Calling the raven [Narrative]
Characters: Boriane Daermon
Content: A drug-induced vision
Location: Boriane's room at the house near corner 53rd/10th street.
Time of day: Night (backdated to some days after the disappearance of Rangiku)
Warnings: Drug abuse
Note: All spoken words are in Garethi (Boriane's native language similar to German).
Boriane sat on her bed, a cup of tea at the nightstand. Herb tea with pollen of black lotus. It grew in a bowl full of water on her table. She looked at the lotus bloom -the petals gleamed like black velvet in the pale moonlight- and its beauty deceived about its poisonousness. The pollen was the strongest hallucinogenic she knew and at the moment her last resort. Her prayers and her meditation failed the last days -she didn't know why- and she hoped to get an answer once she was in state of trance. From the experience with the other herbs she knew the usual amount wouldn't cause a trance, but taking the black lotus without knowing the right dose was a genuine risk. She picked the cup. This is twice of the usual dose I've ever taken. Either I'll wake up again or even not. Since the most of my friends had disappeared lately, probably no one will miss me anyway. Even in the face of a possible death she couldn't suppress her sarcasm. She drank the tea, lay down and closed her eyes.
The high priestess opened her eyes. The moonlight didn't really light up the room and it took some time until she realized she wasn't staring at the ceiling of her room in Manhattan. The room looks familiar. Where in Boron's name am I? The wooden floor, the stone walls, the table. Wait... my cloak and my sword. I'm back home. On the table a white cloak with a embroidered silver raven and her Nachtbringer. It was he room at the Boron temple in Altnorden. Not really believing she touched the blade with her fingertips and felt the coldness of the steel. It is real. How came I back? The look out of the window on her left interrupted her thought; she saw the full Mada's Mark short over the horizon. Ooh, it's time for the night prayer. After donning the cloak and grabbing the sword she left the room towards the sanctuary.
Standing in front of the closed doors she wondered about the silence. Certainly the Boron temple was a place of silence, but at this time of the night she should hear the whispered prayers of the deonts. She opened the doors and found the room empty except of a tall person in front of the altar with its back towards her. The white cloak over the black robe showed a golden raven - it was the abbot. The person began to speak.
"Boron's greetings, Boriane Daermon, high priestess of Boron, Messenger of Golgari, Bearer of the Medowian Bear Medal and the Brooch of Fasar." The appearance, the voice - there was only one person who knew all her titles and medals she earned in her prior life.
"Boron's greetings, too, Cordovan von Donnertal, Praetor of Boron, Guardian of the Raven, abbot of the Boron temple and the Order of Saint Golgari." He turned around. It was Cordovan and it wasn't him. His eyeballs were pitch-black, a sign that he was fulfilled with Boron's spirit. The abbot approached her with a gentle smile.
"It's nice to see you again, Boriane, although the reason why you are here isn't a good one." Cordovan lay his hands on her shoulder and his voice became serious. "You think you're going to loose your faith in Boron." He uttered what Boriane refused to admit. "You're wrong. Boron will never leave you, regardless what you have done, what you do and what you going to do." She nodded unable to speak. "Close your eyes." She did as commanded; feeling Cordovan's Karma flowing through her body she saw Manhattan in her mind's eye. "This is your new home. You'll find new friends and you'll loose friends. I don't know why you are there and I don't know if you'll ever come back. But I know we are all part of Boron's great plan and maybe he'll reveal it one day." The abbot took his hands off, the picture vanished and she reopened her eyes.
"Thank you, my mentor. Your words always comforts me." She took a deep bow.
"Never forget: You are a child of Boron." he hugged her. "Boron's blessing with you. Now it's time to go back. Sleep, my best scholar." Cordovan whispered a prayer and while drawing a broken wheel on her forehead Boriane passed out.
The high priestess woke up in her room in Manhattan again. It was light outside, but how much time went by she couldn't say. Maybe it was hours, maybe it was days - it didn't matter. Boriane was encouraged by the vision, but also a little sad that she couldn't take her cloak and her Nachtbringer along. Sitting cross-legged on her bed she started to meditate and she knew now it wouldn't fail anymore.
Content: A drug-induced vision
Location: Boriane's room at the house near corner 53rd/10th street.
Time of day: Night (backdated to some days after the disappearance of Rangiku)
Warnings: Drug abuse
Note: All spoken words are in Garethi (Boriane's native language similar to German).
Boriane sat on her bed, a cup of tea at the nightstand. Herb tea with pollen of black lotus. It grew in a bowl full of water on her table. She looked at the lotus bloom -the petals gleamed like black velvet in the pale moonlight- and its beauty deceived about its poisonousness. The pollen was the strongest hallucinogenic she knew and at the moment her last resort. Her prayers and her meditation failed the last days -she didn't know why- and she hoped to get an answer once she was in state of trance. From the experience with the other herbs she knew the usual amount wouldn't cause a trance, but taking the black lotus without knowing the right dose was a genuine risk. She picked the cup. This is twice of the usual dose I've ever taken. Either I'll wake up again or even not. Since the most of my friends had disappeared lately, probably no one will miss me anyway. Even in the face of a possible death she couldn't suppress her sarcasm. She drank the tea, lay down and closed her eyes.
The high priestess opened her eyes. The moonlight didn't really light up the room and it took some time until she realized she wasn't staring at the ceiling of her room in Manhattan. The room looks familiar. Where in Boron's name am I? The wooden floor, the stone walls, the table. Wait... my cloak and my sword. I'm back home. On the table a white cloak with a embroidered silver raven and her Nachtbringer. It was he room at the Boron temple in Altnorden. Not really believing she touched the blade with her fingertips and felt the coldness of the steel. It is real. How came I back? The look out of the window on her left interrupted her thought; she saw the full Mada's Mark short over the horizon. Ooh, it's time for the night prayer. After donning the cloak and grabbing the sword she left the room towards the sanctuary.
Standing in front of the closed doors she wondered about the silence. Certainly the Boron temple was a place of silence, but at this time of the night she should hear the whispered prayers of the deonts. She opened the doors and found the room empty except of a tall person in front of the altar with its back towards her. The white cloak over the black robe showed a golden raven - it was the abbot. The person began to speak.
"Boron's greetings, Boriane Daermon, high priestess of Boron, Messenger of Golgari, Bearer of the Medowian Bear Medal and the Brooch of Fasar." The appearance, the voice - there was only one person who knew all her titles and medals she earned in her prior life.
"Boron's greetings, too, Cordovan von Donnertal, Praetor of Boron, Guardian of the Raven, abbot of the Boron temple and the Order of Saint Golgari." He turned around. It was Cordovan and it wasn't him. His eyeballs were pitch-black, a sign that he was fulfilled with Boron's spirit. The abbot approached her with a gentle smile.
"It's nice to see you again, Boriane, although the reason why you are here isn't a good one." Cordovan lay his hands on her shoulder and his voice became serious. "You think you're going to loose your faith in Boron." He uttered what Boriane refused to admit. "You're wrong. Boron will never leave you, regardless what you have done, what you do and what you going to do." She nodded unable to speak. "Close your eyes." She did as commanded; feeling Cordovan's Karma flowing through her body she saw Manhattan in her mind's eye. "This is your new home. You'll find new friends and you'll loose friends. I don't know why you are there and I don't know if you'll ever come back. But I know we are all part of Boron's great plan and maybe he'll reveal it one day." The abbot took his hands off, the picture vanished and she reopened her eyes.
"Thank you, my mentor. Your words always comforts me." She took a deep bow.
"Never forget: You are a child of Boron." he hugged her. "Boron's blessing with you. Now it's time to go back. Sleep, my best scholar." Cordovan whispered a prayer and while drawing a broken wheel on her forehead Boriane passed out.
The high priestess woke up in her room in Manhattan again. It was light outside, but how much time went by she couldn't say. Maybe it was hours, maybe it was days - it didn't matter. Boriane was encouraged by the vision, but also a little sad that she couldn't take her cloak and her Nachtbringer along. Sitting cross-legged on her bed she started to meditate and she knew now it wouldn't fail anymore.