[ PRP ] Work to be done (Shaheen)

[Zoobey]

Medea seemed a little confused, enough to place her tenth knit atrocity down and regard Shaheen deeply. She stood up, placing one hand on the War horsemen's shoulder, slowly extracting the shard. It was a deep grey, peeling at its base.

"The path is dangerous, but the trial more rewarding," she repeated, tapping at the shard once, twice, again until some of the strange appearance cleared. "What you have been asked to retrieve is none other than your own shard, corrupted by your own hesitation. Do not hesitate, remember who we are, as the Lost Clans, as the Four Clans. Listen to no other voice than yourself. This battle is one you will have to fight, over and again, until there is only one winner: I can only hold it back, discourage the Insanity from spreading, but the causation of such agony is none other than your own core. There is still much you need to do to control the path you walk, it is a warning and a plea."

Medea handed the shard back to Shaheen. It still cracked around the edges. "May the day never come when it breaks entirely, for it brings with such an ill omen for yourself." She nodded, gravely. "All paths lead to the same end."

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Dismissed or she can stay to ask more questions up to you!

 

[Seussi]

Medea's touch on her shoulder seemed to almost ground her and repel her all at once. It was nice to feel something solid and real, but at the same time she wanted to pull away, to not have any contact against her tainted flesh, a feeling of panic and a need to hide rising inside of her. She forced herself to stand still, to allow the shard to be extracted from her hand, even as her heart beat mercilessly hard and fast inside of her chest. She forced herself to listen to Medea's words, to concentrate on them, to try and drown out the whispers in her head. The path had been dangerous, yes, but not in the way she was accustomed to. But rewarding? How had any of this been rewarding?

She watched the woman tap the shard, the grey clearing slightly as another color tried to shine through. Yellow.....She frowned, her heart seizing up at that all too familiar hue. Medea's words only further verified what she was already thinking, and her eyes darted to the golden bangle on her arm where the yellow shard usually lay, it's spot empty and dark.

"No...No how is that possible?" Her voice was still hoarse, and she hated it because it so loudly advertised how weak she had been. But the High Priestess continued, and she felt more and more the shame of how she had failed, how she had let other voices besides her own whisper so enticingly into her ear, and how she had followed them.

Weak.

The shard was pressed back into her own hand and she stared at it's murky depths, stared at the cracks that spread from the edges inwards, feeling nothing but numb. She had thought that she still had some time, that she could find a way to make this all end. But now as she looked at that shard she could feel that her spirit and hope was becoming just as cracked and tainted.

But there was something else there. A current of something she had not felt in quite some time. Strength, power, Fear. Was that the reward of the trial? To be a bit stronger at the cost of her sanity? Did this mean she had not failed completely?

"But it will break, won't it?" She finally said, her eyes rising, a gold that seemed to almost glow. "Unless I can find a way to stop it. It will break and I will break with it." She was forcing herself to calm down, to breathe, to make sense of what had just happened.

"Can you help me?" She asked, finally doing what she should have done from the beginning. Asking for help.

Zoobey

might as well get her semi-started on her way~

 

[Zoobey]

"There is-"

- And then something that Shaheen could only describe as wrong. As Medea moved forward, for a second she seemed petrified, frozen as if looking at someone distinctly to the War executioner's right, someone who didn't quite exist. The Head Priestess made motions to bow, then stopped, one hand clenched tight, muttering something-

- Before every single item in the tent began to shatter - vases, jewelry, anything mounted on the walls, even the tent itself shivered and threatened to collapse. The minipets that had been scurrying happily yipped, terrified, escaping through the tent folds at the slight chance of opportunity.

"Return what is mine."

And yet it was not a voice that Shaheen recognized, strong and commanding, one that the horsemen felt she almost immediately had to obey, as if she was created to obey, as if anything they demanded she was nothing but their pawn, their creation, their-

- The Insanity within the horsemen hissed and crackled to life, drawing the War executioner back. It called her back Home, even as her mind almost lost itself forever to something else. It called her back, but it could do nothing for anything else as the entire tent finally shuddered and collapsed, the pyre smoking terribly before splitting in half.

The head priestess was gone.

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