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Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2015 0:41:19 GMT
Another long day, Aria collapsed into the rather plain bed. Wishing for some comforts of home; she stared blankly at the ceiling. At night there were no distractions; she couldn’t keep getting up and disrupting Garrett’s sleep just cause she was lonely. She rolled on her side and curled up hugging her blanket. A fear had gripped at her heart, and had strongly set hold ever since the day she was brought into the Mary as family. A turning point in her lonely existence, as the bright lights of her friends one by one came into her life and gave it meaning again. Ever since that point she feared of being left in the dark again; it had gotten worse on the glade, when she had been isolated. But there she still had her family, even if it did mean she was being groomed for a position that she didn’t quite want. Core had also become a constant companion during that time. His presence had numbed that fear...since being fated over she her panic attacks she suffered at night had worsened. Core once again had been the presence that helped numb that fear. He had been her security blanket against herself.
She was aware it was a silly fear; but it was a phobia none the less. It was one she refused to give voice to. Or admit…She figured Core had guessed, since he had usually felt the brunt of her emotions least he did before she learned to seal them off. But he always gave her the distraction and companionship when she needed it. These nights without him had been extremely lonely and she suffered from her phobia without him. Aria blinked away unshed tears angrily and closed her eyes, her face burying into her pillow. With some determination she was able to fall asleep….only to dream of a place that was once like home to her.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2015 1:13:54 GMT
White greeted Aria when she opened her eyes again. She was back in the rotunda, feet bare on white marble, the arches of the massive library she used to call home reaching up improbably high above her head. It was deathly silent here, as it should be, but there was not even the sound of shuffling paper or footsteps on the marble floors to bring any kind of human comfort.
Then, a noise.
Papers fell from the high desk on the far end of the rotunda, towards the towering bookshelves. The shelves were taller than she probably would have remembered, much, much taller, stretching back out of her line of sight. There was no one at the desk to greet Aria, no one to shoo her out of the library for her improper clothing and lack of shoes. Whoever had knocked the papers to the floor was gone now and the worn parchment floated towards her, the edges of the paper blackened as if they had been burned. What was written on the sheets was barely legible and faded by time.
It’s a list of names, beginning with the name Drakhard Noru.
A gust of wind slams the oaken doors shut behind her, pushing her forward into the pristine silence of the library.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2015 1:51:02 GMT
Aria looked around; it was home… empty like it often was at night. She hugged herself as she glanced around. While a part of her knew this could be the library in this time, part of her felt this was her library. The one from home… the ache for home only grew more…this looked like home…but it didn’t feel like home with no one there. It was the same problem she had with this library here. She stepped forward looking around…pausing when a paper hit her feet.
”Daddy?”
Aria called out; even a dream version of her father would be comforting at the moment…She looked down at the paper in her hand. Her fingertips brushing along the name. She clutched the piece of paper as she padded down further into the library.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2015 2:08:22 GMT
As Aria padded forward in the library and into the mass of shelves, something began to… change. The pristine shelves of book and scrolls began to blacken with rot as she passed by, spreading from the bottom of the shelves as she walked past and up. Mold and rot spiderwebbed across books and pages, going completely black within seconds and crumbling from their shelves into dust on the marble floor behind her.
The high shelves creaked above her as she pressed forward, the shelves seeming to move closer and closer together, closing up at the top in a fold as if they were one continuous shelf bent at the top. While this should have been a short walk through, it seemed to be going on for much longer than it should have. And every few steps a new sheet of names with burnt edges on the paper landed at her feet. A new list of names. Another list of Norus, the names unrecognizable until the name at the very bottom, written in what appeared to be blood.
Cain Noru.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2015 2:21:56 GMT
As she moved forward and the scenery began to change, the hair on the back of her neck began to rise. She gripped at her side for her sword….but it wasn’t there.
”Core??....CORE!...anyone”
This whole situation was beginning to frighten her. Core was always with her when she had a bad dream…this was a dream she hoped. Daddy wouldn’t ever let his library fall like this…not unless something happened to him. Another fear of hers…. Her dad hadn’t been entirely stable when she was pulled away… She stopped dead as another piece of paper drifted to her feet.
”Great….I’m such a Noru magnet even their names pop up around me….”
She picked up the piece of paper and glared at the name.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2015 2:29:33 GMT
As Aria stood, the marble beneath her feet began to crumble. Dust was falling in her hair from the decaying books around her and there was a deep rumble from within the bowels of the library. The ground shook, the marble splitting open beneath the girl’s feet if she didn’t run. The shelves behind Aria began to seal together, the small light at the end of the long, long tunnel of shelves beginning to grow smaller and smaller.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2015 2:35:30 GMT
Oh Aria ran, she ran like her tiny little ass was on fire. She ran towards the light, claws began to form on her feet, and fur sprout on her skin. Her speed was increased in this form. She hoped something was at the end of this light.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2015 2:42:46 GMT
As Aria ran through the shelves, they began to twist and turn and tighten but the light still remained- a pinprick in the dark. As she ran books and dust fell around her, the ground crumbling at her feet. The rot was beginning to turn to liquid above her, dripping black and pungent into her fur, stripping it away to human flesh. Books and scrolls began to fall at her feet, piling high for her to scramble over, the light close enough to shine on the piles and piles of tomes that rotted as soon as she touched them.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2015 2:49:14 GMT
Aria continued to scramble as more fur grew back in the places it was stripped away from; but….she stopped…backing away from the tomes that rotted at her touch….was she destroying daddy’s books? She looked back at the light then to the books…she was tired of running…. The fur from her body was melted away as the black gunk continued to drip on her. At that she just sat and waited for whatever was to come next.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2015 3:05:47 GMT
The tunnel of books continued to rumble as Aria gave up, dust and gunk dripping around her. But something else was visible now, in the light. Another room.
And she wasn’t alone.
There was an immense statue of Saden in the bright white room- a temple, it looked like. An altar to the god of knowledge was at the feet of the statue, a huge tome propped open on the altar. It was peaceful there- immaculately clean, and there was a sound of running water from a fountain. And then the sound of footsteps followed.
Someone was tending to the temple inside, lighting candles. A figure in the white hooded robes of Saden’s order, features hidden by the hood, apparently oblivious to what was happening in the rest of the library. At least it looked like the robes of Saden’s order- there was a split of red cloth underneath the white as the figure moved and the pendant the figure wore over it’s chest was inlaid with a blood-colored stone. The figure finished lighting the candles and moved to the altar, looking down at the book. The figure stopped there, black gloved hands placed on the pages, half-bent over the book.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2015 3:18:14 GMT
Aria let out a long sigh as she plopped down and waited for what ever happened. An eyebrow quirking as another room popped up, really if you waited sometimes another path would open up. But this one she found annoying for some reason; she glared into the immaculate room. As she sat there with her chin in her hand. The black chucks of guck hitting her. She debated going to the shiny light, but she was content to sit in her miserable little corner. Every time she took a step forward it just got worse… A particular nasty gunk hit her nose. She swiped it off and stood; wiping the massive chucks off her body, if she sat here she was likely to drown in this shit.
As her eyes spotted the new figure….she always wondered why her father’s follower’s colors were white when he wore red. She took a handful of the glob and looked down at it and back at the figure. The memories of marking that same robe with dirt for haha’s surfacing across her memories. She toss the gunk up a couple of times in the air before winding up….and chucking it at the figure that had appeared before her.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2015 3:26:35 GMT
As Aria threw the handful of gunk it sailed forward into the pristine room.
And directly through the figure standing at the altar as if he were not even there.
The figure looked down at the altar and took a step back- there was black on the surface of the altar now. There was a pause from the figure but they did not look back to where Aria was, instead turning and moving out of sight. The figure soon returned with a cloth, wiping away the black gunk with one clean swipe. The figure left then returned, standing back above the altar, gloved fingertip running down the page.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2015 3:29:32 GMT
Well…that was interesting….soon more gunk would go sailing strait at the figure, and all over the room. Ya maybe a normal person would have gone to try to poke the figure. Aria ...nope...her first instinct and reaction was...to see how much she could mess with it.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2015 3:32:17 GMT
The hooded figure once again did not offer up much of a reaction as the gunk went sailing about the room. Once again nothing seemed to touch the figure, but the figure simple pulled away from the altar and went to work. The cleaning seemed effortless, just a swipe of cloth along the surface, the figure’s face still hidden in the improbably dark shadows of the hood.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2015 3:34:28 GMT
Aria took a step forward to the room; curiosity now her driving force. She would wait in the room for a moment to see if the figure would notice her. If not she would begin to write on the pristine floors, a simple hello.
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