A Meeting with Mother Part 2

Mirage swallowed the hard lump that had grown in throat, she realized the severity of the situation, whoever controlled that key had the potential to destroy life as everyone knew it. The reprecussions of failure scared her. If she failed in her endeavors, the key could be used to strip the realm she knew of all the resources of the land leaving behind a barren wasteland, and a very small population, one that might not be so kind. She had to find this sorceror. Or die Edie sighed quietly and looked her daughter over and realized that the fear had gripped her so bad that she had nearly bitten her lip clean through. She touched her daughters mouth gently healing her and smiled. "The key can also be used to preserve life, keep it the way it was meant t' be, maybe even make things better for ye all... But.... If those scavengers and bringers of evil get it, that will not happen. Keep that in mind dear." "One more thing, before I go, your true name is to be known, ye name is Mirage Medelia Proudfoot, ye father gave it t' ye... Now... I must go m' dear heart." Mirage stammered a moment and then blurted out "I love ye mother..." And Edie disap peared. Mirage looked at Zaneritos and began to cry. Maron in his light sleep awoke quickly and starterd to scream. Mirage had to pull it together for him, she had to, she was all he had. 

A Meeting with Mother Part 1

(*OOC*) This took place before everything started happeneing , when things were oh so much simpler. 

Mirage walked along Main street, carrying Maron in her arms, he was fast asleep. She enjoyed carrying him as he slept, his peacefulness setting her at ease. His little chest rising and falling almost in perfect sync with her small footsteps. Zaneritos walked along side of her, he seemed to be very happy, seemed to be enthralled by the fact that Mirage and Maroin were apart of his life , but there was something missing, yes of course, Mirage would not say yes. This saddened him slightly but he seemed to accept it, even now walking alongside Mirage and the sleeping child, he had no other choice right now. They stopped in Festival Square and went and sat on the bench there. Mirage beagn slowly rocking Mar on. They sat in quiet conversation, talking about this and that, and suddenly Mirage grew quiet,something felt wierd just as it had in her dreams, a prescence was felt near her, one of comfort and calm, like the one a mother might emit from her to her child. Mirage looked at Zaneritos , a curious look on her face, she asked "Do ye feel that?"With a shake of his head Zaneritos smiled and looked back at Mirage just as quizzically"What are ye talking about?" Mirage shook her head in dismissal of the feeling, she could not remember ever feeling like that before, although it felt familiar and she knew there was so many things she did not know. After all since her memory loss she had started over. Then as if a light was ripping a whole through this world's dimensional fabric, A woman very much like Mirage appeared, shimmering into view, a smile on her face. Her long black hair flowed down her back in ringlets , just as Mirage's had, the green eyes sparkled with wisdom and everything glowed about her, a part of Mirage that was lost so long ago. It was Edie, Mirage's slain mother. Mirage however did not realize this, and decidedly began to question the prescence in a rude conde scending way that was her style when threatened. "Who are ye and what do ye want?" Mirage stammered with her words because she felt deep inside that she knew who this was, but whether or not this was a good or bad being was too forgotten. Edie smiled at her daughter in a loving and knowing way, and reached out a hand and touched it to Mirage's cheek, Mirage recoiled slightly but did not move much, then it hit her. A flood of memory, pictures with no words, no feeling, just a parade of her life as she had lived it, right up until the very moment of her memory loss. Mirage let out an audible gasp, while Zaneritos sensing that Mirage was going to go into shock and might drop Maron, scooped him out of her lap. "Come 'ere little fellow." He whispered and gently cradled the still sleeping boy in his arms. Mirage gripped the bench with both of her small hands, she studied the figure before her. "Mother?" she asked in total shock now. Edie smiled and nodded, still not speaking, she looked over her daughter and shook her head, a little look of disappointment on her face. "I see ye still have it inside o' ye, and that is a very dangerous thing." Edie places her palm against her daughters cheek and ran it down to her chin to turn her face up to look at her. "Ye memories won't tell ye much but I will explain, the key ye have inside o' ye...must be removed and be removed soon." "A sorceror must be found, the one that stole ye as an infant and placed the key within ye, his name is Cerembelles, if ye do not find him before those priests do, ye will die and so will many people of this realm." "Ye know full well what that power can do....the four winds at the mercy o' the caller, the resources need nothing but a word....fire t' burn, water t' drown, and so on...and ye can not allow it, ye must find the sorceror, remove the key, and de stroy it so these things will not come to pass." Edie spoke quickly. 

Late night thinking

Ryel lay alone in his bed, his arm reaching for someone who wasn't there. His subconscious tended to reach out at night and wake him up when it didn't find anyone there. There was a chance that it would stop, he hoped, in the meantime, the empty bed had awakened him again. He sat up, beginning to think of things, he set his feet on the floor. He reached for the leggings at the bottom of the bed and pulled them on, walking out the door to his bedroom and taking an immediate left. He placed his hand on the bare skin of his chest, over his heart, he gently tapped the door open. He looked into a long forgotten room, a child's room, strewn with toys, drawings, mock weapons and of course, clothing. It had been a long time since the boy had occupied the room, long since grown up and on his own. Ryel stared into the empty room, knowing that no matter how hard he stared his son wouldn't be there, but a father had to try. He finally turned from the doorway and walked to the one immediately across from his own room. He gently tapped that door open as well, revealing a no less messy, yet more recently lived in room. His eyes crossed the floor to the bed, seeing the silver hair that told him his little Cael was in his bed. He softly walked across the floor avoiding toys and other things as he went. He knelt by the boy's bed and gently touched his forehead. Ryel watched Cael sleeping, his mind thinking. "It's been a hard life for both of you, you and Cyel had a lot more in common than you ever thought. Neither of you knew your mothers, but I hope you'll have the chances Cyel didn't. The chance to be a father, and maybe a grandfather some day." Ryel paused in his thoughts, his mind shifting its thoughts. "He was a quiet boy, didn't cry too much, always wanted to be a Crimson Guardian. Cyel was a good man, I'm very proud of how he turned out. I just wish he had been able to know a longer life." He shifted slightly on his knees, his body showing a few bruises and scrapes. His mind began again, "Tonight, I'm feeling my age. There's forces at work you don't know about, but you are safe, none of it can touch you, I won't let it. You and your love of magic and weapons, you would have thought it spectacular and on some level I suppose it was." Ryel again touched his son's forehead. "Your father, the one who doesn't get mad, who doesn't raise his sword.. fighting against a demon at Market Square. I wouldn't have believed it either my boy. I had not raised my sword to fight another being since I had to raise it against.. but that is a long forgotten story, filled with pain and anguish." Ryel pulled the blankets up around his eight year old son and tucked them in around him. He looked on silently for a moment, his eyes drifting to something hidden between the bed and the wall. The small glint of bronze catching his eye, he leaned over the bed and pulled it from its spot. The stuffed toy stared back at him with the same wonderment it had when he had first bought it. He remembered the night he had knocked so late at the door to the Church of Celestia and been let in to place it next to his sleeping Cyel in his crib. He set the stuffed Bronze Dragon next to his son's pillow. "It's yours now, Cael. Enjoy it." Ryel turned and walked out as quietly as he had walked in, leaving the door slightly ajar. He made his way back to his own bed and lay on top of the covers, still thinking.

A Bloody Tale with a Grusome End

Maya Entered the square under the cover of her illusions her cloak scraping along the cobblestone ground of the Market place, though two knew she was there. Lateralus looked up slightly from under the hood of his cloak and uttered the words "She's here" While not far away leaning against the fountain a Lupine also sensed her Vampyric essence. Leaving the Market place Maya walked a bit.... Wandering the town, occupied by her thoughts, When she came to face Lateralus. Shimmering into View she looked at Lateralus and then to the Lupine that had also appeared from nowhere. Lateralus stepped towards Maya, his eyes narrow, as a Beam of light shoots out towards Maya, Grabbing her head she dropped to her knees in agony, the light rocking her body to the core, sending waves of pain into her being. Maya knelt down on her knees, the Beam still having her dissorientated, staggering to get her wits about her she attempts to stand, and call upon her defences, but Lateralus kept coming, glaring at her, trying to cause maya to drop her defences. Maya for an instant gets her bearings, her Head snaps back, and her instincts take over, Black skeletal wings ripped from her back, and she jumps into the Air, Lateralus is quick on his reactions, though and soon had her by the throat. Maya looks down at Lateralus from where he holds her, The usual Milky white orbs becoming an inner inferno of flames as her rage takes her and the beast within graps its hold on her, Claws extend from her feet and fingers, and her body transformed Into its demonic form, Screaming Maya lunged, and wrapped her clawed arms and legs about Lateralus, and begun to attack, refusing to let go, The rage consumed her. Lateralus parried with a series off attacks, his spear going in to her back, sending her realling as another blast of light Sent her sprawling back, Maya Managed to remove the spear from her back, before coliding with a building, and nearly impali ng herself. Just at that time she Charged Lateralus, and out of the corner of his eye, saw her coming, giving him the time he needed to jump as Maya went flying underneeth him to again, take a jab of the spear. Maya screamed the agony to much to bear, the constant balls of pure energy and light, the series of attacks but she didn't back down, and never gave up, Maya summoned a globe of darkness favoured by her race, and retreated to collect her bearings, Then she heard the words as she stepped from the globe of darkness "He dosn't love you he hates you, thats what he tells you to get you to follow to become his slave!" Maya shook her head, and fell to her knees in surprise, Then it came, the blanket of darkness, and she fell. The last words on her lips "My Lord!". Lateralus then sacrificed her body to the gods and walked away, knowing his job was done. 

Answering a call

After replacing his journal, Samoth sighs. "Not now.." he thought, but the incessant call is something you can't just shrug off. He eyes another book waringly, yet he has to heed it. Picking it up, he sets it in wrong of him and opens it to the first blank page and begins to write responses to messages that he see's appear of their own accord. "So far, you've failed me." began it all, the handwriting a sweeping cursive style...something akin to a wedding invitation. "This isn't going to be as easy as you think," was his reply. His blocky print a symbol of him placing more an emphasis on training and warfare rather than fancy writing. "As I think? You mean as you thought. You thought this was going to be easy, I told you otherwise." "Well, it's going better than we..I could have imagined, givin the new circumstances." "We know, a damn Chosen. It would have been easier for us to just have given up, but you surprised us. Always were you one who could change a hopeless situation into a better one." "Yeah, well intrigue and deceit was always something I excelled at. Lies within lies, weaving little webs. Things are well on their way, If you wanna reach...you certainly know how to." "Yeah, well...we're always with you, always watching. Nothing slips by...you know that. Do not fail." He growls away some frustration at that last comment. Looking at the page, he sighs, for like always only his responses are evident know. Storming out of his room, he pauses long enough to re-arm the various traps and wards on his door. Yes, one never could be too safe.

Speaking with an old friend

Alone in his room Samoth sits in front of a very old book, the pages yellow and weathered, pen in hand. He flips to a page marked by a bended corner, he writes for the first time in many, many years. Things are going good, better than I expected. I don't have the key...nor did I think it would be that easy. I mean, who would give up an item that powerful. Yet...Mirage...did exactly that, why? Must be all that passion them sunites are known for. All that must cloud better judgement. All in all though, I think it's turned out better because of that. Mirage I don't think would've let me in on this little charade from the get go. Seline on the other hand, a chosen at that, has. Played into my hands, with a little coaching. To her now, I'm the lesser of 2 evils...on one hand, I wish the destruction of the key...on the other, of course people are gonna want her dead. Men who already are established, that thing can ruin it for them...and then there's the one who want power at whatever the cost. Items of that nature tend to draw many out of the woodwork you would never had heard of before. Now, I'm closer than nearly everyone...and a chosen has put me into that very position. I hope to be writing more to you, you've helped me over the years to solve complex issues and problems, just by letting my hand and mind flow. But, much work still to be done. Time to turn lies to truth, and truth to lies as they say...till next time. With that, he scans the page and nods. Uttering a simple arcane syllable, he waves his hand over the fresh ink and watches it slowly vanish to nothing. Folding the next page's corner, he places the small journal into another book with the pages cut it, it fitting nicely. Placing it back on the bookcase in his room, he heaves a sigh. One can never be too careful in this world. 

Done

I write this today to say I have decided not to join the order of the Knights of the Rose. I feel that my personal emotions are far too great to do this group anything but harm. I wish you luck in your endeavors, Knights. If you ever need a smiling face to see, you can be sure to find me easily.