The Seer
This was orginally a starter for a RP I used once with Rikki. It was whole new plot telling the tale of the beginning of time, the wars between heaven and hell and the story of seer who gets mixed up in all the in between drama's.
In the beginning their was two kinds of mortals, two kinds of humans. There were the primatives and before long some appeared to be developing faster then the normal rate of men. Wheather divine forces caused this or if it was simply nature is still a mystery today. But the mortals that were developing, evolving faster soon began to develop powers of the supernatural kind. Witches and warlocks began to appear, seers and mages began to evolve with the looks of modern man and soon enough this had attention of forces both good and evil...
She did not feel the hard chains against her wrists nor feel the cold floor beneath her. No, she slept and dreamt of many things that seemed to be forgotten at times in the darkest lairs of hell. She dreamed she strolling through a beautiful garden. The grass below her was the livelest green and the flowers around her were of crimson, violets and snow whites. The sky was the perfect shade of cobalt and the sunlight warmed her to the core washing away all memories of her concious life.
She let a finger touch a tender petal of crimson, afarid the delicate rose would dissolve before her eyes she pulled it back. A ever gentle hand was placed on her shoulder and she turned to see her. There she stood, the Mother, just as Cleo had imagined her, not of divine beauty like the angels but of natures beauty. The mother’s hair fell in loose waves down her back, the colour of dawn, a perfect golden red and eyes as green as the grass beneath them Cleo tried to open her mouth but no words seemed to form as the Mother placed a slender finger to Cleo’s lips.
“Hush child, do not speak a word”, the Mother whispered as Cleo continued to stare. Her skin, it was so white, like the snow that fell in the winter and her lips were as crimson as the roses around them. “Your...so...beautiful”, Cleo managed to squek out as a sad smile fluttered onto the First Goddesses lips. “This is but one of my many forms child, if not my favourite”, she replied gently. “Seer, one will come from your kind in my image and as will a family of nature, you will know when the time is right to guide them”, Mother Nature continued to Cleo mysteriously. “I don’t..understand?”, chocked Cleo confused. “You will in time, hold on and you will return to your to freedom from the bowels of evil once more”, she replied to the seer kindly.
The garden began to fade around them becoming blurs of colour, and Cleo felt herself drifting, drifting away. She heard voices beyound this dream world and fel a sharp pain to her side but still she remained. The Mother smiled lovingly bring her lips to Cleo’s cheek. “I promise you will know freedom child”.
“GET UP!”, came the cruel yell followed by another blow to her side before Cleo found herself dazed and painfully hurt in the side. She had awaken, back to the reality of the lair, staring up a wrathfull yellow eyes, feline like with a crimson streak through the middle. Rita.
At once Cleo was at her feet, ignoring the stabbing pain through her lungs and ribs. She trusted the Mother, her Gaia. The Mother would find a way to rescue her. She stared at Rita, the demoness who had tortured and intergatted her for her visions, for her gift as seer for days, weeks, months. Cleo had long lost count. “We are going to try this again, we need a vision about the wars f light and darkness and who shall win”, sneered Rita. Rita, a middle level demoness, tall, curvous, with sleek, jet black hair, tanned skin and yellow feline like eyes. She was cruel, hard and would do whatever it took to find out for her masters if hell was to win the darkest of their days aginst the angels. Cleo on the other hand had the looks of a modern mortal, hair falling in a light blond luster past her shoulders and topaz blue eyes. The seer was no older then eighteen or nineteen mortal years and because of her gift had long been taken prisoner by hells forces.
In the beginning their was two kinds of mortals, two kinds of humans. There were the primatives and before long some appeared to be developing faster then the normal rate of men. Wheather divine forces caused this or if it was simply nature is still a mystery today. But the mortals that were developing, evolving faster soon began to develop powers of the supernatural kind. Witches and warlocks began to appear, seers and mages began to evolve with the looks of modern man and soon enough this had attention of forces both good and evil...
She did not feel the hard chains against her wrists nor feel the cold floor beneath her. No, she slept and dreamt of many things that seemed to be forgotten at times in the darkest lairs of hell. She dreamed she strolling through a beautiful garden. The grass below her was the livelest green and the flowers around her were of crimson, violets and snow whites. The sky was the perfect shade of cobalt and the sunlight warmed her to the core washing away all memories of her concious life.
She let a finger touch a tender petal of crimson, afarid the delicate rose would dissolve before her eyes she pulled it back. A ever gentle hand was placed on her shoulder and she turned to see her. There she stood, the Mother, just as Cleo had imagined her, not of divine beauty like the angels but of natures beauty. The mother’s hair fell in loose waves down her back, the colour of dawn, a perfect golden red and eyes as green as the grass beneath them Cleo tried to open her mouth but no words seemed to form as the Mother placed a slender finger to Cleo’s lips.
“Hush child, do not speak a word”, the Mother whispered as Cleo continued to stare. Her skin, it was so white, like the snow that fell in the winter and her lips were as crimson as the roses around them. “Your...so...beautiful”, Cleo managed to squek out as a sad smile fluttered onto the First Goddesses lips. “This is but one of my many forms child, if not my favourite”, she replied gently. “Seer, one will come from your kind in my image and as will a family of nature, you will know when the time is right to guide them”, Mother Nature continued to Cleo mysteriously. “I don’t..understand?”, chocked Cleo confused. “You will in time, hold on and you will return to your to freedom from the bowels of evil once more”, she replied to the seer kindly.
The garden began to fade around them becoming blurs of colour, and Cleo felt herself drifting, drifting away. She heard voices beyound this dream world and fel a sharp pain to her side but still she remained. The Mother smiled lovingly bring her lips to Cleo’s cheek. “I promise you will know freedom child”.
“GET UP!”, came the cruel yell followed by another blow to her side before Cleo found herself dazed and painfully hurt in the side. She had awaken, back to the reality of the lair, staring up a wrathfull yellow eyes, feline like with a crimson streak through the middle. Rita.
At once Cleo was at her feet, ignoring the stabbing pain through her lungs and ribs. She trusted the Mother, her Gaia. The Mother would find a way to rescue her. She stared at Rita, the demoness who had tortured and intergatted her for her visions, for her gift as seer for days, weeks, months. Cleo had long lost count. “We are going to try this again, we need a vision about the wars f light and darkness and who shall win”, sneered Rita. Rita, a middle level demoness, tall, curvous, with sleek, jet black hair, tanned skin and yellow feline like eyes. She was cruel, hard and would do whatever it took to find out for her masters if hell was to win the darkest of their days aginst the angels. Cleo on the other hand had the looks of a modern mortal, hair falling in a light blond luster past her shoulders and topaz blue eyes. The seer was no older then eighteen or nineteen mortal years and because of her gift had long been taken prisoner by hells forces.