Eveela woke up with a jolt, looking around wildly. She was in a dark room, with windows boarded up and rotting wood. She got to her feet and looked around. It was a large room, but no furniture was in it. Why was this so painfully familiar? It's your own mind, idiot. Of course it's going to be familiar. Eveela snapped to herself. She saw Neyeeva laying against the wall beside her, but she was still asleep.
Eveela blinked. She felt a cold rush of air flow over her, but nothing stirred in the dark room. She sniffed the air, and smelt a cool, damp, musty smell. She easily detected it was night outside, but this room was old. She narrowed her eyes. If this was a nightmare, why wasn't anything happening.
Then she recognized it. A chill spread through her like falling through ice. Dread crept up her spine. She looked down to Neyeeva, who was beginning to stir.
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At first everything was dark, there was the distinct essence of a swirling unseen mist. Neyeeva looked about her, turn her head this way and that, confused and feeling lost. There was nothing to be seen but the dark and the mist to feel.
ReplyDelete"Eveela!" she called out, but no one answered. Only the silence of the dark was heard.
Neyeeva's heart began to pound in her chest. She worked to calm herself, to steady her heart. As a girl, growing up, training to be come a warrior, nothing could scare her. Yet this, this Dream of the druids she had never before experianced. She had only witnessed what can happen should the Nightmare take over. That scared her. To become like that. Neyeeva shook her head vigorously to clear the thought out of her head. "Stop it you fool!" she told herself. "You are to be her guide, now think! Concentrate, and think of Eveela, of her past."
Neyeeva closed her eyes, calmed her thoughts, her sould, and thought of the one who used to be her enemy, her chosen mate's tormentor. After what seemed like an eternity Neyeeva opened her eyes. She opened them to find that she was leaning against a wall in a dark room with no furniture and boarded windows. She looked up to find the younger druid, Eveela, staring down at her. Neyeeva let out a silent breath of releif, eternally grateful to have found the wretch she had labored all week to bond with for this purpose. Neyeeva struggled to her feet as she nearly laughed from the immense releif she felt.
"Ah! Eveela, there you are." Neyeeva looked to the younger druid, giving her a serious expression. "Look around you. Do you know where we are? Tell me Eveela, what happened here?"
Neyeeva awaited Eveela's response. When she would recall the event, Neyeeva would have to reach to those powers that lay dorment within her, tap into them, to manipulate the dream and bring about the episode, so Eveela could face it once more. Neyeeva looked to the young girl, waiting.
Eveela's heart nearly stopped. She opened her mouth, but no words came out. She whipped around and found herself dashing across the room and pounding on the wall. Just like I did.... when... Eveela stopped her thoughts. Suddenly the room began spinning. Eveela stumbled backward. The floor became more steady, instead of the rotting, crumbling floorboards from before. When it was over Eveela stumbled backwards until she felt the wall. Three figures appeared. Three figures that nearly stopped Eveela's heart.
ReplyDeleteOne was Knici, Eveela's younger sister, and another was Berlin, Eveela's older brother. But the third was the worst. It was Eveela herself, all three of them were younger. Eveela felt the blood drain from her face as she recognized what was about to happen. Sun filtered in from between the boards suddenly. Eveela's past self got to her feet. Her two siblings did the same, from where they were sleeping on the cold ground.
Eveela's past self snapped something, both her siblings faces grew grim. Suddenly, a door in the wall swung open, and Eveela recognized her mother. Eveela felt numb all over. Her mother's griefstricken, tear-stained face... Eveela felt weak and fell to her knees. She watched her past self, nearly 14 in human years, lung foward, her two siblings screeching something that Eveela couldn't hear over the blood roaring in her ears. Eveela's past self's features morphed into a cat. She hit her mother, and sent her falling to the ground. Her mother panicked and grabbed a knife from her side. It was too late. Eveela dug her claws into her mother's throat. Eveela's present self saw her mother whisper the same words that had haunted Eveela for years.... "You... you're corrupt. A beast of hatred... this is not what I wanted you to become." Followed by a gurgling sound as blood spread up Eveela's paws. Eveela felt her own hands become sticky and warm, like the blood had returned and was seeping up her arms once more...
Yet none of it stopped her past self from ripping her mother's throat open. Blood pooled on the floor. Her past self sprung backward, a deadly grin on her feline face. She became an elf again, blood on her hands. Her two siblings were frozen, faces pale and swaying.
Eveela whipped around and said something.
Then the room darkened. All four of them vanishing like mist and the light fading from the windows. Yet, the pool of blood remained on the ground where her mother had been killed, torn apart by her own daughter.
Eveela looked at the ground, but said nothing to Neyeeva.
Neyeeva watched the scene in with a strong mix of horror and sympathy. Tears sprang to her eyes as she saw the young Eveela make the first terrible mistake of her life, leading her down the dark, twisted road she would be destined to walk. When it was over, she looked upon Eveela, seeing her stare blankly at the pool of blood on the floor. Neyeeva sucked in a steadying breath, calming herself once more. Becoming strong for Eveela's sake.
ReplyDelete"Eveela," she spoke softly to the other. "This was your first mistake. You took your mother's life into your own hands. You attacked her without warning, without chance to defend herself, you took her from the world she birthed you to. She gave you life, and you ended hers without a second thought." Neyeeva's voice became stronger as she spoke. "She called you corrupt in her final moments, a beast of hatred. Was she correct Eveela? Did you kill her out of hate?"
Neyeeva walked forward to the young druid. She put a comforting hand on her shoulder, squeezing it gently. Neyeeva attempted to turn the druid from the blood to face her.
"Tell me Eveela. Tell me what you think."
Eveela remained staring at the blood,"I didn't kill her out of hatred..." The room twirled as Eveela thought, showing Eveela sitting down beside her sister, her sister's pale face staring blankly at the cieling as Eveela whispers some comforting words before it vanished in a flash. "She treated us badly..." The room showed her mother throwing in just a slice of bread for them to eat, then vanishing like mist. "...and Berlin and Knici fell ill.." The room twirled to show the two lying side-by-side, sick, before vanishing. "I had to stop it. I couldn't afford losing one of them." Eveela wiped a tear from her eye and let out a deep, shuddering breath. "Hatred.. I suppose it is what drove me to do this..." the room showed her mother by the door, but the three were no where to be seen. Her mother's blood was spreading further.
ReplyDeleteEveela stopped and pulled her knees up to her face, and buried her face in between her knees and said no more.
Neyeeva remained silent, looking to Eveela in sympathy as she answered. Without her own knowing, Neyeeva had tapped into the powers within her that manipulated the Dream. As Eveela spoke, through their bond the powers had manipulated the Dream, bringing to vision each event Eveela dipicted. Neyeeva listened intently to Eveela, as she viewed the things her mother had done to the young Eveela and her siblings. When Eveela would say no more. Neyeeva knew it was time for her to respond.
ReplyDelete"You say you believe it was hatred that drove you to such an act and you say it was out of protection for you brother and sister that you did so." Neyeeva paused for a moment, considering her words carefully. "If... If you had to do it over, would have killed her? I must know Eveela, would you act the same, if you had that second chance?"
Neyeeva knelt down to the druid. She remained behind her, putting both her hands to the younger's shoulders, lending her the support she needed. She gently squeezed Eveela's shoulders as she leaned in closer to her.
"Eveela, you have my trust..." she whispered into the druids ear.
Eveela blinked,"I would've probably, but not so brutally. I would've demanded we be freed, before taking her life. Not a cold-blooded murder."
ReplyDeleteNeyeeva listened closely as Eveela spoke the words. A slight smile crept to her lips as she thought to herself, "So she does feel remorse of it. Good, that is a wonderful start." Neyeeva let out a sigh of relief.
ReplyDeleteShe looked down to see the blood on the floor. It appeared to be lessening in volume, not as much as there once was.
Neyeeva returned her attention to Eveela, speaking softly, careingly. "That you feel guilt of your action is a good sign Eveela. It means that your regret is of your conscience, that it is beggining to take hold of you once more." She took a breath before continueing in a stronger tone. "She called you corrupt. Did she always think of you as such? Do you know why she treated you, your brother, and sister as she did?"
Neyeeva narrowed her eyes in concentration, waiting for Eveela to remember. When Eveela would call upon the memories, Neyeeva would bring it forth, making the heavily afflicted druid face it once more, this time not only to come to terms with it, but to analyze the eternal balance that comes with all actions to understand it.
Eveela nodded and thought for a moment,"Yes she did. She always called me corrupt, but at first I thought it was just because I wouldn't let her push me around... but..." Eveela let her voice trail off.
ReplyDeleteThe room suddenly vanished into blackness. Eveela looked around wildly, and suddenly weight seemed to smash down on her head. She felt dizzy and suddenly they were standing in a room, a bueatiful room with furniture everywhere nearly. Eveela recognized it instantly and muttered,"Oh great.." under her breath. She turned around and realized she was in the hallway. She turned to one side and a figure appeared, a much younger version of Eveela, sitting down hugging her legs to her chest, tears falling down her face. Eveela turned back the room and saw her mother and father, and instantly realized this was when they got in their fight. They were fighting, clearly, by the way they moved their hands. But Eveela couldn't make out the words, it was like all the sound was tuned down.
Eveela strained her ears, but couldn't hear anything. Her parents kept fighting for what felt like an eternity, then her father screamed something, turned around, stormed over to Eveela. And then went through Eveela and stormed out of the house.
Eveela saw the room twirl fast and then they were where they were just moments ago, when Eveela was speaking. Eveela blinked,"That's why she did. She was grief-stricken when my father left. She took it out on us."
Neyeeva got to her feet, stood up, watching the event unfold, the two lifemates quarrelling, fighting, screaming. Tears suddenly began to well up in her eyes. It was a thing beyond tragedy when two mates decided they could not be together, could no longer go on as one. Years, centuries, they could have spent together, only to have it end in such a way, by the decision of one, or both, not by fate, not under the natural sense of death.
ReplyDelete/Grief-stricken/ Eveela had said. Understandable, yes, but it in no way justified how she treated her children in response. Anger began to boil up within Neyeeva, red and hot, at the woman who could have so callously abuse her children.
Suddenly the room turned dark, black. The blood on the floor was the only color that remained, save for the leather armor and bodies of both Eveela and Neyeeva. It was silent at first. Still. A sickly green, black light appeared before them in the midst of the blood, hovering over it. It resembled a wisp of sorts. Only it was different, growing darker. It did not take the usual light misty, whimsical form of the usual wisps. It appeared to be heavier, more solid, malevolent, ever changing in an amorphous spherical shape.
Neyeeva narrowed her eyes at the thing as it began to grow larger, seeming to take on a shape; the shape of an elf. Neyeeva, out of her sheer warrior instinct, took up an alert stance preparing herself for the battle she sensed was comming. Yet her own mind raced with the fear of the unknown. She had, each and every time in the past, faced the enemy with no thought of fear. Demons, beasts, monsters, Orcs, undead, many upon many other beings and entities. Yet, this, this thing, was different. It was unmistakable, to her senses, that it was of the Nightmare. What would it hold in store?
Neyeeva took her stance. Narrowed her eyes at the thing. She gripped Eveela's shoulder with one hand, giving a firm squeeze of support, for courage, for the both of them. She said firmly, taking great care to mask the quaking that was begining to over take her, "I am here Eveela, I will not abbandon you."