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Thief's Majesty.
This was not how this was planned to be. This was never supposed to happen. Things come crashing down before her eyes, making her life miserable. Her life gone, her family gone, all because of a bet. Now what can she do? With no money, no job, no life, and no friends, how was she going to sustain the pyramid her family history has built and placed upon her shoulders? She can't. With no foundation, everything crumbles, just like her life. One big chess board where the king is in check. How could she have let this happen, let that bounty hunter come and take her family away? All hostages now. This was not how life was supposed to unfold for any teenage girl. Now the fate of her family rests in her hands, no one is capable for that type of responsibility. Over the past few months she has been getting used to the guilt of her new lifestyle. How after every heist, it will come around and help her family in the end. She sighed as she began to do what she always did in crowds.Steal.
The monthly art festival always held promise. So many people, many crowds. It would have really sucked if she was claustrophobic. She sighed and passed many people, awing at different pieces of artworks. Poor saps, they didn't even realize that she was pick-pocketing all of them, as their attention was elsewhere. Normally she would hit the middle class people and work her way up to the rich, very ordinary, since no one ever considered a innocent looking girl to be a thief. She was a master at what she did, even though it might not have been a promising talent that would get you into the afterlife. Maybe they would give her a break, considering her family's lives were at stake. As she began to pick up the speed, more and more people began getting confused as to why their money had suddenly disappeared. Don't run Minerva, you'll be the first they suspect if you run. She felt beads of sweat run down her head. It was a nerve racking job, but hey, someone was always willing to do it. She quickened her speed and went over to the rick snobs section. Where they all pretended to be engrossed in art, when really just trying to impress their friends. Pathetic. At least she was proud of what she did, most of the time.
She pocketed them like crazy, going from men's pockets, to women's purses. People were so careless these days. By the end of the nights work she found she stole around thirteen grand. She grabbed two grand and stuffed it on her bra. Hey, a girl has to eat. She waited on the curb for a few minutes when a black limousine stretched before her. She jumped in and waited anxiously for her enemy to make the first move. A man in a tux was sitting on the opposite side of her. Ugh, please. That was just a cheap tux bought at a second hand store. The limousine was rented do to the small dents and scratches all around it. And this man was just as cheap. With his nicotine stained teeth and weasel like expression, there was no way he could ever pass off as one of the rich she had seen tonight; yes she was an observant girl. "Ah, good evening Minerva, I trust you had a successful night. And just out of curiosity, how much did you make?" She stared at this unbelievable man. Oh how she loathed him. If given a knife she would slit his throat right here and now if he hadn't been the only person to know where her family was at this very moment. "Eleven grand. The best I could do tonight. But it adds up to the bigger amounts I've gotten in the past. Like you said, this was my last go. I'm done. Now give me the location of my family." She spat. She had no respect for this man. Her eyes were cold and non readable. She hated this man.
"Ah, yes yes, my statement. You've been a very good girl to me you know that. It would be such a shame to let one of my best clients go..." He reached over and grabbed her face as if symbolizing his emphasis on how much he liked to keep toying with her. She gritted her teeth and let him play out his game. She didn't care who won or lost, as long as she was done playing and had her family back again. "You see, there has been a change in plans...." He saw her open her mouth in protest, but quickly silenced her. "Now, now, this will be your last heist. This is for the big money. Quite frankly, I just want to see how far you can go." He let go of her and gave of a yellowy smile, how this man could live with himself she would never know, and never want to know. He was a monster. "Your last destination will be in Shiloe [fictional place], their is a king there. And I want you to rob him. Now, I know this seems a bit up a challenge, even for you. But I am confident you will not disappoint. You do want to see your family again, right?" She didn't know what to think, steal? From a king!! That was taking things too far. But at the mention of her family, her eyes saddened a bit. He took advantage of her emotional state and continued. "That's my girl, always willing to put family first. Now, I have a car to transport you to Shiloe, you will arrive by next evening. Get a good nights sleep, you look tired. And I'm sure you won't disappoint me. It's all for your family ya know." The car stopped and Minerva got out, and was eventually in another car.
She could barely think as the car drove on. She didn't say a word, and even though she was tired, she was in for a sleepless night. She stayed wide awake throughout the whole trip. Not even stopping to eat or go to the bathroom. She wasn't hungary, and she didn't need to go. The driver had given her blueprints to the place. All the time she was formulating plans. The only thing that kept running through her mind was one more job, this is for my family, you're almost done with this game just go effin' through with it! By next nightfall she was ready. The driver stopped a block away from the place. She stepped out and walked over to the front lawn. As the driver told her, there was no alarm systems, they just relied on security that retired after three a.m. Once she first looked at the mansion it took her breath away. It looked somewhat victorian and was the biggest building she had ever seen. Gold was painted along the pillars and old wooden walls. The flags of Shiloe were flapping in the breeze above it all. It was, needless to say, a very rich place. Getting in was no problem, since it had old padlocks, she tricked the lock and got in easily. She began running through the halls, trying to figure out what to steal first. She never got the chance. Behind her a wooden door creaked. Someone was up. She quickly retreated within the shadows. Her heart pounding, her nerves racking. She was scared. What if this was the king ready to slay her? She quietly calmed herself down and waited for this person to make the next move.
[Please be the prince]
The Beast Within
The day started out like any normal day, odd stares, perplexed faces, scorn expressions. She smiled at them and waved teasingly. Oh, how the sunny day reflected poorly down on her, with her long bell-bottom jeans, frilly green shirt connected to an open skirt, and hippy like shoes. Also among the other things she was wearing, was her plush scarf, a skull on a cross necklace, and a few bells connected to her pant leg, along with the many bangles and rings she wore. She flashed a crooked smile at everyone around her, while letting her freakishly long braided rat tail type of hair swing back and forth, while the slightly medium hair covering her face, hid her light purple eyes as she walked toward the immense educational building. Her hearing picked up normal sidebar laughter as she walked by, that's okay. The next day all of those people would get some scaring on their bedroom walls, maybe that'll teach them to back off. She smirked at the suggestion, very tempting. She hopped two at a time up the steps and opened the door. She sighed as she walked to her locker, this place was bittersweet. The only sweet part was able to draw anything she wanted at anytime of the day while able to tune everyone out, the bitter part was everything else in the school. She slugged her shoulder bag onto her right side and began walking as she heard the bell for homeroom go off as she stepped into class, more than half the class was there as she took her seat in middle of the class, the one closest to the window. She took out her sketch pad and began to draw another piece of art. She just started the furry face of it when an irritating voice split through her concentration. "I'd advise you to actually pay attention in this class Janathan. There must be something that is actually worth my teaching to give to you." Ah, yes, Ms. Zetler. Always a pain in the a**, but hey, when you have family, everyone is a pain in the a**. "Excuse me for correcting you Auntie, but I think you mean, 'I'd advise you to actually pay attention in this class, Jay.'" She smiled genuinely as her Aunt Leslie became overly flustered and began class without another word towards Jay. Besides this was English class, what the hell was she going to learn here? She wasn't going to become a writer, far from it. Who cares if she says the occasional 'ain't', or 'shizzin't' or 'dude'. Who the hell is gonna care? The rest of the day moved on like that, completely annoying, insensitive teachers who think they know everything. Except for her art teacher, he was cool and understood people like her, more or less, and by the end of that period, she had finished her drawing of a white tiger, she was pleased with herself. Tonight would be fun. But now, when the final bell rings is the sound of freedom ringing in her ears. She knew her Aunt wouldn't be giving her a ride home today, her Auntie hated her, figuring she was such a disappointment, blah, blah, blah. How she could make a difference and do better with her life, blah, blah, blah. How she was the soul reason why her parents were dead, blah, blah, blah. None of which was true, by the way, her Aunt Leslie was just mad that she had to be Jay's guardian, whatever, her problem. So, she walked home, it was a nice day, and fresh air was the best. Even if she did live six miles away.
By the time she got home it was dark, she opened the door slightly and crawled in, if her Aunt knew she had been out for this long, she might get pissed, or just blow it off. It was always a fifty fifty chance, looked like she got the, don't-talk-to-me-because-I'm-still-ticked-off-at-you-from-this-morning silent treatment. She dropped her bag onto the ground and went off into her room. She laid on her bed, her eyes closed, she felt midnight nearing, her senses became stronger with each passing minute. She flexed her forearms and calves, she was becoming stronger. Finally, she felt it, the stroke of midnight, the long awaiting escape from all reality, the beast has come at last. Her windows were swaying slightly as the beast ran out into the night. The quick thump thump of it's pads ran in a rhythm that sounded like a slight lullaby to those who were sleeping. The creature escaped into the woods running faster and faster until it was deep within the foliage. The huge mass of fur gracefully slowed down it's speed and gently walked through its surroundings, barely making a sound as it began to stalk it's prey. The creatures light purple eyes were revealed within the heart of the forest. The beast outstretched it's legs and arms, revealing it to be a white tiger. It was Jay that was the beast, no doubt about that, but as her mind was intertwined with the beast's mind, she had become one with it. She was searching, stalking, strategizing her next move.
Something moved, it was so quick and sudden, a normal person would have never registered it, but she was no normal person. She used her back legs and pushed off in pursuit of her prey. It was a doe, and it would soon be hers. She picked up the pace, the doe may had stamina, but she had speed. She didn't know why she didn't sense the other creature, maybe it was her mind so focused on her prey that was all she was paying attention to. Within seconds, a black mass hurled out of nowhere and attacked her prey. Out of surprise she stopped, utterly shocked that something else attacked the doe. She watched it being savagely torn apart with the creature's jaws. Then defense mode started to bring her back to reality. She tensed up in a crouch, and growled menacingly. The creatures bright eyes looked at her, and it seemed to give a big toothy smile at her. She growled even more. Even if it was still dark, Jay had trouble seeing her enemy. He reared up and dropped it's paws down in front of the dead doe, as if challenging her. She finally caught a whiff of its scent and she got even more angry. Usually her animal senses would let her be able to identify what type of creature it was. But this beast was unidentifiable, it gave off a sweet scent that reminded her of a fragrance that she smelled a long time ago. She reared up on her hind legs and attacked the other beast. The fight didn't last long. Somehow it ended, without her even knowing about it.
She suddenly woke up in her bed, still fully clothed, and finding herself drenched in sweat. But she knew better than to believe it had all been a dream. She looked at her clock. It read ten past eight. Homeroom has already started. She knew her Aunt wouldn't have woken her up, that was common sense, but she had expected her alarm clock to be working. She jumped out of bed to see ripped up sheets all around her, she cursed under her breath, not again. She hid them underneath her bed and got dressed for the day. Once she grabbed her bag she went into the garage. One thing came out of her parent's death, and that was owning a blue 1998 toyota camry. She rarely ever used it though, to her it was like a cell phone, to only be used in emergencies. She hopped in and drove to her school. If she had to chose, she would rather walk, talking in the scenery, able to take your time and what not. Not with driving, everyone is always in road rage, you have to get where you're going as fast as you can without breaking the law. She sighed as she pulled up to the school parking lot, knowing she would get a detention today anyway. She walked up to the building and was eventually opening the door to English class, she felt a smile forming from her Aunt's face she got her revenge. "Glad to see that you could join us Janathan. I hope this morning didn't cause any difficulties." Even though she didn't see her Aunt Leslie, because she was facing the board, she knew she had a mock expression on her face. Jay slouched in her seat. Hearing the giggles, and seeing the pity of some other student's faces was enough to really humiliate her, this was her Aunt for Christ's sake. What her aunt did to her was just cold. "It's Jay, I thought I explained that to you yesterday." She said, her voice icy and unforgiving.
She took a deep breath to calm her down, her animal instincts wanted to take over, she was not going to let them, she was not an animal morning person. As she inhaled the air the regular scents of everyone in the classroom filled her head. The perfume, body-wash sprays, cologne, and deodorant filled her nose and made her head spin. What people tried to cover up their rank, geez, take a shower already. She could even smell and feel her Aunt. Her body was stiff as she stood erect, apparently not liking how her niece was treating her. Her body and clothes were soaked in a cherry blossom body spray. But then, Jay noticed something different. A smell of a different person in the room. The hair's on her back stood, she tensed up. The scent was familiar. Even in her human state, she could recognize that particular fragrance anywhere, since she had smelled it last night. Her jaw locked automatically, as if signaling she should be ready to crouch and be ready for an attack, but she dismissed it. As if on cue her Aunt Leslie started talking again. "As some of you might noticed already, we have a new student in the class, now all of you be polite and help him if he has any questions. We would want a certain politeness to be tolerated in this school." Her voice was tight, no doubt that last part was meant for Jay. But Jay only noticed slightly, her heartbeat quickened in rage and confusion, she thought she was the only one of her kind, could it be that there was another? And if it was another of her kind, he should back off, this was her turf. She had known about her ability for as long as she could remember, living and growing up with it alone. Learning what she could do and use it to her advantage. She had no one to help her, and she wanted it to be that way. Her shoulders and neck tensed even more as she turned to meet this 'new kid'. She had already sensed that he was in the back of the class. Her light purple eyes met his, then she noticed his smile, the same toothy grin she saw last night, on the same creature that killed her prey. She turned around to face the front, trying to take all of this in, but one thing was certain they both are definitely classmates by day, and enemies by night.
[It would be nice of you to be the person my character is describing, minimum is two well developed paragraphs]
Writing Calamity
Taking a deep sigh, she took her first steps to the entrance of the Gotham Gazette. A minor newspaper yes, but they were a bit popular, for they were well known for the Citizens Union foundation. And after hearing that they wanted to try some new exotic writing, how could anyone refuse? Times were tough nowadays, especially for those in New York. With the dow dropping, foreclosure, and jobs becoming scarce, it was hard to get anything your way. And for this particular young woman, things were about to change, for the better, or for the worse. Having spent weeks trying to get an appointment with the manager of Gotham Gazette, writing more short stories in the span of hours, and making it all the way downtown on a two hour subway ride, she couldn't help but be a bit nervous with this interview. The fact was, her personal life wasn't going well either, with getting kicked out of her suburban home by her psychotic mother, and just barely finding a cheap apartment to live in; which was in the city, and hours away from everything that was familiar to her, at the beginning of summer, with no job; she needed some help. As she looked upon the daunting doors in front of her, she took a deep breath, and pushed the barrier away. Once inside, all hell broke loose. Various editors and photographers were bustling about, trying to get to each other's cubicle. Secretaries were talking a mile a minute over the phones, writing done various notes, and saying the ever familiar, 'Please hold.' Copying and vending machines whined as impatient workers waited to get what they needed. Cautiously approaching a secretary, before the young writer could get a word out, the secretary just looked up at her through her thick glasses and pointed to a nearby elevator. "Third floor, John will be waiting for you to tell you what to do next." And with that, she shouted in her phone to the person on the other line as the elevator doors closed. When they opened once more, a cheery, blonde haired man greeted her. Holding a suitcase in one hand, and a stack of papers in the other. He seemed to be about four years older than her, and possibly an intern. "Hello, my name is John Revson, I'm Mr. Sloan's assistant. Walk with me." All the time John kept talking about how important it was to not anger Mr. Sloan, how to talk to him, how a busy and important man he is. And so on. Of course she barely paid any attention to him. She had her own persuasion methods, she was no suck up. Once arriving to Mr. Sloan's office, John left her side to go stand beside the sitting manager. With a slight cough Mr. Sloan leaned forward and eyed the person in front of him. She could tell by the look on his face that he did not seem impressed with her. "So, ah, look Rachel-" "It's Raven, like the bird." She said quickly, hoping that he won't get her name wrong again. "Well, look, I interview hundreds of applicants a week. And we have a limited amount of jobs here. And I see that you have not been experienced long in this field, so if you don't mind, I'd like to cut this appointment short and-" putting up a hand in front of herself, Raven made him stop talking. Getting out some papers, she handed them to Mr. Sloan. "I'm not asking you to give me a job here. What I'm asking is for you to buy my stories so you could put them in your newspaper." Mr. Sloan grabbed the papers and quickly gave them to John. Quickly he began to read them. "I don't mean to discourage you, but really, how old are you? Fifteen, sixteen-?" "Seventeen." She replied a bit impatiently. "Well, times are difficult now, and without that much experience, I'm just wondering, why do you think I would want to buy the stories you make?" After a long pause, Raven stood up straight and made her speech that she practiced this morning. "I write allegories Mr. Sloan. They're like fables, but with non real life things standing for events of what is happening now or what has happened. And I write my stories on current events. I found this more of a easier read for your customers to understand, since most of America is lacking in knowing what goes on in the world today, I think your readers would be more intrigued at a different viewpoint of the news." There was a long silence, until John broke out in excitement. "Mr. Sloan, you should read what she has written. It's amazing, how she describes global warming by using mer people and the mistakes they've made by ruining Atlantis. Or how she describes how AIDS in Africa got started was by these merciless goblins with no moral. Or how she describes the Korean missile crisis by-" "Okay, okay, I've heard enough. Look, what I'm saying is, is that we don't have the time to use your silly stories in the Gotham Gazette. So if you do not mind, I bid you good day." Raven stood there. But instead of being discouraged, a small smile broke across her lips. "Alright then Mr. Sloan, if that's your final offer." She took her stories away from John. "I've already scheduled appointments to see the managers of The New York Times, and of the New York Post. They've been wanting ideas for weeks now. And I just suppose I'll have to sell my stories to them." She was about to walk out when she heard him call out. "Wait." Her smirk returned. Everyone knew the Gotham Gazette and the New York Times and Post were rivals. And how that the Gotham Gazette rarely gets any recognition, there was no way that even the slightest chance of getting those stories to the New York Times and Post would help the Gotham Gazette at all. "Yes Mr. Sloan?" She called back teasingly. "Just let me read those stories you've got." She handed them back to Mr. Sloan. For a few minutes she waited patiently for him to finish. Her smile grew when she saw his eyes widened in amazement. She won't deny that she is a good writer, she had a right to get a good source of money from it. When Mr. Sloan looked up, he rubbed his hand through whatever hair he had left. "Okay kid, you are right, these stories are good. You know what, I'll start you on another story. I want you to make a story on the stock market. From the time it first started, as in before the election, to now. Hand it in to me by tomorrow afternoon, and I'll buy the rest of your stories." Raven's mouth dropped. "But that's impossible, I can't make a story like that in one day." She said desperately. "Take it or leave it kid. This is how Gotham Gazette works. John will show you out." And with that she was walking with John down the hallway. "Great job, barely anyone gets on Mr. Sloan's good side." She sighed as they headed towards an elevator. "Yeah, by getting on his good side, I'll just have to do the most impos-". She got cut off as they both passed a person in a cubicle. The man inside was hunched over, typing furiously on his computer. He had various trinkets all over his desk. His hair was greasy, and he seemed to be about fifty years old. He looked up at both of them and gave a crooked smile. His eyes glinted as Raven walked by. "Who was that?" Asked Raven when she and John were in the elevator. "Oh, don't worry about him. He's Brian Clark. Our worldly correspondent. He goes everywhere to get our news. And he also gets these souvenirs from everywhere he goes. But personally, I think he's off his rocker." Nodding she stepped out of the elevator and quickly ran to get a quick lunch so she could begin her work. It was very infuriating as she began running ideas through her head in the taxi cab she was taking to her apartment building. Muttering this and that as the cab driver insisted on going very, very slow. It was very stressful when she was given a deadline. She hated deadlines, especially when they were given most surprisingly. Rubbing her head she remembered those dreaded testing years in high school. 'You'll have forty minutes to complete the english exam.' It was awful, she always got stressed out and rarely had anytime to do anything. Once getting to her apartment building, she was stopped by the doorman. "Your Raven Conner, right?" Confused she nodded silently. "A man told me to give this to you." He handed her a brown package with a note taped to the top of it. Curiously, she began reading it as she got into her room.
Good Afternoon.
On all of my travels, I have gone far and wide to seek the best information I could find. It has been hard, but in the end information is always the key to life. On one of my particular travels, I went to eastern Europe. There, I met an old english writer retiring in Italy. He told me of the many books he's written by using special writing tools that were passed down from generation to generation. He asked me to have them, to respect his wishes, he told me to give them to an excited writer, who I'd know would always be one with writing. These are yours to keep. Treat them well on your next adventure.
With all due respect.
B.C.
"Brian Clark." She muttered to herself. Cautiously, she opened the package to reveal old parchment, a cherished blank ink bottle, and a nineteenth century feather pen. Gently she put the items down on her table, a bit freaked out that this old man decided to give her gifts when people said that he was crazy. But after looking at the items for over an hour, and knowing that she had to start working soon, she picked up the feather pen and began to write. In the far away place of Koy Rwen [anagram for New York] all of the major produce of foods and such to survive was given deadly poison fertilizer by the evil sprites, who were persuasive and demanding, [The mortgage brokers]. All the while, the current royal family, [Presidential family] was to be discharged in a ceremony after serving Emracia, [America] as best as they could, which was not good enough. While the citizens of Emracia decided to pick the next royal family. And during this time, major productions were beginning to fail from the evil sprites' doing. The big three in the boat companies started to fail for all of the dwarves, elves, and goblins, [Ford, Chrysler, and GM]. And of course, Emracia's citizens were blaming each other for the problems that were upon them, though, a lot of them lacked in the education that the current royal family had failed to establish. So most of the citizens were in an uproar over the Shub family, [Bush family] that was still in charge of Emercia, and demanded that they be released so the citizens could have a better government. And on and on Raven went. Creating the place that Emercia was, had water ways instead of roads, so it had boat transportation, much similar to Venice. How it had cascading trees, which cowered over the many skyscrapers, depending on where the citizens of Emercia lived, [As in living in the country or city]. And how beautiful everything looked, despite the cries and moans of everyone in Emercia who was suffering from the sprites. On she went about the discharge of the old royal family. And the exciting win of the Aboma family, [Obama family]. And the reassuring steps that everyone had to take to get through this crisis. When the royal family suggested in finding and antidote to the deadly poison, [Stimulus package]. And how everyone can just try to get along. And there is one person in the midst of it all. A man trying to get a better education [trying to get into college] through these tough times. Raven tells his story throughout the fictional narrative, about how this man [Average American] gets through it all. Of course, when Raven writes this, it's definitely not based off the boring America everyone lives in. But how everyday, her main character seems to dodge trouble, and get around difficult situations. Everyday survived in Koy Rwan was a day cherished. For hours she stayed up to write this adventurous tale. Drinking as much coffee to finish this story. As every minute passed, the scratch of feather on parchment continued for most of the night. Until finally she fell asleep on her story, letting the written contents of it seep further into the parchment, until finally, every word she wrote disappeared. Every hard working hour she used, was gone. Every hand cramping moment she went through to try and finish this story, meant nothing. Her narrative had completely vanished. Her alarm woke her up the next day. Groggily she got up and looked down at her presumed work. She stood in surprise, nothing was there, just untouched parchment. "No, no, no, no, no. Where the hell is it? Is this a joke?" Then she remembered what John said about Brian being off his rocker. This was a joke. This had to be some type of invisible ink she used, yes, it had to be it. Angrily she got dressed and stormed downstairs. She would just have to talk to this 'B.C.' about her work, or should I say B.S. Starting in a sprint, she ran out of the front doors, only to have someone grab her jacket from behind. And a good thing too, for she was about to sprint right into a river, right outside her building! She looked up and gasped. There were lean skyscrapers everywhere, and a newly built boat just drifted by her. She heard shouts and screams from across the river. This can't be true, this cannot be real. Raven thought. Terrified, she walked back to the side of the building, on the edge of a sidewalk that people were passing normally on. This wasn't New York, this was Koy Rwen. She turned around to see who had grabbed her, and found that it was a man. He looked very similar too. Her eyes widened as she fell back on the sidewalk. Staring up at her main character she made in her story. The story she wrote, but disappeared. She had created a world of her own creation. Her own creation to her own destruction.
[Private message me to continue, must be her main character. Minimum is three paragraphs, be creative!]
A Gift and a Curse
[Six Months Ago]
Swirling mist rose from the stalagmites as Tiresias entered the properly built temple that was the Oracle of Delphi. Walking past well kept treasures that laid everywhere, colorful beads and weaves hanging from wooden posts, and passing thousands upon thousands of different perfumes that couldn't help but intoxicate anyone visiting; Tiresias found it all quite annoying, he, of all people, had to travel by nose and ears. These fumes were throwing him off course. When wandering for some time, Tiresias knew he found the Lady Oracle when her heard the casual rustling of drape cloth and smelled laurels surrounding the possessed woman. "Approach seeker, what do you find?" Her voice slithered in and out of his ears, coiling around his brain to ensnare his mind and be forced to answer the question. "My Lady Oracle, what is my destiny with the gifted nymph, Isadora?" A sigh escaped the room and was filled by even more prophetic words that Tiresias was not able to comprehend in the first place, thus his reason as to asking the Oracle.
"Sail east and find the Mistress of Magic,
Ask what you know to only reap what you'll sow,
Lose your way and end someplace tragic,
And let your gifted be the one to see and bestow."
"Yes, My Lady."
[~]
Up, forward, down, backward, up, forward, down backward. Again and again the same rhythm of rowing, the steady panting for air under a boiling sun. The trickle of sweat adding another layer upon layer of tears and salt sea air. The constant agony that made her arms seem like they didn't hold any bones. The pain that comes and goes and stops while fatigue settles; then tightness in the joints and the strain in her muscles forcing her to stop for a few moments and start back up again. Days, weeks, months, constant vigilance of the air, sea and underworld, Tiresias always seemed to know when something would strike, but it wasn't really surprising coming from a blind, transexual prophet. "Rest Isadora, we are close. I'm sure you can see the high mountaintops from here. The island of Aeaea is near, we'll be there by mid-afternoon." This came as a jolt to Isadora, her black eyes narrowed as she took his advice and brought her pair of ores back into the boat. She looked up to see him still rowing mechanically, as if he was an android built from Hephaestus, he didn't look tired, but driven. Her mind wandered back to her original insight, Aeaea, the island inhabited by Helios' cattle? "But Tiresias, doesn't Lady Circe live there? Doesn't she turn trespassers into swine?" Not that Isadora was scared, if she got turned into a pig, that would be her own fault for not fighting or talking her way out of such situation. Tiresias smiled gently, if he could open his eyes, Isadora could only think that they would give off a warm glow. "Only when she's bored, but it is mostly towards men. You and I are both safe, but, just in case, Hermes gave us a gift; it's in my bag." Snatching his leather bag, Dora felt the crumbling leaves of the herb Moly. Her eyes widened, a gift from the gods, and given to Tiresias, who has angered the gods before. "How important is this visit?" Tiresias stopped rowing and faced her head on. Even though he had no gaze, the intensity of his expression pierced her nonetheless. "Of grave importance." The time left rowing was spent silently.
[~]
Walking up a worn dirt trail with Tiresias was just as uncomfortable as they were rowing before. The dust settled to reveal a wide ranch of red cattle grazing over a fresh, green landscape. The trees held dazzling fruit of spring, a river trickled not to far away while swarms of swallows twittered all around them. It was very hard to believe that this island belonged to a wicked witch. After an hour of hiking, they both came to a rocky side of a imposing mountain, Dora could just see the mouth of a cave. She could already feel her arms convulsing in protest, climbing up a mountain was no real challenge for her, but after rowing for months... "Now, Isadora, listen to me carefully, when we get up there let me do the talking. I've encountered Circe before and she loves to play mind games, mind you, my last visit went unpleasantly. Second, don't eat anything she gives you, you will most likely stay with her if you do. And lastly, we need to get in and out as soon as possible. The nature of time doesn't apply to Circe and her cave. Odysseus spent, what he thought was, one day with her, and it turned out to be one year. Even a few hours could throw us completely off course and our quest, do you understand?" Isadora nodded confusingly. "May I ask one thing Tiresias," she didn't wait for him to answer, "What are you asking her?" Tiresias paused and looked away from Isadora. These years spent with her have taught him patience and a bond with a nymph he's thought he'd never have. To know that everything would end badly seemed to give him a push from his conscience, she had a right to know. "Your destiny of course. Now, if we don't make it up there by twilight, we won't be able to ask Circe anything until the morning after. Now come on, it's a long way up." Guilt swarmed in him even more, of course that wasn't true, but he couldn't help to picture her expression of what she would soon have to go through. No one can change this quest now.
[~]
Circe was a very impatient woman, how can one play with their food when it is not even here? Oh sure, what was the fun in going to different islands to... distract filthy men from their duties as a hero, simply pathetic. Oh how they leave their wives to sleep with various woman. Circe rolled her eyes and started to pet a wolf that was at her left side, she remembered him to be with a whole shipwrecked bunch, their mistake was eating Helios' cattle, naughty of them. "You, go greet out guests," she hissed, standing up to adjust herself. Tiresias helped Isadora up and followed a grey back wolf to Circe. "Ah, welcome to my domain. Tiresias, it has certainly been a while, sit down, have a drink or two, who's your friend?" Her eyes seemed to flash with interest as she raked over Isadora. Dora fought the urge to unstrap her celestial bronze sword, Adelphos, and hack away. "Things would go a lot quicker, Circe, if you skipped the whole act, I have a certain question that needs to be answered now." Circe rolled her eyes once more and sneered, "You transexuals are never any fun, you always know what you want." She seductively laid across her couch and gave a certain pout. "Evidently you have graced me with your presence, go on, ask away." She waved her hand dismissively and studied the perfection her nails were in. "Who is Isadora's father?" This caught both women off guard. Circe seemed bored with the question, while Isadora had the opposite reaction. "Tiresias, we came all the way to ask her this? I'm a nymph! Their is no doubt that my father is a satyr!" At this Circe gave a high pitch laugh of delight. "Oh, you silly girl, you find yourself to be a nymph. You have made my day!" Stifling her chuckle, she wiped a fake tear away and looked at Tiresias. "To answer your question Tiresias, her father is Hercules, he is no satyr, he only eloped with a nymph, that is why you look like one." Tiresias and Isadora stood in silence as Circe muttered something about hating nymphs in general. "This was what I feared. Come, Isadora, we must go." Circe turned in surprise and whistled, three wolves blocked their path from the mouth of the cave. "Not so fast, our visit isn't over yet, I have also listened to the Oracle, Tiresias, you need my information to tell you what to do next." She cleared her throat and continued, "I shall give you the same advice I told Odysseus, to take the route to Ithaca, you must go through a channel that lays two unbearable monsters. One is the Scylla, oh, how ironic..." She turned to Isadora and smiled devilishly. "I made that one you know, a stupid little nymph angered me, anywho... The Scylla, the dreaded six headed monster that will eat six people at once. And the other being Charybdis the never ending whorl pool that most believe leads to tragedy. That is my advice, you can go now." Isadora couldn't take it anymore, she turned and screamed at Circe. "Advice! That is your advice to us, go get yourself in a situation between a rock and a hard place!? The Scylla that will eat you or Charybdis which will cause you to drown! How does that help?" Circe flitted towards Isadora and smiled again. "Oh, your so feisty, you'd be wonderful in bed." At this Isadora withdrew Adelphos, Circe laughed again. "Relax, Sparky, I guess you've inherited your father's brains as well. Just think, the Scylla can't get you, you will not have six people in the boat, only two, which means you have one other option, the Charybdis. Now think, who do you know has ever survived or taken it? No one, and everyone believes that it causes certain doom, when in fact it does not." Isadora spun around to face Tiresias. "Is this true?" He sighed and looked up. "It is what some believe, I had my theories, but coming from Circe it must be true. We must leave now, it's getting late, how late it is I don't know, but we must go." Grabbing Isadora's hand he pulled her out of there with an enthusiastic wave from Circe, they were gone.
[~]
Rowing through the narrow channel was not fun at all. Another two weeks trip to impending doom can numb anyone up on the inside, especially when entering it. Snap when the six heads as they the tiny rowboat steered clear of them. Current picked up and both Tiresias and Isadora abandoned their ores, it was no use, everything was going downhill, or underwater, from here. Isadora kept looking back at Tiresias, having mixed feelings on his choices that he decided to make. Fury, pity, and confusion swam in her eyes as the rowboat continued to spin faster and faster. Tiresias felt her gaze. "I should have told you more about this quest Isadora, it was my fault that I kept you in the dark. I always thought your father was Hercules, but I needed to know for sure, but this is what has to be done." His words ended sadly as they both had to cling on to the boat in order to prevent themselves from falling over. "Tiresias, you've taught me everything, I can't help but repay you eternally, it is the Greek way. I understand your judgement, and I fully comprehend your actions and I tell you now that you have been my best mentor. I will be forever in your debt." Tiresias looked straight at her, both reaching a understanding that no one else could comprehend, "And let your gifted be the one to see and bestow," he whispered. The rowboat crashed against the opposite waves of Charybdis and Tiresias and Isadora flew in different directions, letting the deadly eye take them both.
[~]
"Tiresias?"
[~]
Holy Crap, longest starter EVER!
If you haven't guessed by now, this is a Greek Mythology based role play.
You don't have to know as much as I have put in, but wikipedia helps, and if you send me a reply saying Athena is the goddess of fire and forge, I will laugh and delete.
LITERACY!!!!!! POR FAVOR!
Pm me to continue, you can't be Tiresias, or Zeus, or Hercules, but you can be anyone else.
[Six Months Ago]
Swirling mist rose from the stalagmites as Tiresias entered the properly built temple that was the Oracle of Delphi. Walking past well kept treasures that laid everywhere, colorful beads and weaves hanging from wooden posts, and passing thousands upon thousands of different perfumes that couldn't help but intoxicate anyone visiting; Tiresias found it all quite annoying, he, of all people, had to travel by nose and ears. These fumes were throwing him off course. When wandering for some time, Tiresias knew he found the Lady Oracle when her heard the casual rustling of drape cloth and smelled laurels surrounding the possessed woman. "Approach seeker, what do you find?" Her voice slithered in and out of his ears, coiling around his brain to ensnare his mind and be forced to answer the question. "My Lady Oracle, what is my destiny with the gifted nymph, Isadora?" A sigh escaped the room and was filled by even more prophetic words that Tiresias was not able to comprehend in the first place, thus his reason as to asking the Oracle.
"Sail east and find the Mistress of Magic,
Ask what you know to only reap what you'll sow,
Lose your way and end someplace tragic,
And let your gifted be the one to see and bestow."
"Yes, My Lady."
[~]
Up, forward, down, backward, up, forward, down backward. Again and again the same rhythm of rowing, the steady panting for air under a boiling sun. The trickle of sweat adding another layer upon layer of tears and salt sea air. The constant agony that made her arms seem like they didn't hold any bones. The pain that comes and goes and stops while fatigue settles; then tightness in the joints and the strain in her muscles forcing her to stop for a few moments and start back up again. Days, weeks, months, constant vigilance of the air, sea and underworld, Tiresias always seemed to know when something would strike, but it wasn't really surprising coming from a blind, transexual prophet. "Rest Isadora, we are close. I'm sure you can see the high mountaintops from here. The island of Aeaea is near, we'll be there by mid-afternoon." This came as a jolt to Isadora, her black eyes narrowed as she took his advice and brought her pair of ores back into the boat. She looked up to see him still rowing mechanically, as if he was an android built from Hephaestus, he didn't look tired, but driven. Her mind wandered back to her original insight, Aeaea, the island inhabited by Helios' cattle? "But Tiresias, doesn't Lady Circe live there? Doesn't she turn trespassers into swine?" Not that Isadora was scared, if she got turned into a pig, that would be her own fault for not fighting or talking her way out of such situation. Tiresias smiled gently, if he could open his eyes, Isadora could only think that they would give off a warm glow. "Only when she's bored, but it is mostly towards men. You and I are both safe, but, just in case, Hermes gave us a gift; it's in my bag." Snatching his leather bag, Dora felt the crumbling leaves of the herb Moly. Her eyes widened, a gift from the gods, and given to Tiresias, who has angered the gods before. "How important is this visit?" Tiresias stopped rowing and faced her head on. Even though he had no gaze, the intensity of his expression pierced her nonetheless. "Of grave importance." The time left rowing was spent silently.
[~]
Walking up a worn dirt trail with Tiresias was just as uncomfortable as they were rowing before. The dust settled to reveal a wide ranch of red cattle grazing over a fresh, green landscape. The trees held dazzling fruit of spring, a river trickled not to far away while swarms of swallows twittered all around them. It was very hard to believe that this island belonged to a wicked witch. After an hour of hiking, they both came to a rocky side of a imposing mountain, Dora could just see the mouth of a cave. She could already feel her arms convulsing in protest, climbing up a mountain was no real challenge for her, but after rowing for months... "Now, Isadora, listen to me carefully, when we get up there let me do the talking. I've encountered Circe before and she loves to play mind games, mind you, my last visit went unpleasantly. Second, don't eat anything she gives you, you will most likely stay with her if you do. And lastly, we need to get in and out as soon as possible. The nature of time doesn't apply to Circe and her cave. Odysseus spent, what he thought was, one day with her, and it turned out to be one year. Even a few hours could throw us completely off course and our quest, do you understand?" Isadora nodded confusingly. "May I ask one thing Tiresias," she didn't wait for him to answer, "What are you asking her?" Tiresias paused and looked away from Isadora. These years spent with her have taught him patience and a bond with a nymph he's thought he'd never have. To know that everything would end badly seemed to give him a push from his conscience, she had a right to know. "Your destiny of course. Now, if we don't make it up there by twilight, we won't be able to ask Circe anything until the morning after. Now come on, it's a long way up." Guilt swarmed in him even more, of course that wasn't true, but he couldn't help to picture her expression of what she would soon have to go through. No one can change this quest now.
[~]
Circe was a very impatient woman, how can one play with their food when it is not even here? Oh sure, what was the fun in going to different islands to... distract filthy men from their duties as a hero, simply pathetic. Oh how they leave their wives to sleep with various woman. Circe rolled her eyes and started to pet a wolf that was at her left side, she remembered him to be with a whole shipwrecked bunch, their mistake was eating Helios' cattle, naughty of them. "You, go greet out guests," she hissed, standing up to adjust herself. Tiresias helped Isadora up and followed a grey back wolf to Circe. "Ah, welcome to my domain. Tiresias, it has certainly been a while, sit down, have a drink or two, who's your friend?" Her eyes seemed to flash with interest as she raked over Isadora. Dora fought the urge to unstrap her celestial bronze sword, Adelphos, and hack away. "Things would go a lot quicker, Circe, if you skipped the whole act, I have a certain question that needs to be answered now." Circe rolled her eyes once more and sneered, "You transexuals are never any fun, you always know what you want." She seductively laid across her couch and gave a certain pout. "Evidently you have graced me with your presence, go on, ask away." She waved her hand dismissively and studied the perfection her nails were in. "Who is Isadora's father?" This caught both women off guard. Circe seemed bored with the question, while Isadora had the opposite reaction. "Tiresias, we came all the way to ask her this? I'm a nymph! Their is no doubt that my father is a satyr!" At this Circe gave a high pitch laugh of delight. "Oh, you silly girl, you find yourself to be a nymph. You have made my day!" Stifling her chuckle, she wiped a fake tear away and looked at Tiresias. "To answer your question Tiresias, her father is Hercules, he is no satyr, he only eloped with a nymph, that is why you look like one." Tiresias and Isadora stood in silence as Circe muttered something about hating nymphs in general. "This was what I feared. Come, Isadora, we must go." Circe turned in surprise and whistled, three wolves blocked their path from the mouth of the cave. "Not so fast, our visit isn't over yet, I have also listened to the Oracle, Tiresias, you need my information to tell you what to do next." She cleared her throat and continued, "I shall give you the same advice I told Odysseus, to take the route to Ithaca, you must go through a channel that lays two unbearable monsters. One is the Scylla, oh, how ironic..." She turned to Isadora and smiled devilishly. "I made that one you know, a stupid little nymph angered me, anywho... The Scylla, the dreaded six headed monster that will eat six people at once. And the other being Charybdis the never ending whorl pool that most believe leads to tragedy. That is my advice, you can go now." Isadora couldn't take it anymore, she turned and screamed at Circe. "Advice! That is your advice to us, go get yourself in a situation between a rock and a hard place!? The Scylla that will eat you or Charybdis which will cause you to drown! How does that help?" Circe flitted towards Isadora and smiled again. "Oh, your so feisty, you'd be wonderful in bed." At this Isadora withdrew Adelphos, Circe laughed again. "Relax, Sparky, I guess you've inherited your father's brains as well. Just think, the Scylla can't get you, you will not have six people in the boat, only two, which means you have one other option, the Charybdis. Now think, who do you know has ever survived or taken it? No one, and everyone believes that it causes certain doom, when in fact it does not." Isadora spun around to face Tiresias. "Is this true?" He sighed and looked up. "It is what some believe, I had my theories, but coming from Circe it must be true. We must leave now, it's getting late, how late it is I don't know, but we must go." Grabbing Isadora's hand he pulled her out of there with an enthusiastic wave from Circe, they were gone.
[~]
Rowing through the narrow channel was not fun at all. Another two weeks trip to impending doom can numb anyone up on the inside, especially when entering it. Snap when the six heads as they the tiny rowboat steered clear of them. Current picked up and both Tiresias and Isadora abandoned their ores, it was no use, everything was going downhill, or underwater, from here. Isadora kept looking back at Tiresias, having mixed feelings on his choices that he decided to make. Fury, pity, and confusion swam in her eyes as the rowboat continued to spin faster and faster. Tiresias felt her gaze. "I should have told you more about this quest Isadora, it was my fault that I kept you in the dark. I always thought your father was Hercules, but I needed to know for sure, but this is what has to be done." His words ended sadly as they both had to cling on to the boat in order to prevent themselves from falling over. "Tiresias, you've taught me everything, I can't help but repay you eternally, it is the Greek way. I understand your judgement, and I fully comprehend your actions and I tell you now that you have been my best mentor. I will be forever in your debt." Tiresias looked straight at her, both reaching a understanding that no one else could comprehend, "And let your gifted be the one to see and bestow," he whispered. The rowboat crashed against the opposite waves of Charybdis and Tiresias and Isadora flew in different directions, letting the deadly eye take them both.
[~]
"Tiresias?"
[~]
Holy Crap, longest starter EVER!
If you haven't guessed by now, this is a Greek Mythology based role play.
You don't have to know as much as I have put in, but wikipedia helps, and if you send me a reply saying Athena is the goddess of fire and forge, I will laugh and delete.
LITERACY!!!!!! POR FAVOR!
Pm me to continue, you can't be Tiresias, or Zeus, or Hercules, but you can be anyone else.
