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Echos Outside of Time; [P]Niki/Aeyl
Topic Started: Wed Jul 10, 2013 2:45 am (266 Views)
Seska
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Palaces, once imposing and filled with splendor, lay in various states of ruin, roofs long since gone. Trees grew on once-polished floors, roots centuries or millenia gona having pried up the precisely set stones, cracking them and lifting them out of level. Ancient staircases carved of marble and granite lay in ruins, once grand upper floors inaccessible now.

The Sidhe woman stared at the ruin of decadence and greatness, and she mental tears for the greatness that had been long lost. Of course, this city was not the one she remembered, for this one had been built atop the bones of another, and that on top of the bones of yet another. Some places in the world were simply ideal for commerce and confluence of people, great and small. Once, this had been one. It had been one for tens of thousands, if not for hundreds of thousands of years. One civilization claimed it, only to fade away into the dust until nothing - not even memory - remained. And then another would come, and claim the ground for their own. Maybe occasionally unearth and artifact from unknowble times, unfathomables ages before.

When they picked those fragments of the past up, did they ever hold it in their hand and wonder at the people that had crafted it? Did they ever stop and wonder at what they held in their hands, what it had meant to someone that had lived and died before they, or anyone they could think of, had lived?

And how would that same person cope, if they actually knew the history of that piece of history. Time was an unbearable weight on her shoulder. She had been a live for such a long time, so long she could barely seperate years from centuries anymore. It might have been a strange form of senility, with her mental faculties intact but her ability to recollect the past crippled. So much. So terribly much.

And it wasn't just the weight of time. It was the loneliness that spanned unthinkable gulfs of time. Love had not been in her life for at least eight or nine thousand years - she thought, anyway. It was difficult to recall, with so much life, so much experience that could be called on. In a different age, and a different world, it would be called information overload. But the people of this place and time had no word for it, because quite simply put there were so very few, save the living gods, who could relate.

Seska, silver hair flowing in the cool breeze, standing in a silent monument to the dead of countless peoples, laughed silently. She laughed so hard, and if any could guess the cant of her thoughts, they would possibly think she was mad. The great and mighty Seska, unthinkably powerful sorceress from a forgotten age, Dragonslayer.. Lonely, standing tall above the rabble of the lesser species, wept inside of loneliness. Power was often this way, though she seldom showed her face to the world anymore. It was simply too alien to her, now.

She turned her diminutive frame and continued to walk along forgotten avenues, kicking up the dust of centuries. Each building mirrored a fragment of her past. With every empty street, half filled with the debris of buildings, reminded her of a place long since forgotten. The grief of loss, often thought long dealt with, welled close to the surface. Oh, she had long since accepted her place in the world, a wraith of something long since forgotten. But it still hurt to recall all that she had lost. A human would have cut their own throat long ago in the face of accumulated tragedy.

She cast eyes the color of amythest to the sky, pale orbs reflecting the dying light of day. They had an introspective gleam to them, much mirrored by the thoughtful mien upon her features. She shook her head slowly, and began to search for a building that would provide suitable shelter for the night. She did not fear wolves and wraiths, spooks, or thieves. She was a long, long way past fear of anything. When the Creator wished to take her soul, he would do it whether she wished it or not. There was no fear in death - she'd been through the ordeal, and survived. Scarred, but survived.

A structure stood on a side street in what must have been a poorer district of the ancient city. The foundation stones were far, far older than anything else in the entire city that she had seen, and they resonated faintly with her inner sense. She quirked an eyebrow at them - they looked ordinary, like any other rock. Just older. She approached the old rundown building, door gaping dark from the rubble strewn street. It had....a certain feel to it that she could not quite put a finger on. A familiarity, though the reason for it eluded her at the moment, which was not necessarily and uncommon thing in these far gone days.

She stood in front of the dilapidated building, a quizzical expression on her face, staff canted in front of her since she was not leaning on it at the moment.
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Over there... I looked to the east and sniffed, trying to find the scent that Chika was pointing me too. The wind was carrying the smells in a weird way, and trying too pick out the one I needed was difficult.

Scratch that, sorry! I meant the West... I grumbled and glanced over at the young feline. Her tail lashed back and forth as she sniffed the air again.

You cost me this kill, and I'll kill you. My eyes shimmered with truth behind my threat in the setting sun and she knew full well that I would follow through with the threat. She nodded and sat down, wrapping her tail around her front paws. I sniffed the air and found a different scent. One that caught my attention more closely than one I was tracking.

Chika...Stop. I got up slowly and walked closer. The Old Ruins?! She stood and ran to my side. I stopped and glared at her, letting my spin bristle a little. Smell the air if you're coming!! I turned my head back and sniffed. Is that...no, it couldn't be... I slowly climbed down the overgrown debris of a long forgotten city.

I felt more than heard Chika as she followed me. She was always a little bit quieter than me. I always blamed it on the fact that she was an actual cat while I wasn't. Though sometimes I wished I was.

As I crept along the path, I saw a figure. She looked up at the sky and I stopped. This was what I smelled. This figure who reeked of nothing but pure magic and time. Who is this??
Edited by Narah, Wed Jul 17, 2013 4:49 am.
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The sound of feet crunching on stone and dirt behind and to the right broke the reverie, and the Sidhe woman turned to find the source. There was nothing there for her to see, at first. In a place as old an ancient as this, you had to take care, though. The ghosts of the past - both figurative and literal - could sneak up on you at any time. Both figuratively, and literally.

And then she caught a touch of movement from the corner of a brilliant violet eye, and her head swiveled much like a hawk seeking prey. A cat, or cat-like shape, crouched in the shade between two buildings. A larger shape stood in the gloom, and while the Sidhe had many traits, good eye sight was not one of them. She thought about it for a moment, weighing the risk against the potential benefit, and then sighed audibly.

With infinite slowness, she opened herself to the aetherial planes, and power slowly trickled into her. The warding - always a tricky thing to describe or even categorize - stemmed the tide so that what had, at one time, been a raging flood of power was reduced to a trickle. How many thousand years since she had tasted more than a mouthful of what she was truly capable of? It had been longer than her active memory could recall, in any case.

She carefully readied several choice patterns in her mind. It was perhaps a touch cliche' and overused, but a fireball hovered on the cusp of reality, only awaiting that final momentary touch of willpower to take shape and fly like the deadly missile it was. I can see you back there, she said, her voice oddly high pitched, almost childish in tone. It more than fit her diminutive stature, which would barely come to the lurking shapes' chest. You can step out now, or you can fly out later. I suggest the first option. She didn't even notice the resonance between her power, held closely and under tight rein, with the ancient foundations stones of the building she had just been examining.
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I stopped. How had she known? I glanced back at Chika and shot her a glare. Stay put, or so me help, I will claw your lungs out through your nose...

Chika sat back in surprise at how sincere my threat was, but nodded. I continued down the path between the two buildings until I stood on the other side of the small clearing. It looked like this had at one point been a courtyard. Tiles of some sort had been laid when the place was new, but now the earth around had pushed some aside, and cracked others. Around the edge of the tiled area, weeds and tall grass grew in excess, providing good cover for Chika and myself, should this old figure decide to fight.

When she spoke, I was surprised. For a figure as old her scent gave, her voice sounded like that of child. That was when I got a good look at her. The figure...well, putting it bluntly, looked like a child. Instantly, I didn't like the situation. I could smell that there was more magic going on here than I would like.

Slowly, I started pacing around the edge of courtyard. Chika...I don't know what's going to happen here. I want you to keep down, and away. I should be able to take on this being if needed. Should I ask for you're help, it will be because I needed it five minutes ago. Got it? The whole time I was telling Chika this, I never once looked at her. My hope was that, by coming out first, it gave her the chance to either get away or do a surprise attack if needed.

I felt more than heard her acknowledgement as I started tuning her out and concentrated on the girl before me.
Edited by Narah, Sat Jul 20, 2013 2:36 am.
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