Post by julton on Jul 20, 2008 22:27:09 GMT -5
*The light was shining bright that day. She would always remember that, the sun had a special place in her soul and nothing could lift her spirits in the way that bright glorious lively sunlight did. Ironic, some would say, that a day of such glorious light would end in such terrible darkness.
Her people surrounded her, and, for the first time since they were driven from their homes and sent as refugees to this strange land, she felt hopeful. They were meeting unending hardship, but they were finally finding their place in this new city of madness and death. Indeed it had taken some time before they even understood their connection with the necromancers. As the necromancers focused their energies on death and passing, her people put their energies to birth and life. The relationship seemed obvious once they made the connection, and now the city seemed split between the light of the aurorans and the darkness of the necromancers, even though the majority of the former were living now outside of the city proper.
She made her way among her golden draped neighbors, passing in the warm air and the cool breeze like a fish in the ocean, beaming a smile and drawing the spirits of her people up along with hers. She was in the midst of greeting a group of children playing in the street, the only ones whose high spirits remained throughout the grim process of fleeing their homes, when a cool breeze blew across the plains of their improvised homes, chilling her in a strange way for the warm day. She shivered in her breezy robes, and noticed the children pull in against the cold.
The breeze then blew stronger, a frozen breeze with the stink of death upon it, chilling her to the bones and sending the confused children scattering back to their parents, some in tears and others in sheer bewilderment. She decided at this point that whether this was nature or some foul experiment of the necromancers, it was time to go home. She turned to go, clutching at her robes to keep them in place, when she realized that her robes weren't blowing in this chill wind she felt. She looked around and noted that nothing was blowing in the wind, and yet she could feel it as if she stood bare skinned in the face of the chill wind. Her soul shivered at the touch of the cold stink of old death as it brushed past her, and she suddenly decided that she should be moving, and moving quickly.
She darted through the tent village her people had constructed outside the walls of Necropylae, and before long she stood in the shadow of the ill-kept walls of the dark city. She still instinctively clung to the soft cotton fabric of her robe as she felt the chill breeze whip past, freezing her to the bones. She stopped several times along the way to retch at the stench of dead rotting flesh, woozily continuing her mad dash. She hardly noticed where she was going, and paid no notice to the scattered crowds fleeing directly away from the wind, pushing their children forward as fast as they were able to move.
When she reached the walls themselves, she realized that she had been fleeing nearly into the source of the dread winds, and she cursed her foolishness until she heard and felt the terrified souls of her people torn from their living bodies. This knife in her heart twisted as some sick perversion caused those passing souls to fill with hatred and pain at being forced to remain in the land of the living despite the passing of their bodies. Ellesy, her living energies tied closely to those of her people, felt the horror as if she herself had died a thousand times and had her soul so brutally imprisoned in a shell of death. Tears streamed down her face and her heart broke until she could bear no more, collapsing sobbing to the earth, becoming a shivering shadow amidst the crumbled stone under the vast shadows of the walls of Necropylae.*
Her people surrounded her, and, for the first time since they were driven from their homes and sent as refugees to this strange land, she felt hopeful. They were meeting unending hardship, but they were finally finding their place in this new city of madness and death. Indeed it had taken some time before they even understood their connection with the necromancers. As the necromancers focused their energies on death and passing, her people put their energies to birth and life. The relationship seemed obvious once they made the connection, and now the city seemed split between the light of the aurorans and the darkness of the necromancers, even though the majority of the former were living now outside of the city proper.
She made her way among her golden draped neighbors, passing in the warm air and the cool breeze like a fish in the ocean, beaming a smile and drawing the spirits of her people up along with hers. She was in the midst of greeting a group of children playing in the street, the only ones whose high spirits remained throughout the grim process of fleeing their homes, when a cool breeze blew across the plains of their improvised homes, chilling her in a strange way for the warm day. She shivered in her breezy robes, and noticed the children pull in against the cold.
The breeze then blew stronger, a frozen breeze with the stink of death upon it, chilling her to the bones and sending the confused children scattering back to their parents, some in tears and others in sheer bewilderment. She decided at this point that whether this was nature or some foul experiment of the necromancers, it was time to go home. She turned to go, clutching at her robes to keep them in place, when she realized that her robes weren't blowing in this chill wind she felt. She looked around and noted that nothing was blowing in the wind, and yet she could feel it as if she stood bare skinned in the face of the chill wind. Her soul shivered at the touch of the cold stink of old death as it brushed past her, and she suddenly decided that she should be moving, and moving quickly.
She darted through the tent village her people had constructed outside the walls of Necropylae, and before long she stood in the shadow of the ill-kept walls of the dark city. She still instinctively clung to the soft cotton fabric of her robe as she felt the chill breeze whip past, freezing her to the bones. She stopped several times along the way to retch at the stench of dead rotting flesh, woozily continuing her mad dash. She hardly noticed where she was going, and paid no notice to the scattered crowds fleeing directly away from the wind, pushing their children forward as fast as they were able to move.
When she reached the walls themselves, she realized that she had been fleeing nearly into the source of the dread winds, and she cursed her foolishness until she heard and felt the terrified souls of her people torn from their living bodies. This knife in her heart twisted as some sick perversion caused those passing souls to fill with hatred and pain at being forced to remain in the land of the living despite the passing of their bodies. Ellesy, her living energies tied closely to those of her people, felt the horror as if she herself had died a thousand times and had her soul so brutally imprisoned in a shell of death. Tears streamed down her face and her heart broke until she could bear no more, collapsing sobbing to the earth, becoming a shivering shadow amidst the crumbled stone under the vast shadows of the walls of Necropylae.*