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| Topic Started: Jun 2 2013, 11:47 AM (229 Views) | |
| Strega | Jun 2 2013, 11:47 AM Post #1 |
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| Strega | Jun 2 2013, 11:50 AM Post #2 |
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Once more the morning air greeted the newly knighted Paladin known as Strega. He stretched and sighed and allowed the brisk morning air to fill his lungs and chase away a bit if the worry his slumber had brought him. Images of dark figures danced along the back if his eye lids every time he closed his eyes. He coul still hear the hysterical and maniacal laughter ringing in his ears. It plagued him even know after waking from the terrors of the night. He was thankful though for the warmth of his soft bed. He felt its embrace around him like a patch of grass covered in morning dew. Wait...that didn't seem right at all. His eyes snapped open and he shot straight up an immediately noticed he was not where he remembered falling asleep. Instead he found himself in some glade in the middle of nowhere. He hurriedly scanned his surroundings for danger but the only life he could feel was that of the wild life that called this place their home. He placed a hand on his head and tried to gain a semblance of why had happened and just how far he was from civilization. He remembered training in the courtyard with Tommeh like usual. It was nothing spectacular just enough to keep them both on their toes. He had talked with some of the other Paladins and as usual amazed them with his bottomless out of a stomach, nearly eating enough to feed the lot of them. Luckily for him they were aware of saiyan metabolism. This is where it got fuzzy, he remembered as much as making his way to his chambers and laying down to sleep but that was it. When he closed his eyes all he could see were fiery flashes and shadowy figures. He remembered having a nightmare but the details were sketchy at best and he had a fear in the bottom of his heart that worried him to no end. He had an idea of something evil tearing him apart from the inside out and unleashing a hellish reality on everyone and everything he knew. It all felt so real that he couldn't help but feel it was more a glimpse of something to come than just another nightmare. He had gone some time free of this plague but now they were back with a vengeance so strong that it had transported him in the midst of the night to some unknown place on a planet he had not become intimately familiar with just yet. The worst part was that his fear was only worsened by the fact that the demon he normally felt within his soul was not only calm but almost serene. He could feel the ebb of its emotions brushing against his consciousness like a kitten purring. He tried to communicate with it but all he would get was a small pure and a whisper of 'yes'. Strega diverted his attention to the more pressing matter after repeatedly being ignored by his guest ego. He needed to find out where he was, why he was here, and most importantly what else he had possibly done in his apparent hypnotic state. He took stock of where he was. All around him was heavy vegetation, giving him the idea that he had wandered deep into a thick forest. He laid in a patch of high grass and judging by the pattern crushed around him his slumber had been fitful. The trees were thick around the base, well beyond that of a mans waist and they grew to tremendous heights an their leaves created a roof so thick that light only came through in a thin rays of golden light. He looked down to see what kind of state he was in physically. He was none the worse for wear for the most part. His body was intact at least but his clothes were a different story. He was devoid of his armor, not something completely horrible although definitely a negative if he were to get into combat at some point. All he wore was a pair of loose black pants and a sleeveless shirt that both seemed to have lost in a battle with something sharp. The pants were not as bad as the shirt though which was less a piece of clothing and more a collection of tattered rags. He slowly and carefully sat fully upright before standing up for the first time that morning. His body ached all over and his head spun as if he had consumed too much alcohol. He cringed in pain as a shot ran through his head. He slammed his eyes shut and placed one hand on his forehead. As soon as his eyes closed he saw the figures again and a high pitched cackling accompanied the pain. He needed to do something about this problem or else he feared he would never e able to maintain his sanity. Another shot of pain sent him to his knees and forced him to grab his head in both hands. A cry of pain escaped his lips and fear froze him when he ward the deep demonic voice from the depths of his subconscious. "Oh poor Strega. Does it hurt? Can you feel the burning of your worldy prison? It's only a matter of time before the confines of your flesh crumble around you. You're only mortal and no mortal can harbor such a beast without being destroyed. It's a miracle you've survived this long really. It won't be long and then you will bow to our will." ----------- WC: 935 TWC: 935/3700 |
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| Strega | Jun 2 2013, 11:52 AM Post #3 |
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Strega could feel himself beginning to succumb to the will of the darkness that was spreading like a red hot needle through his brain down into his neck and threatened to seep into every fiber of his being. He could feel it bending his will and taking control of his mind. It was a dark shadow hovering over him, one that no matter how much he tried to evade it there was no escape. He was powerless to stop it now, he had failed to realize just what he was up against and in an instant his body was no longer responding to his commands. He tried to scream but there was no sound, just the feeling of dread seeping through him. He thought for sure that this was the end and that he was doomed to become a slave to the creature which he had been harboring inside of him for so long. He could see the images of its plans play out like a movie projected into his consciousness. The mangled and bloody bodies of his crew as they failed to stand against the powerful monster littered the ground. The blood of innocents ran like rivers of blood everywhere he stood. Its power was unreal. It was merely in a larva form and still it mad Tamesis pale in comparison. There was nothing that could stand in its way and it would surely lead its horde of evil through the galaxy like a plague, withering everything in its path. Suddenly a bright light shone from off in the distance, something that drew both his and the demons attention. It was a light so bright that it blinded them and he could feel the heat of its impact, yet it did no harm to him. Once the light hit he could hear a voice like that of some godly creature. “Adon karask. Llie beth cael neh ant sinome. Na din ent entul nae llie esta.” The demon roared in protest but the pure light grew stronger and Strega could feel himself regaining control of his subconscious. The darkness subsided and although it fought hard it was once more sealed back into its worldly prison of flesh that was the saiyan’s body. Hope restored within him and his heart was filled with a joy the likes he was uncertain he had ever felt before, but it seemed to come from more than just the fact that he was once more himself. There was something about the warmth of the light, something familiar. It felt as if he were ensconced in a warm blanket being rocked back and forth in the calm of the night. It radiated throughout him and filled him with such a feeling of glee that he thought for a moment that maybe the light had an intoxicating affect and that he was under its influence. He quickly dismissed the idea though because something in it told him it was safe and not something to fear. It welcomed him with open arms and he could hear his name echoing from the depths of stark whiteness. He knew that whatever it was he would be safe and so he allowed it to transport him to wherever it was that voice was coming from. He was engulfed in a flush of heat that made him relax even further if that was possible. The light finally started to dissipate and soon Strega found himself standing in a place that he had not previously been. He was standing in a place that was completely devoid of any detail. It was a stark white world with no foliage, no furniture. It reminded him much of the astral plane before he created the backdrops for his training matches with the warriors he met throughout the galaxy. He tried to focus on the distance yet there was nothing there to focus on, just more light. Slowly the world started to shift around him and transform into yet another completely different environment. The walls shrunk in on him and the ground started to spike and drop in strange manners. Slowly the spikes turned to furniture and the drops turned to floor. He slowly started to notice that the room he was in resembled a nursery, but not a saiyan nursery. They seemed like things he had seen on earth when parents gave birth to their child. There was something strangely familiar about it all. He had seen it before by it was not in some book he had read at Kami's or during any other venture. He had been here before but not anytime in his recent history. He couldn't place a finger on it but he knew everything in the room had played a part in his life. For the first time in what seemed like his entire life he felt truly at home. He jumped suddenly when he noticed a woman standing in the door frame with a warm smile upon her face. She was truly a thing if beauty, her almond shaped delicate face was framed perfectly by lock of black hair that fell straight and stopped at her shoulders. Her lips were much like his own only slightly more red. Her bright and happy eyes watched him with interest. He had been startled at first but there was nothing about her that made him feel trepidation. She embodied calm and kindness. He turned to face the woman and when he met her eyes a single tear rolled down her cheek. She spoke softly in a voice like honey. "Hello Strega. I've been waiting for you." "You...know my name?" He asked. "I know much more than your name. I know everything about you, my son." Strega froze in place and felt a fluttering all over his body. At first it seemed impossible but when their eyes met he knew she told the truth. Drops of water hit the ground in sudden frequency and it took him a minute to realize that the liquid streamed from his eyes an rolled off his cheeks like a faucet. A complex hurricane of emotion fought within him and he was unsure just what it was he felt at the moment. His whole life he had been told his mother was dead and his father was a coward. He had no family and he was merely a mother orphaned saiyan that would measure up to nothing. He had proven them wrong about many things but he never in a million years expected anything such as this. His mother stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him. He welcomed the embrace and the joy filled him up to a point where he didn't think he could contain it. His body was shaking with the sheer disbelief of it all. He thought for sure that he must be dreaming, there was absolutely no way that this could be reality. Still, the woman who held him so lovingly right felt real enough and perhaps that was enough for him right now. The fear was gone and there was no worry. Real or not he would allow himself to succumb to the joy wholly. "I have waited so long for this day to come. You have been through so much and yet you stay strong. I am so proud of you." She whispered in his ear. She finally released her grip on him and once more they were face to face. For a long moment the halfbreed said nothing an merely stared. But eventually he felt the questions starting to rise to go tongue. "How is this possible? Am I dreaming? I thought you were dead. What happened? What is all this?" He blurted out. "Calm yourself Strega. I'll answer any questions you have but let's go have a seat and relax for a moment." Strega nodded in agreement and allowed himself to be led from the nursery and through the house that had formed around them. Everything felt so familiar to him yet he couldn't recall ever bring there. The house was a mixture of beauty and comfort. The bright light played through blinds and illuminated comfy looking couches and chairs. They walked through a loving room and into a large kitchen with a central island and a small round table in the corner. It all seemed so normal it was almost out of place after everything that had happened. He was eventually led out onto a back patio that overlooked one of the most beautiful landscapes he had ever witnessed. There was a vast flower garden with pathways to walk amongst it. The pats converged into a central square where a marble fountain sat in the middle. The smooth rock had a spire which formed into a beautiful winged woman who poured water from her hands onto a relieved looking man. Beyond the garden massive trees sprouted and reached into the heavens. The trunks must have been at least a hundred feet around. "I thought you might enjoy this." His mother spoke. He realized his mouth was open as he gawked at the pristine beauty around them. He picked up his jaw and had a seat on one of the chairs nearby. His mother disappeared for a minute and returned with two cups of stealing tea. When he took a sip he felt it soothe him even further as he contemplated the situation. "So..." Was all he got out at first. "So?" "What is this place?" "This is my home." She said as they looked out once more. "It's neither physical nor astral. It's sort of a nether realm. Something neither here nor there but at the same time both." "Ok. That seems rather confusing but I understand I think. How did I get here exactly?" "I called you here. I could sense that the demon was awakening before it was time and if I hadn't I fear you may have been in serious trouble." "Before it was time? Are you saying its going to happen again?" "I'm afraid so. It's inevitable that eventually you will have to face the demon in you're own. But don't be afraid. When the time comes you will be ready I'm sure." "What makes you so sure?" "Because you are my son. And you were destined for greatness." "What exactly is this demon? Why can't I feel him now?" "His name is Bade. He is or was once the general of the forces of darkness. He threatened to destroy everything and the only way to stop him was to deal him within a container I pure light, within am something innocent. You can't feel him now because I forced him back into his slumber for the time being. It will not hold him forever though." "Will you be able to teach me how to do that?" "It will come in time. But not right now. For now all I can do is give you te answers to your questions." The way that she told him it would come in time worried him slightly. She was referencing the future as if she was already aware of what would happen. And te thought of the monster within him breaking free at some point again made him feel as if he were some sort of ticking time bomb. He wa a danger to everyone around him yet again. "That doesn't make me feel so good." "Don't worry. Just take a sip of tea and relax. It will all be okay." He did as he was told and she was right. His worry started to abate and he was able to concentrate again on questions he had for his mother. "What happened with you and my father? Why was I left alone on Valhalla to be abused and mistreated under the saiyan's rule?" His mother looked down for a moment and then let out a sigh. "Having to leave you was the hardest part of all of it, but it was necessary. I hate the fact that you had to endure what you did but you are your father's son and it only served to strengthen you. I fear that your life was necessary to e one of pain and torment only to help and build you for what you had to face and will have to face in the future. Perhaps I should start at the beginning." His mother set down her glass and turned toward him. "Your father was a great saiyan warrior. Perhaps not the most powerful but he had heart like no other, something that you inherited from him. He was unlike many saiyan stereotypes and like you he abhorred violence for no reason. When he came to Earth he learned about humans and studied our ways. Eventually he met me and we fell in love shortly after. I was a priestess and after we met there was a prophecy of a great evil that was threatening to return ad purge the galaxy. Something in the prophecy must have triggered when we were united and soon after we learned of the army of darkness gathering to aid this harbinger of death. We fought many battles together and try as we might we were unable to stop the rising of this demon. It took years but eventually we were able to find out a way to stop his full ascension. By this time I had become pregnant with you although I was unaware. We attempted to deal the demon within me but there was something more pure...you. The demon clung to you thinking it would be able to make you a vessel of its resurrection but there was no evil within you, you were an innocent child and as such Bade created a prison greater than any we could have hoped for. We thought we had won but it seemed he still had some strength and when you were born he was able to force complications which would have killed me had I not created this realm we are in now. I was able to watch you grow but unable to intervene. Your father knew that you would never be safe unless he was able to draw off the demons that would seek to release Bade once more. That's why he had to leave you on your own. To protect you we had to abandon you." ---------- WC: 2391 TWC: 3,326/3,700 |
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| Strega | Jun 2 2013, 01:49 PM Post #4 |
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His entire life Strega had even searching for the answers that he was finally getting and now that he was finally getting somewhere he felt that he might be able to make peace with it. But there were still so many unanswered questions. "You said my father had to leave. Where is he now?" He pressed. "I'm not entirely certain Strega. My strength is not what it once was and even now it is difficult for me to peer into the outside world. What little I am able to do has been spent watching you along your journey. You have proven yourself time and time again. I am proud of you. You are more than the man I had hoped you might become." Strega smiled back at his mother and nodded gently. "I understand. But why have you waited until now to speak with me?" His mother stood and walked to the edge of the porch. "This realm is what I created but it's also a safe haven to hide me from the monsters I have fought over the years. There are only a few places in the worldly dimension that allow access into it. I knew you were in danger and I risked opening the portal so that I might prevent you from losing yourself." "Well, now that you have contacted me then you can leave this age haven. I can protect you, I'm strong enough." The woman turned again to look at him with a sense of despair. "I'm afraid not. Like I said I had to come here to save my life, if I leave her I will die." "I see." Strega said sullenly. "But I can give you something. I've trapped the demon to but you some more time. You need to balance your spirit. There is far more to you than just the demon. There is a reason you are the one who is capable of destroying this thing once and for all. You need to dig deep and realize your true self. To see that there is a light inside that even the darkest had ow can't extinguish. You can find it. I know you can. But for now our time is growing short. I need to rest and if you don't go now the portal will shut and you'll be trapped. We will see each other again. I love you my son." Strega could feel the world around him starting to fade and the ties of the real world tugging on him. "Wait, I never learned your name." "My name, is Lily." Strega smiled once more and then she was gone. --------- WC: 428 TWC: 3,754/3,700 QUEST COMPLETE! |
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