and forever impuring the royal blood. Her nursemaid- and childhood friend Nani had screamed and Emiria had led her out of the building hidden by her magic. She had not been able to do anything for their past leader, nothing to help her on her way to the Peaceful Realms. Now, she halted her slow barefoot walk through the field of dead leopards, humans, mages, and zippies and Emiria, goddess of wisdom and healing in Emari fell to her knees- and wept.
Drip.
She wept for all that had been lost- the zippies, the entire village of Elves destroyed and wiped off the face of the earth, the Dryads who had retreated long ago, those that lay dead around her, their teenage leader, the wolves pitying moans that had rang out as they were captured, the guards and her brother and sister vanishing leaving her alone to fight.
As she cried, a storm brewed overhead and rain dripped floods from the heavens. Drip. The rain extinguished the fires still raging on the field, and cleaned the field of the paint and blood alike that had forever stained this place.
Then Emiria stopped. She simply would not bow to her disgraced brother with which this had all been done his name. She would not ever stop fighting until her time to retire to the heavens and watch for all days came. Though the flames around her were extinguished, new flames ignited in her heart. The flames of revenge. She would find a way to undo this. They would call upon the prophecy. Call those who could help.
She stood up, her face dry, and the rain abruptly stopped-leaving the water to drip from the trees and the grass was soft and wet under Emiria’s bear toes. She did not even notice. Drip. As she stood up she heard a pitying mew, low and weak. After glancing around she identified a leopard cub that lay wounded next to an unconscious wolf pup. They had been shielded by a female zippy she could see- for the zippy lay partially on top of them and was clearly dead. The leopard moaned again and she scooped both of them up into her arms. Murmuring “shhhh” she attempted to mind-speak with the cub and realized that he was too young for it. He shouldn’t have even been in battle.
Holding them she turned to Nani who stood stock still, frozen in fear. Emiria gave her a tiny nod. Nani’s expression hardened, and she nodded back. Emiria did not need to say what had crossed between them. They would disappear until Mari had identified those who the prophecy referred to and called them to the world. Eriscor’s will has been carried out. Emari lays in the claws of a demon by the name and shape of Pheonix. The time of the prophecy had come.
Emiria turned and walked away leaving the rain to drip behind her. She walked away from the death and destruction, cradling life and hope in her arms.
Drip. …Drip…Drip…
Blood-red paint dripped from his fingers as he spread gashes over the faces in front of him. Drip. Pheonix's army stood in their tight lines moving like robots towards Dark as he slashed the bridge of each nose. Drip. Over and Over again gashes spread across the cheeks of the endless sea of faces. Humans and Mages alike. Drip. The training for eighteen months showed on their faces. Each told tales of misery, endless days and sleepless nights. Drip. The haunted red eyes gleamed at Dark who shuddered and looked away. He was reminded of Cryfolif every time he looked into an eye of red. Drip.
Dark knew that he had no place being here but he was called by Cryfolif and to Cryfolif he came. He knew that Pheonix was fighting gods tonight- the gods that had defaced and defiled their god. The kingdom to come would be stronger and all would worship Eriscor. All would be as it should be. Drip.
If a tiny voice inside Dark’s head whispered that it was wrong- he ignored it completely. He knew what was right- or Cryfolif did. And he would follow Cryfolif to the end of the age that was to come and then could start a new beginning. Drip.
The last of the army- and the captain, Raine, stepped up on all four paws. Raines muscles gleamed as her snarled at Dark who cringed. He painted his face as fast as her could then ran his hands through his hair. The blood-red paint swam down his face making his own markings appear in a slapdash manner. Drip.
The Army lined up with Raine at the head and one by one disappeared helped along by the mages who transported them directly into the battlefield. Dark grabbed a sword when he felt the mighty paw of Raine stay his hand. He shivered and avoided his eyes as Raine growled ,” Not for you. I won’t have you messing things up.” Dark nodded though his heart instantly inflamed. Raine always treated him like he couldn’t do anything. He wasn’t powerless. As Raine disappeared, he felt a tug in his brain. Cryfolif. It seems someone thought he could do something. He grabbed knives and secured them under his belt- and then he was gone leaving only the paint dripping from the desk.
Drip…. Drip…. Drip….
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A scene of total devastation met Emiria’s icy blue eyes as she surveyed the ground in front of her. Human and animal alike lay strewn across the blood-splattered grass. In the distance she spotted the Zippies sheparding themselves away from where so many of their friends lay. A mix of a fox and a wolf, the zippies were loyal and cunning which made them some of the most powerful warriors of Emari.
They had never been so defeated. They limped off the field in haste and vanished in the distance. Emiria did not know where they were headed and she had a suspicion that they didn’t either.
An army of humans and mages, led by a ferocious tiger, had attacked the stronghold that Emiria had been coaching Emari’s teenage leader in. Scenes flooded Emiria as she pictured that very teen run through by a sword as she had been occupied with the other mages that had been attacking her. Time had stopped itself as she went down, her blood and her murders that had also been run through mixing together and forever impuring the royal blood. Her nursemaid- and childhood friend Nani had screamed and Emiria had led her out of the building hidden by her magic. She had not been able to do anything for their past leader, nothing to help her on her way to the Peaceful Realms. Now, she halted her slow barefoot walk through the field of dead leopards, humans, mages, and zippies and Emiria, goddess of wisdom and healing in Emari fell to her knees- and wept.
Drip.
She wept for all that had been lost- the zippies, the entire village of Elves destroyed and wiped off the face of the earth, the Dryads who had retreated long ago, those that lay dead around her, their teenage leader, the wolves pitying moans that had rang out as they were captured, the guards and her brother and sister vanishing leaving her alone to fight.
As she cried, a storm brewed overhead and rain dripped floods from the heavens. Drip. The rain extinguished the fires still raging on the field, and cleaned the field of the paint and blood alike that had forever stained this place.
Then Emiria stopped. She simply would not bow to her disgraced brother with which this had all been done his name. She would not ever stop fighting until her time to retire to the heavens and watch for all days came. Though the flames around her were extinguished, new flames ignited in her heart. The flames of revenge. She would find a way to undo this. They would call upon the prophecy. Call those who could help.
She stood up, her face dry, and the rain abruptly stopped-leaving the water to drip from the trees and the grass was soft and wet under Emiria’s bear toes. She did not even notice. Drip. As she stood up she heard a pitying mew, low and weak. After glancing around she identified a leopard cub that lay wounded next to an unconscious wolf pup. They had been shielded by a female zippy she could see- for the zippy lay partially on top of them and was clearly dead. The leopard moaned again and she scooped both of them up into her arms. Murmuring “shhhh” she attempted to mind-speak with the cub and realized that he was too young for it. He shouldn’t have even been in battle.
Holding them she turned to Nani who stood stock still, frozen in fear. Emiria gave her a tiny nod. Nani’s expression hardened, and she nodded back. Emiria did not need to say what had crossed between them. They would disappear until Mari had identified those who the prophecy referred to and called them to the world. Eriscor’s will has been carried out. Emari lays in the claws of a demon by the name and shape of Pheonix. The time of the prophecy had come.
Emiria turned and walked away leaving the rain to drip behind her. She walked away from the death and destruction, cradling life and hope in her arms.
Drip. …Drip…Drip…