Post by YukiTen on Jul 16, 2012 22:18:38 GMT -7
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| [atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][style=background-color: #DDDDDD; width: 333px; padding: 2 2 2 2; margin-top: 4px; text-align: left; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; font-family: arial; color: #2F2F2F; font-variant:small-caps;]tags; Kingdom Hearts, awakening, Alsa, Avery, Faunus, Vassal, Final Fantasy, Disney.[/style][style=background-color: #2F2F2F; width: 333px; padding: 2 2 2 2; margin-top: 4px; text-align: right; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; font-family: arial; color: #DDDDDD; font-variant:small-caps;]Like...10 words.[/style][style=background-color: #DDDDDD; width: 333px; padding: 2 2 2 2; margin-top: 4px; text-align: left; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; font-family: arial; color: #2F2F2F; font-variant:small-caps;]I have a right to be a jackass.[/style][style=background-color: #2F2F2F; width: 333px; padding: 2 2 2 2; margin-top: 4px; text-align: center; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; font-family: arial; color: #DDDDDD; font-variant:small-caps; letter-spacing: 4px;]cry “havoc!” and let slip the dogs of war[/style][style=background-color: #DDDDDD; width: 328px; height: 300px; overflow: auto; padding: 5 5 5 5; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; font-family: arial; color: #2F2F2F; font-variant:small-caps;] Destiny's Storm I remember how it began… I've been having these weird thoughts lately. Like, is any of this for real…or not? Alsa stood fast in her spot in the sand, the calm ocean water lapping softly at her feet, with her gray eyes fixed on the slender figure plummeting from a break in the sunset clouds. Nervous breaths passed in and out of her lungs, her heart beating a million miles an hour as if it were trying to leap from her chest, with the fear she held for this person's life. She trembled in the sand, the pain of all this fright shocking her to the core. She traced the path of the figure as it fell from the sky, watching with horror as star after star followed suit. And as they fell, so did she. Her breath caught in her throat as her body tilted backwards, as if pushed down by some supernatural force, colliding with the soft grains of sand. Her eyes grew impossibly wide and she became frantic, her gray eyes never leaving the brown-haired figure falling alongside the stars, and for a brief moment, her heart stopped. Tendrils of the soft beach sand enveloped her, swirling around her arms and legs and torso, finding her mouth, ears, nostrils and other holes to fill. Panic shot through her and pain echoed throughout her body, centering and increasing with intensity in the places the sand entered and held fast. It wasn't just pain, though. It was dry, gritty agony washing over her. She writhed under the sand, flailing helplessly in its grip. But it just wasn't enough. Sand filed into her throat and still she tried to scream - but to no avail. The tiny grains of sand tightened their grip on her, pain and agony jolting about her body as they nearly shattered her bones to get her to stop resisting. By now, hot tears streamed from her eyes, the pain proving too much for her to handle. Just let it take you. It was so painful… Another quick strike of all the unbearable pain flashing through her body and she fell unconscious. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ When Alsa awoke, the awful pain she had felt before was nonexistent and she was at her feet on the edge of a large, green platform. She breathed in a deep breath, clutching her chest with all her might, relief cascading through her. She was alive… Collecting herself, she looked all around, darkness a never ending shroud surrounding her and the strange platform. A single shaft of light broke through the blackness from above, illuminating the platform. Shades of forest green and lime brightened in a circle, a large one, and cream and yellow colors followed, filling in black outlines. Designs of flowers decorated the rim of the innermost circle, the outline of a pretty woman appearing in the break between the flowers. Lips as red as a rose, skin as white as snow, and hair as black as night. Alsa blinked at this, taking in the intricate lines and the woman gracing the circular platform. It was so strange… Was any of it real? She couldn't believe her eyes; never ending fields of darkness, one stream of light, a large green platform, and a woman? It simply couldn't be real… She adjusted her weight, shifting to her left foot, and crossed her arms over her chest. If it were real… then where would that put her? Is she dead? Why is she here, in such a dark place? She shuddered, cold sweat trickling from her forehead and coating her back and shoulders, she could feel it. Her heartbeat began to quicken and harden, her poor hard slamming against her ribcage. What's with all this darkness, anyway? Why was there so much? there was so much… She has to be dead, then. Why was there so much darkness? It's like it's trying to cage her on the platform… Her breaths came in heavy gusts, her body shaking with the fear of being forever dead. But…she has to be dead, right? That light has to be something similar to that of a portal, something to take her to heaven or some kind of peaceful, beautiful paradise…right? Hot tears welled up in her gray eyes once more as she stared into the light, her chest heaving. I thought I died at first. Alsa cradles herself in the green illumination, darkness swirling about and seeming to cave in on her, capture her. There was just so much… too much. It surrounded her, pricked and pocked her, pulled her hair and tugged her backwards, pushing her to and fro, dragging her closer to the very edge of the platform. Tears spilled from her eyes like endless rivers and fear continued to consume her. Then I got scared… So much to do, so little time… The voice breaking through Alsa's hallucination of the thick darkness was kind, gentle, soothing. But her fear hadn't gone away after only one soothing comment. She hiccupped and held herself even tighter, afraid of what the voice could possibly be. Sometimes, evil uses kindness as a mask for its true cruelty, manipulating the naïve into blindly doing its bidding. Alsa squeezed her sides and dropped into a protective crouch, shutting her eyes as tightly as she possibly could. Take your time… Don't be afraid. The voice was impossibly calm, slowly easing away all the fear that had taken hold of her. As quickly as she had dropped, she was at her feet once more, arms flopping to her sides, tears making their way to salty dryness. The voice was a lullaby of sorts, calming, soothing, kind in the way that it sang and drifted along into Alsa's ears. Don't be afraid… Now, step forward. Immediately, she complied, hesitation and caution all but thrown to the wind. ...Power sleeps within you. A stone pedestal broke through the green of the platform with a loud crash, swirling lines and round shapes mere carved details in its trapezoid faces. A beam of light rained down upon the pedestal, a shining silver blade glinting under its influence. It had a simple yellow and blue hilt, a mouse-like black mark just under the curves of the blade connecting to the hilt. Alsa blinked once, twice, raising an arm to reach for the weapon. She paused. A sword was a sharp extension of one's arm, usually carrying the meaning of strength, duty, and barbarism, sometimes even self-righteousness. It was a means to strike down an enemy with the keen sharpness of one's physical ability and strength. But that wasn't who Alsa thought she was. If you give it form… When she turned towards where the voice had spoken, a second pedestal was erected with the same exact details decorating its faces. Only, this time, a large red and black shield was gracing it instead of another weapon. The shield gave way to lengthy curves into a narrow point, outlined in red, and in the center, there was a larger red version of the mouse-like label on the hilt of the sword. She didn't move a muscle, not making even the slightest of efforts to move towards the shield. A shield was a depiction of a guardian. It was a means of protection and kindness. But it seemed rather cowardly to her… regarding the fact that people tend to hide behind things when in the face of danger. She shook her head minutely. …it will give you strength. A third pedestal shot through the platform across from her. She spun on her heel to get a better view of it, her gray eyes landing on a thin, wooden staff with bulbous, blue mouse-like head. A staff almost always had magical properties, which was always a means of ranged fighting or a constant search for knowledge, Regardless of all the benefits it had, it seemed as cowardly, if not more so, as the shield. Choose well. By this point, Alsa had already decided on what direction she was going to head in. She turned back towards the pedestal harnessing the blade, very sure of herself. It was shining gracefully in the narrow shot of light, showing of its razor-sharp edges. Granted, it wasn't something she thought suited her, but she wasn't going to be the moron to blindly charge into a potentially dangerous situation without a good weapon. Well, if she was even going to be fighting anytime soon. She pushed herself onto her toes and threw a hand out for the sword hilt, curling her slim fingers around it. The power of the warrior. Invincible courage. A sword of terrible destruction. She drew the blade closer, holding it flat against her small palm. Destruction? Alsa wasn't a destructive person, so how could the sword suit her at all now? She shook her head. Now wasn't the time to be having second thoughts. Is this the power you seek? Without a moment's hesitation, she gave a sharp nod. Your path is set. The simple blade disappeared in a bright flash of cream light, leaving Alsa's hands empty. Her mouth hung open in slight shock, but considering what's been happening up until now, she wasn't all that shocked, even if she'd never seen something like that before. But… it was strange, she'd give it that. Now, what will you give up in exchange? She had to sacrifice something in return for the path she had chosen, now. She looked around between the shield and the staff, at an utter loss. It wasn't something that bothered her, but it was something that twisted her path. I couldn't decide… Everything had felt so sudden. As a mage, Alsa would be able to heal others and cast protective spells… Using a shield, she could be more personal with that protection. She shook her head. No matter how she looked at it, the two were cowardly. Both had their uses, but they were still cowardly. They both stood for a certain level of protection, but they were both still cowardly. What was she going to give up, the shield or the staff? She couldn't decide. They were both just so useful in their own rights. She shook her head. Enough of the mental banter. She marched on toward the shield. Power of the guardian. Kindness to aid friends. A shield to repel all. She grasped the heavy metal in her hands. When the voice worded her decision like that, it sounded like she was giving up everything. A shield was a more literal translation for protection. The staff was just a medium to cast a spell, but the spells were endless and they ranged in strength. Again, she could cast protective spells and heal others. She wasn't going to change her mind. Being certain was a good thing. Continuously fighting with yourself and changing your mind was not. You give up this power? "Yes," Alsa announced softly, her voice carrying out her felt level of certainty. The shield that was in her hands disappeared in the same creamy flash of light the sword had, leaving behind nothing. She blinked and then dropped her arms, not even a single trace of surprise gracing her features. You've chosen the power of the warrior. You've given up the power of the guardian. Is this the form you seek? She I remember Sora describing something similar… ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ A The You've gained the power to fight. She All right! You've got it. In fact, his description mirrors my own. Alsa Use this power to protect yourself and others. She Not There will be times you have to fight. The Keep your light burning strong. A Alsa She Behind you! She Slashing The But It She I thought, 'Another one?' I was so confused. This Shaking I secretly didn't… Haha. She Alsa With A Push it. Alsa As She "How The When Hold on. The door won't open just yet. Alsa The Finally, Alsa First, tell me more about yourself. As "Hey, Alsa," I thought that this is what the voice had been talking about. She He "What Alsa "Death," Faunus A "Hey, sis," She "Haha, "Then… "To Alsa "Hey," Again, "I said, 'Hey!'" "That's "Is friendship You're afraid of death. You want to learn. You want friendship. So Your journey begins at midday. Keep a steady pace and you'll come through fine. Alsa The day you will open the door is both far off and very near. A [/style][style=background-color: #2F2F2F; width: 333px; padding: 2 2 2 2; margin-top: 4px; text-align: center; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; font-family: arial; color: #DDDDDD; font-variant:small-caps;]template by MARIA from OTE[/style] |
