| From her pirch high above the now living landscape, she surveys the entrance to her new, bitter home. Cautious not to alert the newcomers to their approaching doom, she chuckles to herself. With the bleeding leaves cascading their crimson tears onto her skin, she senses a darkness not unlike her own. This callous heart amidst the many now submitting their lives to a new cause. A dark figure below, beckoning her eyes to follow his every move, all others seem as insects from her view, a muddled patch of moving colors..yet he alone stands out. He alone catches her eye. This hatred, this loathing, she has only ever felt once before in a living being...could he be? Could this young, pale creature be the offspring of her Mistress? He appears much like the vampire, his corpse-like appearance almost beautiful. The choice of clothing could use some work, but a personal preference is welcome...more of those mortal fashions that Wag always adored. This new inhabitant seems familiar with the terrain, quickly passing by the mindless drones that enter on a daily basis, from only the Goddess knows where. Sifting through them as if they were but blades of grass, he makes his way through the Living Forest as if on a set course, avoiding the many grabs and prods of the soulless trees lining his path. And his movements..like lightning. So swift he is hardly a blur in the distance. She carefully watches this new arrival with intense eyes before abandoning her pirch to persue him, millions of thoughts running through her mind as she flutters toward the emptiness in the center of the forest, where she can see the wonderous palace of her Goddess.
Upon her arrival at the entrance to the onyx pyramid, she sense the dark creature close by. Quickly turning she can see him jutting from tree to tree, approaching her with unimaginable speed. Without a second though she utters the words to break the seal and enters the pyramid, immediately greeted by a hideous abomination of life, who merely grins as she slams into him. "Greetings, Mitra. Running fromt he trees again?" "I haven't the time for you today, Wag. I must alert Dyre!" "Have I not told you a million times past, you refer to her as you Mistress, or Goddess...not by her name. Are you truly so suicidal as to blatently avoi-" "Blah blah blah, move you're ass, you mutt. I have business!" With not another glance in his direction, she makes her way through one of the long corridors and heads tworad the throne room. Speeding down the corrider toward the Throne Room, she comes to a screeching halt, hearing the distinct sound of an arguement. Carefully, she makes her way close enough to make out voices. Two voices; Dyre and...hmm..what is he doing here? Keeping her voice to herself, she fathoms how this argument was started, making certain to keep her ears open for it's obvious continuation. "I haven't the time for your insolence, Madam! This is of the utmost importance and you should certainly consider investigation! If the fae is making herself into a nuisance, we must act! She will certainly destroy our plans!" Upon hearing these words, Mitra is taken aback, a slight gasp escapes her lips only slightly before she slams a hand over her mouth. How did he?...Who spilled the info.? She quickly inches closer to hear the rest, in hopes of an answer. A rather commanding tone takes the Goddess' voice, "Our plans? Well I see you've no knowledge of what boundaries are, my dear. You should seriously consider taking a step back once in awhile and thinking of what you plan to say prior to opening those large lips of yours. First of all; I've no time to 'consider' investigation, I have more pressing business to attend to than accusing a trusted minion of treason.-" Good, she suspects nothing.. The fae's alarm decreases slightly as she presses an ear ever-closer in anticipation. "-Second, and this is an important one; You have absolutely no business reffering to me as insolent when it has been your duty to ensure the safety of my rule and the matters of morale among my minions. So if it is anyone's insolence responsible for this issue, than let it be I who points the finger." "But Madam! This is irresponsible behavior for a leader! You should be paying closer attention to whom you recruit instead of doing so at whim! You should be handling your own matters, Miss Goddess, you should be able to keep an eye on the entire realm, should you not? Then why is it than I am doing all of the work and you are taking all of the credit? You MUST act now Madam! Before it is too late..." "Helyin, my darling, we have been over this on numerous occassions and I have always attempted, to the best of my abilities, to remain nuetral to your multiple insults toward how I conduct my Realm. Yet now I fear that I have come to my wit's end. You are an imputent, ignorant, arrogant waste of my precious energy and I shall have no more of it. You were created for the sole purpose of acting as my serrogate conscience, though I see now it was a mistake to give you a mind of your own and the ability to form opinions and act without command. I've no need for you now, Helyin, please leave-" "But..Madam.." The voice takes on a more pleading tone as it continues fighting for it's existence. "Madam I am of great importance, I shall prove this to you! Please Madam do not destroy me.." "Please leave through the nearest portal out of Mar, I have made arrangements for you in another dimension where you will act as second in command to the leader of a slightly deformed and uneducated race, I am confident that you will exceed there and perhaps even enjoy your stay. Good-bye Helyin." "But Madam, please, I beg of you, do not send me away! Without your presence I am nothing.." "Good-bye Helyin. Do not make me call in the Hounds." "Y-Yes madam...I shall leave as soon as possible." The soft sound of cloth touching the marble floor is heard as the man takes his leave through a different corridor. Taking her chance, Mitra flies into the throne room with remarkable speed, making it appear as though she'd been in a rush and had just arrived. Sitting in her throne, legs crossed and eyes tilted toward the ground, her Goddess barely notices her arrival. With a complete lack of grace, Mitra slams directly into her knee, falling to the hard marble with a loud thud. Dyre glance downward with a slight shake of her head. "Yes, Mitra? What is it?" Using the same speed she used to enter, Mitra flutters up to meet her Goddess' eyes. Heart-pounding, deep gasps coming from her as she attempts to seem aggitated. "I have urgent news, Mistress!" A sigh escapes the Goddess' lips, "And.." "Daemon, He's here!" It is this simple declaration that causes her head to jut upward and her eyes to widen, her son...here? Now? But..she called to him so long ago, why would he answer now? Swiftly reclaiming some composure, Dyre stands and walks to the nearest torch in the room, an effortless gesture over the flame causes a large portal to open in the center of the room. The portal takes the shape of a full mirror, reflecting not what looks in yet that which is outside. An image of her son appears on it's surface, his appearance a mere blur as he speeds across the terrain of her realm. From the perspective of those looking into the fogged surface, only the back of him can be seen, with the ebony palace hardly visible ahead of him. Another gesture over the flame and the image dissipates, she resumes her seat at the throne and looks apathetically to the minion, and possible enemy, in front of her. "I understand why you considered this urgent news, Mitra, yet there is no need to alarm yourself with this. He is merely answering a call sent to him, why he has taken so long to respond is beyond me. However, I askt hat you inform none who have not witnessed his arrival and I thank you for the news. I will handle this matter alone, now please..I have issues to resolve and would enjoy some peace." A slight bow, and Mitra flutters back through the corridor from which she came, snickering to herself. "...Daemon. Why now? You have ignored me for so long, even revoked me as your mother. Yet now you have come to me? With anger in your heart no less. Why...?" |
| The Decision (Story Fragment) |
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