12-12-2015, 05:52 AM
The sands of time blew rapidly and scraped like a jagged, aimless saw against her skin. Brazen and rough, she fought the wind with her very first step. Stone staircase, it seemed as aimless as the wind, or rather as pointless, but the only direction she would grasp for, was up.
Fleeting were the pooling lumps of sand that tugged down on her feet in combined mounds. Swirling in the air, only to land on every surface imaginable. Disabling, deafening, disastrous, like a blizzard of confusion. Moments and memories snagged on her thoughts, which only concentrated on ascending the stairs.
The fleeting face of her master, the head monk, the man of the council, and the stars above, strewn across the sky, as she once was. Cast down from the heavens, as she once was. This was her second chance. It was her chance to meet Omni. Doubt swirled within her, more vehemently than the wind that threatened to take her crashing down her course.
It was disturbing. The presence that the tower brought. Its indistinct shadow seemed to rumble with untold time. Far away, long in the distance, blended together with the visions of the future and glimpses of the dreaded past, was that which awaited.
She gulped in a mouthful of sand and swallowed the grainy bits while drinking in more. There was not time to summon any damn water, nor could she even find it within herself to rip a piece of cloth from her shirt to wrap it over her nose. Gravel filled the cavities of her ears, and found its way in between her eyelashes. Caira, a person who valued judgement and justice before all else, now was being taught a little patience.
Merik still was free, and she knew it. She knew him to be wandering the desert somewhere. And now, what? She was seeing images of his dead face? Pale as chalk, eyes as dark and lifeless as an trickle-less pond.
Then there was an image, one of red, one of green, and one of a scull, distinctly spiraling through the air in a train of fire. Another blink and the images of these men were gone. Caira felt fear thrill her throat, and set her heartbeat racing. Gunshots all round, fire, death, and ... No. Not him. That red-eyed bastard. Still, freeing him was the right choice. Even if it may not ensure Omni's favor, there was no taking it back now. There were no mistakes now. The past, while it existed very really, had no influence on the future. On her future.
Only life and death had a hold of her now.
She still had things to do, and if she was trapped here, then she would fight Omni himself for escape.
Before her eyes now, was the image, very distant, of her entire planet, moments from explosion. "DID YOU TAKE ME THEN JUST TO TORTURE ME?" She screamed to the thin air, and her voice was quickly snuffed out by the hollow wind.
"WHO ARE YOU TO DO THIS TO ME?" Who are you to save me? Caira, had she seen any walls, any movement or motion, would have punched it. [/b]In HALF.[/b]
What did it all mean? The Omniverse. Immortality. Was she just some character in a book? Was it so futile, was her [/i]life[/i] and destiny so futile, that it could be rewritten with the magic of a single naked being? He didn't even have eyes, of course, it didn't seem like he needed them. Not to really see. But damn it all, seemed like he was blind and delusional if he thought he had some exponential power over everyone else in this world. Even if it was, his world.
A figure stood at the top. Finally, her cramping legs had reached the end. She could have used a hot bath, a glass of water, and well, a good drink.
The figure, once her eyes fell on him, she felt the winds unraveling her curled hair, to suddenly stop their incessant spin. Jhen Mohran had dark eyes, and wore a dark suit. His face was out in the open, however, upon any reflection back on that moment, she would not have remembered a single characteristic of what he looked like. As though the memory was shrouded in shadow, so was the force of nature. The memory drifted away as the sand that had accumulated in piles now swiftly tumbled in a stream down the lengthy staircase.
"You have come long and far, traveler." A voice or a feeling, something, carried by the wind seemed to say. It also seemed to welcome her.
Caira blinked and gulped. She had no reason to believe that this wasn't the gate to Omni's front door. Still, she'd need a little convincing, not one to believe a first-told lie. It was almost too easy. A set of stairs and what, I'm there? It was almost unimaginable. But no,her gut warned her, always a good indicator of the danger to come, the test would soon come.
Fleeting were the pooling lumps of sand that tugged down on her feet in combined mounds. Swirling in the air, only to land on every surface imaginable. Disabling, deafening, disastrous, like a blizzard of confusion. Moments and memories snagged on her thoughts, which only concentrated on ascending the stairs.
The fleeting face of her master, the head monk, the man of the council, and the stars above, strewn across the sky, as she once was. Cast down from the heavens, as she once was. This was her second chance. It was her chance to meet Omni. Doubt swirled within her, more vehemently than the wind that threatened to take her crashing down her course.
It was disturbing. The presence that the tower brought. Its indistinct shadow seemed to rumble with untold time. Far away, long in the distance, blended together with the visions of the future and glimpses of the dreaded past, was that which awaited.
She gulped in a mouthful of sand and swallowed the grainy bits while drinking in more. There was not time to summon any damn water, nor could she even find it within herself to rip a piece of cloth from her shirt to wrap it over her nose. Gravel filled the cavities of her ears, and found its way in between her eyelashes. Caira, a person who valued judgement and justice before all else, now was being taught a little patience.
Merik still was free, and she knew it. She knew him to be wandering the desert somewhere. And now, what? She was seeing images of his dead face? Pale as chalk, eyes as dark and lifeless as an trickle-less pond.
Then there was an image, one of red, one of green, and one of a scull, distinctly spiraling through the air in a train of fire. Another blink and the images of these men were gone. Caira felt fear thrill her throat, and set her heartbeat racing. Gunshots all round, fire, death, and ... No. Not him. That red-eyed bastard. Still, freeing him was the right choice. Even if it may not ensure Omni's favor, there was no taking it back now. There were no mistakes now. The past, while it existed very really, had no influence on the future. On her future.
Only life and death had a hold of her now.
She still had things to do, and if she was trapped here, then she would fight Omni himself for escape.
Before her eyes now, was the image, very distant, of her entire planet, moments from explosion. "DID YOU TAKE ME THEN JUST TO TORTURE ME?" She screamed to the thin air, and her voice was quickly snuffed out by the hollow wind.
"WHO ARE YOU TO DO THIS TO ME?" Who are you to save me? Caira, had she seen any walls, any movement or motion, would have punched it. [/b]In HALF.[/b]
What did it all mean? The Omniverse. Immortality. Was she just some character in a book? Was it so futile, was her [/i]life[/i] and destiny so futile, that it could be rewritten with the magic of a single naked being? He didn't even have eyes, of course, it didn't seem like he needed them. Not to really see. But damn it all, seemed like he was blind and delusional if he thought he had some exponential power over everyone else in this world. Even if it was, his world.
A figure stood at the top. Finally, her cramping legs had reached the end. She could have used a hot bath, a glass of water, and well, a good drink.
The figure, once her eyes fell on him, she felt the winds unraveling her curled hair, to suddenly stop their incessant spin. Jhen Mohran had dark eyes, and wore a dark suit. His face was out in the open, however, upon any reflection back on that moment, she would not have remembered a single characteristic of what he looked like. As though the memory was shrouded in shadow, so was the force of nature. The memory drifted away as the sand that had accumulated in piles now swiftly tumbled in a stream down the lengthy staircase.
"You have come long and far, traveler." A voice or a feeling, something, carried by the wind seemed to say. It also seemed to welcome her.
Caira blinked and gulped. She had no reason to believe that this wasn't the gate to Omni's front door. Still, she'd need a little convincing, not one to believe a first-told lie. It was almost too easy. A set of stairs and what, I'm there? It was almost unimaginable. But no,her gut warned her, always a good indicator of the danger to come, the test would soon come.
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