03-14-2016, 03:14 AM
Deep inside a cavern, high on top a snowy peak, an ancient troll hunched over a pile of bones that lay scattered on the ground. The cave was dimly lit, with flame topping the mounds of wax created by the previous candles. Foreboding, and luminescent rays paved the way through the shadows for many millenniums. Erie patterns created by the hundreds of bone garland silhouettes decorated the murky stone walls.
Zabajin was entering the place of The Seer as his last resort. He had not been here since the day he and Te-Zali had wed, paired with his new wife’s ceremony becoming a Volvas. Otherwise known as a which doctor that was chosen by the gods. For the rest of his days, he was to rely on his wife to speak for the gods through her. Thus, removing The Seer out of the picture unless for dire circumstances. As always, his beautiful wife was not cooperating, which prompted this mission to see The Seer to begin with.
The Dragon Warrior made his way to the back of the cavern and approached the mystic who stood to wait, his hands inside the pocket of his tattered cloak. With little more than a chuckle, The Seer greeted him with, “I have been waiting for your arrival Chief Zabajin.”
Seer’s are mystics that possess supernatural powers, someone who would be able to tell Zabajin his future. When The Seer appeared in his village, is shrouded in mystery and legend. For as long as he could remember, the soothsayer resided in this gloomy and frigid cave.
Without a second to waste, the chief removed his war axe from its sling and tore the flesh across his palm. Crimson red spilled from the wound then The Seer wrapped his bony fingers around Zabajins and closed his hand into a fist. After a moment of silence, the soothsayer drew a rune on this forehead out of blood and raised his head to the heavens.
“What is it you want?” The seer asked with a dry tone while the bones chimed in the winter breeze. The chief needed to know what the gods wishes and intentions whereby allowing Orihime to be taken from him.
“The gods have given me a prime, as they promised, but I want to know what the future holds. What will become of The Red Woman?” Zabajin questioned while his eyes tinged with fascinated curiosity.
It is unknown whether or not The Seer was blind or diseased being his flesh was clean like fresh snow and only possess slits of torn skin for eyes. It was rumoured that once the gods had chosen you to the life of a seer, you must undergo a sacred ritual of burning or removing the eyes. This was thought to increases spiritual awareness and more connectivity with the gods. Lifeless lips, tinted blue, were used to foretell prophecies, colored by the high altitude or maybe the various potions and drugs taken to communicate with the gods. What was certain, was his shamanistic abilities that have been confirmed through visions making his status in the community almost equal to the chiefs.
“The quest the gods have given you will be spoken of as long as trolls have tongues to speak.” the mystic responded with a mysterious inflection in his voice.
This pleased the troll chief as a gleeful smile escaped and spread across his rough animalistic features. “The gods say that it is so?” Zabajin gleaned.
“All of this and more I have foreseen.” The Seer crackled violently while clutching onto the bone pendant around his wrinkled neck. It was a foot of a raptor that came from the troll king himself which held ancient power.
“What about Orihime?” Zabajin questioned with longing in his voice. He could not get the girl out of his mind no matter how hard he tried. The chief missed her more than he missed anything in the world and it made Zabajin feel fear for the first time.
“What of her?” The soothsayer's words dripping with hatred. Humans have always had bloody past with the trolls and the chief knew that but he wanted her regardless.
“Is she alive?” Asked Zabajin. The idea of her alone in this world made him feel responsible and he felt she was not yet ready to face this unjust world on her own. She was innocent and had not had her first blood, a mere child in his eyes.
“The gods are not responsible for her fate.” He spat at the chief in anger. She was, after all, not a troll and had no connection with their gods.
“Will I ever see her again?” Zabajin grieved, which exposed a rare moment of weakness. There was so much more he had to teach her and so much more she had to teach him.
“You ask too many questions.” The Seer rejected and recoiled back away from the troll chief. “I have said enough.” He ended, turning away from Zabajin, deeper into the cave.
Zabajin stood in pained silence for several seconds before heading back to the direction he came. Once outside the frosty climate, he filled his lungs with the icy air before bellowing into the frozen canyon “I will find you Orihime, not matter what cost! I will burn cities to the ground, and slaughter woman and children in the street to return you to me! At all cost, I swear to it.” A twisted chuckle echoed throughout the cave and out into the vast snowy terrain.
Zabajin was entering the place of The Seer as his last resort. He had not been here since the day he and Te-Zali had wed, paired with his new wife’s ceremony becoming a Volvas. Otherwise known as a which doctor that was chosen by the gods. For the rest of his days, he was to rely on his wife to speak for the gods through her. Thus, removing The Seer out of the picture unless for dire circumstances. As always, his beautiful wife was not cooperating, which prompted this mission to see The Seer to begin with.
The Dragon Warrior made his way to the back of the cavern and approached the mystic who stood to wait, his hands inside the pocket of his tattered cloak. With little more than a chuckle, The Seer greeted him with, “I have been waiting for your arrival Chief Zabajin.”
Seer’s are mystics that possess supernatural powers, someone who would be able to tell Zabajin his future. When The Seer appeared in his village, is shrouded in mystery and legend. For as long as he could remember, the soothsayer resided in this gloomy and frigid cave.
Without a second to waste, the chief removed his war axe from its sling and tore the flesh across his palm. Crimson red spilled from the wound then The Seer wrapped his bony fingers around Zabajins and closed his hand into a fist. After a moment of silence, the soothsayer drew a rune on this forehead out of blood and raised his head to the heavens.
“What is it you want?” The seer asked with a dry tone while the bones chimed in the winter breeze. The chief needed to know what the gods wishes and intentions whereby allowing Orihime to be taken from him.
“The gods have given me a prime, as they promised, but I want to know what the future holds. What will become of The Red Woman?” Zabajin questioned while his eyes tinged with fascinated curiosity.
It is unknown whether or not The Seer was blind or diseased being his flesh was clean like fresh snow and only possess slits of torn skin for eyes. It was rumoured that once the gods had chosen you to the life of a seer, you must undergo a sacred ritual of burning or removing the eyes. This was thought to increases spiritual awareness and more connectivity with the gods. Lifeless lips, tinted blue, were used to foretell prophecies, colored by the high altitude or maybe the various potions and drugs taken to communicate with the gods. What was certain, was his shamanistic abilities that have been confirmed through visions making his status in the community almost equal to the chiefs.
“The quest the gods have given you will be spoken of as long as trolls have tongues to speak.” the mystic responded with a mysterious inflection in his voice.
This pleased the troll chief as a gleeful smile escaped and spread across his rough animalistic features. “The gods say that it is so?” Zabajin gleaned.
“All of this and more I have foreseen.” The Seer crackled violently while clutching onto the bone pendant around his wrinkled neck. It was a foot of a raptor that came from the troll king himself which held ancient power.
“What about Orihime?” Zabajin questioned with longing in his voice. He could not get the girl out of his mind no matter how hard he tried. The chief missed her more than he missed anything in the world and it made Zabajin feel fear for the first time.
“What of her?” The soothsayer's words dripping with hatred. Humans have always had bloody past with the trolls and the chief knew that but he wanted her regardless.
“Is she alive?” Asked Zabajin. The idea of her alone in this world made him feel responsible and he felt she was not yet ready to face this unjust world on her own. She was innocent and had not had her first blood, a mere child in his eyes.
“The gods are not responsible for her fate.” He spat at the chief in anger. She was, after all, not a troll and had no connection with their gods.
“Will I ever see her again?” Zabajin grieved, which exposed a rare moment of weakness. There was so much more he had to teach her and so much more she had to teach him.
“You ask too many questions.” The Seer rejected and recoiled back away from the troll chief. “I have said enough.” He ended, turning away from Zabajin, deeper into the cave.
Zabajin stood in pained silence for several seconds before heading back to the direction he came. Once outside the frosty climate, he filled his lungs with the icy air before bellowing into the frozen canyon “I will find you Orihime, not matter what cost! I will burn cities to the ground, and slaughter woman and children in the street to return you to me! At all cost, I swear to it.” A twisted chuckle echoed throughout the cave and out into the vast snowy terrain.
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