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I wrote this last year on 6/11 like almost a year yooooooooo
Im not gonna bother editing it pls dont hate me
The scenery was surprisingly dim, and Kaydeen couldn't help but be a bit amused by the area she had found herself in. Instinctively she had drawn her chakrams, a bit amused that her mind had constructed something so....dramatic.
The air had a surprisingly clean quality to it and from the corners of the ancient room came the sounds of growls and barks. Kaydeen giggled, cheerily motioning toward herself. "Come on, then. I don't have all day, you know."
Killing the monsters was easy enough; Kaydeen moved swiftly without bothering to call much on a spirit's aid, confident enough in her own physical stability.
However, the thrill from having so many monsters come at her was not present. Kaydeen furrowed her brow in confusion, wondering why she was finding all of this so....so incredibly easy. Was this all the master had planned?
"Good job, Kaydeen." A voice murmured as Kaydeen struck down the last beast with a swift kick. "Powerful as ever."
With a triumphant smile Kaydeen went onwards, a bit relieved that she had not been required to protect anything. That certainly would've been troublesome. The smile was quickly wiped off her face as she entered the last room, pausing as she met the eyes of the prophet.
"This is all your fault." The prophet crowed, eyes filling with tears as she pointed an accusing finger in Kaydeen's direction. Kaydeen blinked for a moment, eyes filling up with confusion. "I would've had a regular life if it wasn't for you!"
A wave of anger flushed over Kaydeen, but she controlled it with a tight smile. "I don't know what you're talking about--" She was interrupted as the prophet yelled again.
"Why did I have to be the prophet??"
"Hey now." Kaydeen paused after a moment to control herself, masking her rising irritation with a well placed giggle. This girl was really beginning to piss her off. "I don't even know you, and I'm not even the prophet! How is it my fault that you're so pathetic you can't even take care of yourself?"
The room went silent and the 'prophet' blinked at Kaydeen, watching the almond-colored Kali shove a hand to her mouth. Kaydeen's eyes widened and she blinked, attempting to resist the barrage of words that came out of her mouth.
"Why-can't-you-take-care-of-yourself? Why-do-I-have-to-be-held-down-by-a-girl-I-don't-know?" Controlled by some other worldly force Kaydeen pressed her hands to her mouth, only to have them yanked away. "I-hate-you!"
The prophet gave a little smile, stepping off the pedestal she was perched on to flutter a hand against Kaydeen's cheek. "Why, I hate you too!" With a very Kaydeen-sounding giggle the prophet turned into Kaydeen herself, giving the sweet little smile that Kaydeen often gave to others.
Kaydeen's eyes widened in unmasked shock, frozen stiff as the prophet leaned in closer with a sweet smile. "Don't you understand?" The prophet whispered, eyes disgustingly endearing as she pressed her fingers gently into Kaydeen's cheek. "This is our duty, Kaydeen. Don't run away. We must grow faster than the others and take the title of the second proph--"
The reflection could never finish her sentence. A dark vine had snaked it's way into her stomach, covered in dripping red blood. Kaydeen watched silently as she watched herself writhe on the floor, coughing out blood. With a cold look in her eyes she gripped her chakrams, pressing a bare foot on the reflection's stomach.
"I won't allow it." She hissed after a moment, pressing her foot a little harder. "Why do I have to be responsible for a destiny I didn't even get to choose?" She could feel warmth drip down her fingers, stinging from pressing too deep into her chakrams. "I refuse my duty."
"You won't grow as strong as your sisters." The mirror image of her wheezed, reaching out a clutching hand to Kaydeen in slight horror. "You're nothing without the prophet's power--"
"I am EVERYTHING without the prophet's power!" Kaydeen snapped, skin flaming with the promise of a new skill. "I will become the strongest out of all of my sisters." She promised, voice deadly quiet as she rose one of her chakrams above her. "Without the so called 'prophet's power' I have."
The chakram sliced through the air as Kaydeen brought her arm down with a ferocity she had never known before; her mirror image gave a proud smile, fluttering her eyes closed. Yet the chakram never made it's mark.
Kaydeen jolted awake, gasping for breath as she looked around herself. The totem was still in place and she was still kneeling, though her hands had been gripping quite tightly around her chakrams. "Well?" Kaydeen whispered to the totem, trembling a little despite her bright smile. "What should I decide? Screamer or Dancer?"
The totem simple stared back at her, as if there had only been one answer all along. With a cheery little giggle Kaydeen bounced herself back up, swaying a bit as she balanced her chakrams on fingers with raw slits of missing skin. "Yeah yeah, 'it's my fate' or something stupid like that, right?"
Indeed, the answer had been clear from the start.
 Siyaahi · Tue Jun 03, 2014 @ 04:13am · 0 Comments |
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