Into the Madness - Amaghi (Fuhrer Itulhu)
Your decision was final. While your ally might get hurt for protecting you, it was clear that the fault lies with the ones launching the attack in the first place. As such, there was no need for parley, nor was there any place for mercy on the battlefield. With the intent of total annihilation in your mind, you gathered the lights into your body. And as you do so, the lesser spirits were thrown into panic. Some scuttled frantically for an escape, while some went into delirious charge in hopes of stopping you before it's too late for them. Yet none of their efforts were to be rewarded.
As if amplified by your wrath, the converging lights exploded with blinding fury, eradicating any traces of the spirits where they stand. And as the light fades, neither the fog nor the shadows remained. All that was left was the desolate forest, lit by nothing but the dim moonlight; and the battered remains of a girl who was once known under the name of "Cara", wrapped in scriptures and grimoire pages.
You were not sure as of how to feel about the scenery in front of you. Arba was fine, that you could tell just from the connection between the two of you. Yet, it was unquestionable that Cara was dead. And whist you only knew her for a short while, this for some reason had left you with an unfathomable, very uncomfortable feeling. It was the kind of feeling that made you choke on your own throat, even when there was clearly nothing there. Unsure on what to do, you decided to pay a final respect to Cara, and encased her body in an ice coffin before commanding Arba to return to her human form and continued to wander the forest.
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After walking for roughly twenty minutes, you stumbled upon a rundown shed. It was small and decrepit, but you thought it would be better than sleeping in the wilderness, especially after the unsavoury previous encounter with the spirits of the forest. Thus, you entered the sorry excuse of a housing along with Arba. Inside, you found a bed for one, a table with unlit candle in the middle of it, a tool shack, and a wardrobe of some sort. It was a hunter's den of some sort, you thought to yourself.
Was it Cara's house? A stray thought entered your mind. A thought that you soon dismiss, for it brought that weird choking feeling back when you linger too much on it. Then, after shaking your head as if to clear your mind, you proceed to light the candle on the table to get a better look of your temporary abode. It was then that you felt a gust of chilling wind whistling though your ears, ending with a loud thud on the wall before you. An arrow.
Quickly turning towards the entrance, you saw a hooded shadow lunging at you at an alarming speed. Without giving you any time to react, the shadow pinned you down to the table by your neck. Seeing this, Arba quickly weaved her magic, yet the shadow seemed to have anticipated this, and thrown you towards her, effectively stopping her from finishing her craft. Then, as the two of you crashed unto the floor, the mysterious assailant continued its relentless assault and placed a dagger by its tip on each of your throats.
"Who are you?" the shadow asked. "What are you doing in my house?" it continued.
Now that the shadow had stopped moving, you finally get a chance to take a look at its face. It was a feminine face; a human's face, if not for the red scales creeping from both sides of its neck all the way to its cheeks. And while they're hidden by the hood, you could also notice two small horns on the assailant's head. It was as if it, or rather, she; was a dragon in human form.
In any case, it would seem that a wrong answer would cost you dearly. What would you do?
What Dreams May Come - Illuminati
"Calm down," said the creature in front of you as it put more pressure upon your shoulder. "This is not the place for a talk. Come," it continued as it offers you its hand.
With no other viable options available, you decided to trust the beast of bones and shadow, and took his arm. And as you did so, the creature's cloak engulfed you, and soon you were transported into another place. A garden of wilting roses, to be precise. It was an eerily beautiful place. The deep crimson of rose petals contrasting with the darkened stalk upon which it bloomed from; the entire 'garden' was filled with these twisted beauties.
"This place is Oblivion," the creature spoke again. "A place where memories come to fade. A final resting place of the dead; a place where they finally meet their ultimate end," it continued.
"Then.. The nothingness, and the children.. They are..?" you asked the creature.
"It was simply the nature of this place. Memories converge on this bottomless abyss, only to be buried and forgotten," it answered. And after a short pause, it continued with a tone far more ominous than it previously commands. "You too, are here to share their fate."
You are.. to be forgotten? But it was not supposed to be this way! Your story are not supposed to end just yet! In fact, it hasn't even truly begun!
As if answering the turmoil in your head, the creature then offered you a sliver of hope.
"Though of course, exceptions can be made. Now tell me, who is this he you're talking about?"
Edited by Faye, 29 December 2016 - 05:42 AM.