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<blockquote data-quote="Funeris" data-source="post: 2529432" data-attributes="member: 22792"><p><strong>Chapter 2: Journey into Darkness continued</strong></p><p></p><p><strong><em>In Northern Nordaa Saam, upon the edge of the Draeul Forest…</em></strong></p><p></p><p>Lady Llewllyn stroked her long hair, silver-white with age, while staring hypnotically into the mirror. Graying eyes peered from a wrinkled shell of flesh. Her body that had watched countless years drift away. Her body sagged beneath a silk white dress, beneath the weights of time and age.</p><p></p><p>Incessant murmuring drifted through her mind, lost in the shifting sands of time. Her hair shimmered golden for half a second; her eyes followed suit. The golden glow faded abruptly as she tugged harder on her white mane. In the mirror, her daughter smirked.</p><p></p><p>“<strong>You never let me out anymore, mother.</strong>” The voice was singsong, nearly elven in its harmony. Lady Llewllyn knew the tone was just an impression, she had heard all manner of accents from her daughter through her life. There was definitely no elven blood running through their ancient family line.</p><p></p><p>“What did you expect, daughter. You adopted an entire village last time and felt it necessary to move them and all their personal belongings into our compound.” The old woman sighed and turned away from the mirror. Gently, she laid the brush, golden in handle with emerald gems imbedded throughout, upon a wooden stand.</p><p></p><p>“<strong>It was the right thing to do. It was the good thing to do. And you know it. You, yourself, gave me permission to help them.</strong>”</p><p></p><p>“I didn’t mean for you to move them within our walls. I thought you’d just take care of their problems.” The old woman shuddered, she moved to close the door separating her room from her daughter’s, but instead just sunk into the bed. She wrapped the sheep-wool comforter tightly around her shoulders.</p><p></p><p>“<strong>It was the right choice. You’ve seen it. Do you need to be shown again?</strong>” The young woman’s reflection raised its arms to unleash an incantation.</p><p></p><p>“Of course not,” Lady Llewyllyn snapped. “I know what I saw. But our place has always been to not interfere. We ignore them; they ignore us. Neutrality is the only reason we could guarantee our survival.”</p><p></p><p>“<strong>You’d rather they all be sacrificed in the name of Ara’Kull?</strong>”</p><p></p><p>The fragile woman lost her momentary feebleness, rising to her full height. The comforter slapped the wooden floor with a soft thud. Rage flared in her eyes and through her bones.</p><p></p><p>“I’d rather He not exist, obviously. But there is <strong>nothing</strong> we can do about that!”</p><p></p><p>“<strong>You’re wrong, of course,</strong>” the silken voice purred within her ear. “<strong>We can stop him at every turn. Confound him, anger him and eventually beat him. That is what the signs point to. It is time for us to rise from Neutrality, putting our selfishness aside. Then, we place the needs of the people above our own, above his needs and desires.</strong>”</p><p></p><p>“IT IS NOT OUR PLACE!!!” The old woman shrieked, clutching her skull. Sonorous pounding resonated through her mind; the sound of war drums in the distance. “<em>I know what you’re doing. I won’t let you out daughter…never…never let you out again…</em>”</p><p></p><p>“<strong>You cannot stop Fate, mother. You’ve managed to hold the wolves at arms length for ages now. But, no more. The time is approaching, the last Tri’Ara is nearly upon us. I can feel the Mother being ripped from our world. All will die when the darkness falls. Even we will perish, because of His whims.</strong>” A cool, certain ration weighed down the daughter’s words.</p><p></p><p>“I cannot,” Lady Llewyllyn muttered. Her hands shook upon her head, parting the ruffled silver locks. “<em>I cannot…I cannot…I cannot,</em>” she repeatedly whispered into the empty room.</p><p></p><p>“<strong>They will be traveling northward. They could be utilized as a tool. With our aide, with our help they may succeed.</strong>”</p><p></p><p>“And if they fail?” Lady Llewyllyn’s eyes sparkled with insanity.</p><p></p><p>“<strong>There is no harm in an attempt. If failure is imminent, then we merely perish as we would if nothing was done.</strong>” The reflection paused, thoughtful. “<strong>Please mother, let me out!</strong>”</p><p></p><p>Lady Llewyllyn fell backward onto her bed, the comforters trying to drown her pained body. “I’m so old,” she moaned pulling the covers over her face.</p><p></p><p>The sheep-wool exploded outward, landing away from Llewyllyn’s body. She stood and stalked toward the doorway. With a glance, she stared at the golden hair that fell from above her brow. Long, curling tresses drifted erotically to rest upon her shoulders. Emerald green eyes stared outward from a beautiful, young face. All wrinkles had vanished, as they always did. The feeble body, now replaced with a vibrant youthful shell, curved delectably beneath a white dress. </p><p></p><p>“<strong>But I’m not so old mother.</strong>” Lady Llewyllyn stalked from her private chambers.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Funeris, post: 2529432, member: 22792"] [b]Chapter 2: Journey into Darkness continued[/b] [b][I]In Northern Nordaa Saam, upon the edge of the Draeul Forest…[/I][/b][I][/I] Lady Llewllyn stroked her long hair, silver-white with age, while staring hypnotically into the mirror. Graying eyes peered from a wrinkled shell of flesh. Her body that had watched countless years drift away. Her body sagged beneath a silk white dress, beneath the weights of time and age. Incessant murmuring drifted through her mind, lost in the shifting sands of time. Her hair shimmered golden for half a second; her eyes followed suit. The golden glow faded abruptly as she tugged harder on her white mane. In the mirror, her daughter smirked. “[b]You never let me out anymore, mother.[/b]” The voice was singsong, nearly elven in its harmony. Lady Llewllyn knew the tone was just an impression, she had heard all manner of accents from her daughter through her life. There was definitely no elven blood running through their ancient family line. “What did you expect, daughter. You adopted an entire village last time and felt it necessary to move them and all their personal belongings into our compound.” The old woman sighed and turned away from the mirror. Gently, she laid the brush, golden in handle with emerald gems imbedded throughout, upon a wooden stand. “[b]It was the right thing to do. It was the good thing to do. And you know it. You, yourself, gave me permission to help them.[/b]” “I didn’t mean for you to move them within our walls. I thought you’d just take care of their problems.” The old woman shuddered, she moved to close the door separating her room from her daughter’s, but instead just sunk into the bed. She wrapped the sheep-wool comforter tightly around her shoulders. “[B]It was the right choice. You’ve seen it. Do you need to be shown again?[/b]” The young woman’s reflection raised its arms to unleash an incantation. “Of course not,” Lady Llewyllyn snapped. “I know what I saw. But our place has always been to not interfere. We ignore them; they ignore us. Neutrality is the only reason we could guarantee our survival.” “[b]You’d rather they all be sacrificed in the name of Ara’Kull?[/b]” The fragile woman lost her momentary feebleness, rising to her full height. The comforter slapped the wooden floor with a soft thud. Rage flared in her eyes and through her bones. “I’d rather He not exist, obviously. But there is [b]nothing[/b] we can do about that!” “[b]You’re wrong, of course,[/b]” the silken voice purred within her ear. “[b]We can stop him at every turn. Confound him, anger him and eventually beat him. That is what the signs point to. It is time for us to rise from Neutrality, putting our selfishness aside. Then, we place the needs of the people above our own, above his needs and desires.[/b]” “IT IS NOT OUR PLACE!!!” The old woman shrieked, clutching her skull. Sonorous pounding resonated through her mind; the sound of war drums in the distance. “[I]I know what you’re doing. I won’t let you out daughter…never…never let you out again…[/I]” “[b]You cannot stop Fate, mother. You’ve managed to hold the wolves at arms length for ages now. But, no more. The time is approaching, the last Tri’Ara is nearly upon us. I can feel the Mother being ripped from our world. All will die when the darkness falls. Even we will perish, because of His whims.[/b]” A cool, certain ration weighed down the daughter’s words. “I cannot,” Lady Llewyllyn muttered. Her hands shook upon her head, parting the ruffled silver locks. “[I]I cannot…I cannot…I cannot,[/I]” she repeatedly whispered into the empty room. “[b]They will be traveling northward. They could be utilized as a tool. With our aide, with our help they may succeed.[/b]” “And if they fail?” Lady Llewyllyn’s eyes sparkled with insanity. “[b]There is no harm in an attempt. If failure is imminent, then we merely perish as we would if nothing was done.[/b]” The reflection paused, thoughtful. “[b]Please mother, let me out![/b]” Lady Llewyllyn fell backward onto her bed, the comforters trying to drown her pained body. “I’m so old,” she moaned pulling the covers over her face. The sheep-wool exploded outward, landing away from Llewyllyn’s body. She stood and stalked toward the doorway. With a glance, she stared at the golden hair that fell from above her brow. Long, curling tresses drifted erotically to rest upon her shoulders. Emerald green eyes stared outward from a beautiful, young face. All wrinkles had vanished, as they always did. The feeble body, now replaced with a vibrant youthful shell, curved delectably beneath a white dress. “[b]But I’m not so old mother.[/b]” Lady Llewyllyn stalked from her private chambers. [/QUOTE]
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