Post by Adel Applicant on Aug 26, 2008 18:54:49 GMT -5
((Hey there. I’m applying for Sorceress Adel. Anyways, from among your themes I’ve chosen “Moon”, and I’d like the class of Villain. My email is mvbwp@yahoo.ca ))
It was the natural order of things, really. The Lunar Cry happened every so often, summoning monsters to the planet from the moon where they spawned. Nobody wanted it to happen, of course, but it had to. Monsters were as much a part of the ecosystem as regular animals by this point. It was like death in that way, in that it had to happen in order to continue the natural order, even if nobody especially liked the natural order.
Or was it natural? After all, the first recorded Lunar Cry occurred a mere sixty-eight years ago, right where Centra once reigned. Centra’s technology was a marvel, if one believed those old enough to remember the place before it turned into the world’s largest pile of rubble. Its advancements were even more impressive than Esthar’s. It wasn’t impossible, then, that Centra manually activated the crystal pillar and caused the first Lunar Cry in the same way Esthar had caused the second over Trabia. Perhaps monsters were not a natural part of things before Centra brought them down, but then that wasn’t very important by now. Monsters were as much a part of the planet now as they were the moon, and that’s all that mattered. It didn’t need to be thought on.
Of course, Adel still thought about it, as she had four months ago, and as she had last year, and as she had three years ago. Drifting through space, with no time for anything but thought, Adel found her thoughts wandering to the Lunar Cry every time her tomb would let her catch a glimpse of the moon. Many would find it beautiful, of course, and Adel remembered that—many years ago when she was young, powerless, and naïve—she too would have found it beautiful. Now, though, she saw no beauty in anything. She felt only rage and indignity at how helpless she’d become.
Five years she’d been up here, or at least she’d guess that long. She had lost count of specific days some time ago, and only when she could see the planet turning could she gather any sense of time. She had been left up here with no clock, of course: left with nothing but her thoughts, and her hatred to focus them. The Lunar Cry was her ticket out of this infernal device, barring some fool crazed enough to release her, but it was the waiting that was driving her mad. It could have been hundreds of years before someone else triggered a Lunar Cry, and thousands more before her tomb was caught in it. It would happen, though, inevitably; and when it did, Adel would have her revenge on whatever remained of Odine and that cocky little ant that tricked her into this mess.
Now she was face-to-face with the moon, staring only in the direction her eyes were frozen in, straining fruitlessly to so much as blink in surprise as she saw the monsters begin to gather. It was happening already, it seemed, and anticipation flooded the sorceress’ thoughts as her heart began to increase its rate. She waited, hour after hour, as the monsters grew closer and closer to her. Suddenly her heart sunk, and the Lunar Cry’s stream came within a few feet of her before a stray monster knocked her out of the way. It was a dragon of some kind, probably swatting at what it imagined was an obstacle. If Adel were capable of movement of any kind, she would have shed tears of rage at what was occurring. She’d almost been free, when one little monster knocked…
Adel’s mind froze as she realized what was happening. The dragon had knocked her out of the way, but it had apparently been an especially powerful dragon. She’d been knocked out of orbit, and was now careening off in some direction she was unaware of. Panic struck Adel as she realized she might have just been banished to the far-off depths of space, and as she spun she noticed in the back of her mind that the space station she’d assumed was set up to monitor her was no longer there. It was simply gone. No wreckage could be made out, and no escape pods could be seen. It was a cold comfort to think that the entire thing might have been swallowed by the monsters, killing many of those who opposed her.
Heat, now. Space was sinking away from her vision, making way for red, and then blue, and when she saw blue her heart leapt from its previous state of panic and despair. She’d been knocked into a collision course with the plant, and was upon re-entry. Had she any idea where that dragon was, she’d have given it a swift and merciful death for freeing her. Perhaps she’d even enslave it if she was in a particularly good mood. A good mood? This was the first time in years she’d felt anything but hatred. She heard a crash, and something clicking, and then the seal was torn by some wreckage.
Air filled her lungs for the first time in however long she’d been up there, and her muscles ached as she began moving her arms slowly to tear at the seal. Faster she tore at it, ripping and tearing away before crawling feebly out of the device. Her entire body wracked in pain as her various atrophied parts resumed function. She was hungry, cold, and it hurt to move, but it felt infinitely better than the numbness she’d felt for so long. Sensation itself was practically ecstasy at the moment.
“I...” She started warily, her voice cracking with disuse. That horrible chamber had kept her alive to prevent her powers from being passed on, but it did nothing to keep all but her most vital organs running. “I am alive.” She finished with more self-assuredness. She often thought this to herself in space, reaching out to scream it mentally at those who captured her in order to remind her that she was not gone, and that she would not be forgotten. She had no idea if they ever got the message, but it didn’t matter now. All that mattered was that she was free. She was free to act on her hatred, she was free to get revenge, and she was free to resume control. Adel looked up at the moon as it rained demons on some far-off land, and as much as it pained her face to do so, she grinned as wide a grin as she could manage. They were getting what they deserved. Everyone would get what they deserved.
It was the natural order of things, really. The Lunar Cry happened every so often, summoning monsters to the planet from the moon where they spawned. Nobody wanted it to happen, of course, but it had to. Monsters were as much a part of the ecosystem as regular animals by this point. It was like death in that way, in that it had to happen in order to continue the natural order, even if nobody especially liked the natural order.
Or was it natural? After all, the first recorded Lunar Cry occurred a mere sixty-eight years ago, right where Centra once reigned. Centra’s technology was a marvel, if one believed those old enough to remember the place before it turned into the world’s largest pile of rubble. Its advancements were even more impressive than Esthar’s. It wasn’t impossible, then, that Centra manually activated the crystal pillar and caused the first Lunar Cry in the same way Esthar had caused the second over Trabia. Perhaps monsters were not a natural part of things before Centra brought them down, but then that wasn’t very important by now. Monsters were as much a part of the planet now as they were the moon, and that’s all that mattered. It didn’t need to be thought on.
Of course, Adel still thought about it, as she had four months ago, and as she had last year, and as she had three years ago. Drifting through space, with no time for anything but thought, Adel found her thoughts wandering to the Lunar Cry every time her tomb would let her catch a glimpse of the moon. Many would find it beautiful, of course, and Adel remembered that—many years ago when she was young, powerless, and naïve—she too would have found it beautiful. Now, though, she saw no beauty in anything. She felt only rage and indignity at how helpless she’d become.
Five years she’d been up here, or at least she’d guess that long. She had lost count of specific days some time ago, and only when she could see the planet turning could she gather any sense of time. She had been left up here with no clock, of course: left with nothing but her thoughts, and her hatred to focus them. The Lunar Cry was her ticket out of this infernal device, barring some fool crazed enough to release her, but it was the waiting that was driving her mad. It could have been hundreds of years before someone else triggered a Lunar Cry, and thousands more before her tomb was caught in it. It would happen, though, inevitably; and when it did, Adel would have her revenge on whatever remained of Odine and that cocky little ant that tricked her into this mess.
Now she was face-to-face with the moon, staring only in the direction her eyes were frozen in, straining fruitlessly to so much as blink in surprise as she saw the monsters begin to gather. It was happening already, it seemed, and anticipation flooded the sorceress’ thoughts as her heart began to increase its rate. She waited, hour after hour, as the monsters grew closer and closer to her. Suddenly her heart sunk, and the Lunar Cry’s stream came within a few feet of her before a stray monster knocked her out of the way. It was a dragon of some kind, probably swatting at what it imagined was an obstacle. If Adel were capable of movement of any kind, she would have shed tears of rage at what was occurring. She’d almost been free, when one little monster knocked…
Adel’s mind froze as she realized what was happening. The dragon had knocked her out of the way, but it had apparently been an especially powerful dragon. She’d been knocked out of orbit, and was now careening off in some direction she was unaware of. Panic struck Adel as she realized she might have just been banished to the far-off depths of space, and as she spun she noticed in the back of her mind that the space station she’d assumed was set up to monitor her was no longer there. It was simply gone. No wreckage could be made out, and no escape pods could be seen. It was a cold comfort to think that the entire thing might have been swallowed by the monsters, killing many of those who opposed her.
Heat, now. Space was sinking away from her vision, making way for red, and then blue, and when she saw blue her heart leapt from its previous state of panic and despair. She’d been knocked into a collision course with the plant, and was upon re-entry. Had she any idea where that dragon was, she’d have given it a swift and merciful death for freeing her. Perhaps she’d even enslave it if she was in a particularly good mood. A good mood? This was the first time in years she’d felt anything but hatred. She heard a crash, and something clicking, and then the seal was torn by some wreckage.
Air filled her lungs for the first time in however long she’d been up there, and her muscles ached as she began moving her arms slowly to tear at the seal. Faster she tore at it, ripping and tearing away before crawling feebly out of the device. Her entire body wracked in pain as her various atrophied parts resumed function. She was hungry, cold, and it hurt to move, but it felt infinitely better than the numbness she’d felt for so long. Sensation itself was practically ecstasy at the moment.
“I...” She started warily, her voice cracking with disuse. That horrible chamber had kept her alive to prevent her powers from being passed on, but it did nothing to keep all but her most vital organs running. “I am alive.” She finished with more self-assuredness. She often thought this to herself in space, reaching out to scream it mentally at those who captured her in order to remind her that she was not gone, and that she would not be forgotten. She had no idea if they ever got the message, but it didn’t matter now. All that mattered was that she was free. She was free to act on her hatred, she was free to get revenge, and she was free to resume control. Adel looked up at the moon as it rained demons on some far-off land, and as much as it pained her face to do so, she grinned as wide a grin as she could manage. They were getting what they deserved. Everyone would get what they deserved.