{orig} origins (1)
Please note I was reasonably intoxicated and I have utterly refused to edit this or make real changes until I feel like I'm "done" with it. No telling how long this will end up being if it will even make it further than it is currently. So, naturally some stuff doesn't really make sense (no, really, some it just doesn't seem legit at all), but in due time it will change and I will change this post. Until then, enjoy.
NOTE: All of the characters, plot, etc. belong to me. This is purely original.
The silver-haired goddess perched herself upon the edge of the broken stone bridge, less than forty yards above the surface of the steadily flowing river beneath her. Her gaze fell upon the occasional ripple of white water, caressing the tops of mossy stones. Her right eye-a burning crimson-investigated the waters carefully. Nothing shifted unusually-just the simple fish every now and then. She sighed softly to herself. She was quickly becoming bored-of a lot of things. Life, time, the simplicity of nature.
After centuries of existing, nothing appeared to change quickly enough to suit her tastes of adventure. Rising to her feet, she turned her head behind her at the open fields and grown-over roads. This place had long been abandoned, given back to nature to overtake. She shuffled her feet against the stone a moment and began to walk away from the edge of the destroyed bridge. Mumbling a few words in a language long lost, she extended her right arm out straight, a snowy white owl perching gently upon her forearm. Her gaze shifted to the owl, again mumbling softly in the lost language. “Akai maraik sarum.”
The owl quizzically tilted its head before disappearing into the skies once more. She blinked slowly once the owl was gone, her right eye shifting from a deep crimson to a beautiful, ocean blue to match the left. She tossed her head a bit, shifting her silver hair over her shoulders.
Within her eyesight was an oncoming village. A quaint little place, albeit time had taken its toll on the buildings and its residents. Her right hand clenched lightly, then loosened. Soon. Patience.
She exhaled softly and continued her pace, slowly easing into its streets. Upon her return, dozens of the villagers and their children stood around her, murmuring soft greetings, “Good ev'nin',” and “Praise the moon.” Each lowered their heads as she strode past them, not blinking, much less paying any mind to their words and gestures. Impressive, she thought to herself, the way they do not question.
Since her arrival, it had been this way. Completely, and utterly docile. Entirely submissive. The left side of her lips slowly curled into a small smirk and her eyes lifted upward to the slowly approaching sunset. Soon.
She shuffled slowly through the village, up the steps and into the temple where she took her seat upon the throne that had been created for her solely out of the patrons' wishes. Her legs crossed, long gown flowing past her feet to the floor. The monks that had been folded in half on the floor, knees and foreheads firmly pressed to the earth beneath them, slowly rose to gaze upon her. A dark chuckle escaped her lips. “I will tell you now,” she murmured softly, “that there is no escape from your fate. You cannot outrun what the gods have laid before you.”
Their eyes appeared to grow wide, but they did not shuffle. “Please,” she continued, “I would advise that you continue to rest there. Bow.”
They exchanged concerned glances very quietly between one another and resumed to pressing their foreheads in the dirt. None dared to move from this position-perhaps in hope of avoiding the impending fate that had been laid upon them.
“On second thought,” she once again mumbled softly, “walk with me. Outside.”
The monks slowly lifted their heads from the dirt and rose to their feet. As the silver-haired young woman stood, she led them outside to the streets. Once she came to a halt, they halted almost in unison behind her. She smiled then, almost softly. “Pay attention, mortals,” she yelled, loud enough for the entire village to hear, “and witness now what your gods will do for you!”
The villagers scrambled in positions in order to view her, eyes cast upward as the woman raised her hand to the skies. The moon that had risen was full and seemed to grow brighter by the second. A stream of hazy white light delicately flowed downward toward her hand. Closing her hand, her lips turned upward in a sinister grin. “I will set you free.”
Her hand clenched then and she brought her hand downward. Suddenly, the white, seemingly innocent light turned into a blazing inferno around her. She began to chuckle menacingly, eyes never leaving the people before her.
The crowd surrounding her began to panic. Horrifying screams began to echo through the surrounding trees and off of their stone and wooden homes. Feet began to scramble against dirt and concrete, seeking refuge, the crowd scurrying like rats. The inferno grew with each passing second, engulfing homes, livestock, crops-people. She could hear the monks, screaming in agony about their treacherous goddess, how their gods had betrayed them-abandoned them. The stench of scorched flesh was extending throughout the village-each and every living organism being swallowed in flames.
Her palms outstretched, the raised her hands to her sides and the grin fell from her face. Clenching her hands tightly, the flames died out. The village that once stood was leveled, only charred remains left. She sank to her knees slowly, pressing her fingers into the dirt with a clenched jaw. Within moments, another being appeared before her, but it was not a villager. Instead, it was another being in her exact image, mirrored. This other woman's left eye glowed a brilliant ruby as she gazed down with an emotionless stare. “What have you done...?” she questioned. “You know the consequences...”
The image of the woman fell into nothing but water, a quickly dissipating puddle. “Finally,” the remaining silver-haired woman murmured. “Release...”
Only moments later, a purely black bolt shot from the sky into her back. She let out a scream of torment. A voice boomed from the heavens above. “You do not wish for this life?!”
Her face distorted in pain, and through gritted teeth, she managed to whisper, “I seek only death...”
Silence. Black blood seeped through her mouth, slowly turning red. “You will not die,” the voice continued. “You will never die. Instead, you will suffer through your loneliness and pain of living if it is such a burden. You were given a gift! Everything you knew to be laid out before you will continue to be so. But you will only suffer, you will suffer the loss of many that you will come to care about. You will suffer through undeath.”
She gritted her teeth more, letting out a growl. “Why won't you let me die?!”
The voice chuckled. “Foolish girl. Do you think me an imbecile?! I knew how this would play out! And I continue to. Your story was written long ago. If you seek power, you may have it but never death. You cannot die, but you will feel pain. You have more of your story to uncover. I cannot let you die, not yet at least. Perhaps one day, I will grant you the sweetness of death, Destiny.”
The bolt left her body, leaving nothing but a gaping hole, an immense pain filling her being. Pain-she could feel pain. She grimaced as the hole within her midsection began to fill itself with tissue and blood. The mirrored version of herself appeared before her again. “Sister,” she murmured softly, “this is goodbye for now. I cannot see you again after this. Perhaps in another life if there is one. But not this one.”
Again, the puddle formed and dissipated. Destiny clutched her head between two hands and collapsed, letting out a blood curdling scream of anguish. Visions flooded her mind in bright and unintelligible flashes. Everything that was and would be-it all seemed to be scrambled up, clouding her thoughts. She rested in the ash and dirt, fingers loosening from the sides of her head and pressing into the earth, fingers digging as tears seeped from her oceanic eyes. She cast her gaze upwards, a single hand reaching up to wipe away a teardrop, then extending to the skies. The single tear floated delicately upward off her fingertip before bursting in a flurry of small, bright orbs.
The orbs sank into the earth around her, forming flora that spread outward from where she rested. “All I've ever done is what you've asked,” she whispered to herself. “You... You are a spiteful god, a displeased god.”
Destiny collapsed against the ground, back of her hand wiping away the blood that had ran from her lips. Red, it was red. She had been doomed. She was doomed to spend the rest of her eternity on this rotten planet. She screamed a curse and weakly thrust her fist against the ground. There was no returning to her home in the stars.
She picked herself off the ground and stood. Her body felt drained. She was weak. It was the first time she could ever recall feeling weak, feeling pain at all. She knew she could not die, that much had been declared to her adamantly but she felt the symptoms of mortality. Destiny's feet shuffled idly against the ground. The wind fluttered her gown, tossed her hair. Cold. A shiver ran through her body. Destiny came upon the single, nice little cottage a short distance from the village. This place was nicely tucked behind a shroud of trees. It had been her hiding hole. She shuffled inside and folded onto the bed, eyes dropping closed almost instantly. Perhaps with rest she would regain herself-perhaps she wouldn't feel these symptoms.
Destiny doubted this. The gods had made their decision. Their decision to leave her in this realm, to let her wander this planet until her time was up-but even then, it was debatable if she would be permitted to leave. One way or another. She exhaled, bending up her legs as she lie on her side. A single hand pulled the woven blanket over her body to her shoulders.
NOTE: All of the characters, plot, etc. belong to me. This is purely original.
The silver-haired goddess perched herself upon the edge of the broken stone bridge, less than forty yards above the surface of the steadily flowing river beneath her. Her gaze fell upon the occasional ripple of white water, caressing the tops of mossy stones. Her right eye-a burning crimson-investigated the waters carefully. Nothing shifted unusually-just the simple fish every now and then. She sighed softly to herself. She was quickly becoming bored-of a lot of things. Life, time, the simplicity of nature.
After centuries of existing, nothing appeared to change quickly enough to suit her tastes of adventure. Rising to her feet, she turned her head behind her at the open fields and grown-over roads. This place had long been abandoned, given back to nature to overtake. She shuffled her feet against the stone a moment and began to walk away from the edge of the destroyed bridge. Mumbling a few words in a language long lost, she extended her right arm out straight, a snowy white owl perching gently upon her forearm. Her gaze shifted to the owl, again mumbling softly in the lost language. “Akai maraik sarum.”
The owl quizzically tilted its head before disappearing into the skies once more. She blinked slowly once the owl was gone, her right eye shifting from a deep crimson to a beautiful, ocean blue to match the left. She tossed her head a bit, shifting her silver hair over her shoulders.
Within her eyesight was an oncoming village. A quaint little place, albeit time had taken its toll on the buildings and its residents. Her right hand clenched lightly, then loosened. Soon. Patience.
She exhaled softly and continued her pace, slowly easing into its streets. Upon her return, dozens of the villagers and their children stood around her, murmuring soft greetings, “Good ev'nin',” and “Praise the moon.” Each lowered their heads as she strode past them, not blinking, much less paying any mind to their words and gestures. Impressive, she thought to herself, the way they do not question.
Since her arrival, it had been this way. Completely, and utterly docile. Entirely submissive. The left side of her lips slowly curled into a small smirk and her eyes lifted upward to the slowly approaching sunset. Soon.
She shuffled slowly through the village, up the steps and into the temple where she took her seat upon the throne that had been created for her solely out of the patrons' wishes. Her legs crossed, long gown flowing past her feet to the floor. The monks that had been folded in half on the floor, knees and foreheads firmly pressed to the earth beneath them, slowly rose to gaze upon her. A dark chuckle escaped her lips. “I will tell you now,” she murmured softly, “that there is no escape from your fate. You cannot outrun what the gods have laid before you.”
Their eyes appeared to grow wide, but they did not shuffle. “Please,” she continued, “I would advise that you continue to rest there. Bow.”
They exchanged concerned glances very quietly between one another and resumed to pressing their foreheads in the dirt. None dared to move from this position-perhaps in hope of avoiding the impending fate that had been laid upon them.
“On second thought,” she once again mumbled softly, “walk with me. Outside.”
The monks slowly lifted their heads from the dirt and rose to their feet. As the silver-haired young woman stood, she led them outside to the streets. Once she came to a halt, they halted almost in unison behind her. She smiled then, almost softly. “Pay attention, mortals,” she yelled, loud enough for the entire village to hear, “and witness now what your gods will do for you!”
The villagers scrambled in positions in order to view her, eyes cast upward as the woman raised her hand to the skies. The moon that had risen was full and seemed to grow brighter by the second. A stream of hazy white light delicately flowed downward toward her hand. Closing her hand, her lips turned upward in a sinister grin. “I will set you free.”
Her hand clenched then and she brought her hand downward. Suddenly, the white, seemingly innocent light turned into a blazing inferno around her. She began to chuckle menacingly, eyes never leaving the people before her.
The crowd surrounding her began to panic. Horrifying screams began to echo through the surrounding trees and off of their stone and wooden homes. Feet began to scramble against dirt and concrete, seeking refuge, the crowd scurrying like rats. The inferno grew with each passing second, engulfing homes, livestock, crops-people. She could hear the monks, screaming in agony about their treacherous goddess, how their gods had betrayed them-abandoned them. The stench of scorched flesh was extending throughout the village-each and every living organism being swallowed in flames.
Her palms outstretched, the raised her hands to her sides and the grin fell from her face. Clenching her hands tightly, the flames died out. The village that once stood was leveled, only charred remains left. She sank to her knees slowly, pressing her fingers into the dirt with a clenched jaw. Within moments, another being appeared before her, but it was not a villager. Instead, it was another being in her exact image, mirrored. This other woman's left eye glowed a brilliant ruby as she gazed down with an emotionless stare. “What have you done...?” she questioned. “You know the consequences...”
The image of the woman fell into nothing but water, a quickly dissipating puddle. “Finally,” the remaining silver-haired woman murmured. “Release...”
Only moments later, a purely black bolt shot from the sky into her back. She let out a scream of torment. A voice boomed from the heavens above. “You do not wish for this life?!”
Her face distorted in pain, and through gritted teeth, she managed to whisper, “I seek only death...”
Silence. Black blood seeped through her mouth, slowly turning red. “You will not die,” the voice continued. “You will never die. Instead, you will suffer through your loneliness and pain of living if it is such a burden. You were given a gift! Everything you knew to be laid out before you will continue to be so. But you will only suffer, you will suffer the loss of many that you will come to care about. You will suffer through undeath.”
She gritted her teeth more, letting out a growl. “Why won't you let me die?!”
The voice chuckled. “Foolish girl. Do you think me an imbecile?! I knew how this would play out! And I continue to. Your story was written long ago. If you seek power, you may have it but never death. You cannot die, but you will feel pain. You have more of your story to uncover. I cannot let you die, not yet at least. Perhaps one day, I will grant you the sweetness of death, Destiny.”
The bolt left her body, leaving nothing but a gaping hole, an immense pain filling her being. Pain-she could feel pain. She grimaced as the hole within her midsection began to fill itself with tissue and blood. The mirrored version of herself appeared before her again. “Sister,” she murmured softly, “this is goodbye for now. I cannot see you again after this. Perhaps in another life if there is one. But not this one.”
Again, the puddle formed and dissipated. Destiny clutched her head between two hands and collapsed, letting out a blood curdling scream of anguish. Visions flooded her mind in bright and unintelligible flashes. Everything that was and would be-it all seemed to be scrambled up, clouding her thoughts. She rested in the ash and dirt, fingers loosening from the sides of her head and pressing into the earth, fingers digging as tears seeped from her oceanic eyes. She cast her gaze upwards, a single hand reaching up to wipe away a teardrop, then extending to the skies. The single tear floated delicately upward off her fingertip before bursting in a flurry of small, bright orbs.
The orbs sank into the earth around her, forming flora that spread outward from where she rested. “All I've ever done is what you've asked,” she whispered to herself. “You... You are a spiteful god, a displeased god.”
Destiny collapsed against the ground, back of her hand wiping away the blood that had ran from her lips. Red, it was red. She had been doomed. She was doomed to spend the rest of her eternity on this rotten planet. She screamed a curse and weakly thrust her fist against the ground. There was no returning to her home in the stars.
She picked herself off the ground and stood. Her body felt drained. She was weak. It was the first time she could ever recall feeling weak, feeling pain at all. She knew she could not die, that much had been declared to her adamantly but she felt the symptoms of mortality. Destiny's feet shuffled idly against the ground. The wind fluttered her gown, tossed her hair. Cold. A shiver ran through her body. Destiny came upon the single, nice little cottage a short distance from the village. This place was nicely tucked behind a shroud of trees. It had been her hiding hole. She shuffled inside and folded onto the bed, eyes dropping closed almost instantly. Perhaps with rest she would regain herself-perhaps she wouldn't feel these symptoms.
Destiny doubted this. The gods had made their decision. Their decision to leave her in this realm, to let her wander this planet until her time was up-but even then, it was debatable if she would be permitted to leave. One way or another. She exhaled, bending up her legs as she lie on her side. A single hand pulled the woven blanket over her body to her shoulders.