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Isadora
"Ow!" I landed on my lovely rear and the Blond Beauty tumbled out after me. I surveyed my surroundings. A room lit by indescribable artificial light. The walls were cold and the floor was covered in snow.
"Who's there!" I looked to the source of the call and saw the male assistant. He had black hair, brown eyes, and was slightly taller than me. He was dressed in black and blue robes with silver trim. A book with matching colors was clasped in his left hand.
"I'm not going to hurt you if explain how you got in here. You have three seconds. Waste words and I won't hesitate to decapitate you magically."
"I-I'm Isadora Z-zariel and t-this is E-el-elric…" I stuttered, shaking with fear.
"Elric Ziarre." He supported in an even tone. His calm was unnatural.
"Wait. Zariel and Ziarre? How did you get in here?" The man interrogated.
"Uhm…" I stuttered, "Well, there was a mirror and we sorta just… fell… in? I carved a design on a mirror and the thing just started glowing and then it rippled when I touched it and then the Blond Beauty grabbed me and we both fell in so now we're here, talking to you and I have no idea what's going on." I took in a deep breath.
"Did you just call me Blond Beauty?" Elric raised an eyebrow.
"Shut up." I retorted. Suddenly, the man began speaking.
"Zariel and Ziarre were the first two twins from a Judgmental and Emotional."
"What?" I asked, both intrigued and confused.
"Follow me. I'll explain when we reach the inner chamber."
"We don't even know you! Why would we follow? What If I don't want to follow? What if I just want to go home?"
"I am Sorell. Seeing as the Judgmental mirror is broken, there's no way for you to return to your world. The trip is a one-way ticket. If you want to go home, help me fix the mirror. There's no choice but to follow."
He spoke so calmly, it drove me insane. I felt my face getting hot and my nails digging in to the palms of my clenched fists. The Blond Beauty stood silent for a few moments before stepping behind Sorell, evidently deciding to comply. With nothing else to do, I followed.
Elric
We followed Sorell across the snowy floor and in to a smaller room where the woman from the dream lay unconscious. I did my best to show no signs of recognition.
"This is The Priestess Anyah. She is only twin from the Union."
"I'm sorry," Isadora mumbled, "but still have no clue what you're talking about."
"Let's begin then. First of all, you and Ziarre..."
"Elric, please." I cut in.
"Elric," he corrected, "are Emotionals. You come from the world of Emotion, where personal feelings and interests govern your actions. Your world has a reckless free will, sometimes wrongly referred to as 'chaos'. This world you are in now is the Judgmental world. Here, decisions are mostly influenced by logic. However, both worlds hold elements of their opposite. Those who are more logical in your world have a strong Judgmental influence. Those in this world who are more unpredictable have a strong Emotional influence."
"Are you a Judgmental?" Isadora asked.
"No, I'm an Emotional. A chosen purity to assist the Priestess."
"So why are we here?" She asked him.
"It is believed that in a time of great crisis, descendants of the first pure assistants would come to aid. That time is now. The Dark One has broken the mirror that stabilizes the lives of all Judgmentals. I need you to help me fix it by helping me collect the last material, black diamond powder. That mixed with pure blood of a Judgmental should restore the mirror. I've tried white diamond powder and Emotional blood and had no effect. Are you willing to help me acquire the black diamond powder?"
"Yes." Isadora replied and I nodded my head.
"Step forward." Sorell commanded.
We obliged and he opened his book and murmured a few words. I felt a rush of wind and then the settling of cloth. When I opened my eyes, I had on black robes with silver trim. A small staff with a winged orb was clutched in my left hand. Isadora wore a white outfit with gold trim that was fit for a swordsman of the plains, yet was too graceful to properly fit to a person of that stature. Isadora unsheathed her sword and practiced a few lunges and parries. She knew her swordplay.
"Elric, I see you are experienced in music." Sorell addressed me.
"Piano, violin, and some woodwinds."
"Both if you listen carefully. There are three ways to cast a spell. The first is for you to poetically phrase what you want your magic to do. The other is if you play a melody that conveys the essence of the spell you wish to cast. Lastly, you may sing a song that expresses the magic you wish to use. Elric, your staff becomes any instrument of your choice, therefore only you may use the second spell-casting method. Try it."
"Ocarina." The staff glowed and shrunk until it became an ocarina. I put it to my lips and played one of my favorites. I felt the room grow warm and when I opened my eyes, grass had grown in a circle around my feet.
"Like that. To turn an instrument back, you only need to command it to by saying 'Return'. Now try the other way."
"Return." I commanded and the staff shrank in to my hands once more.
"Good. Now the two of you follow me. There is much work to be done."
We followed Sorell down a flight of stairs and a series of hallways until we reached a large steel square in the wall. It was a door with no handles.
"Elric, you need to unlock this with your magic." Sorell instructed.
I stood silent for a few seconds. "Handless door that conceals my fate, I wish for you to open your gate." The door slid out of the wall and dropped with a clang. Cold air rushed out to meet us.
"Once again, nicely done. You have a knack for this." My guide complimented.
"Good job, El!" Isadora piped.
"Did you just call me 'El'?" It was a rhetorical question. She answered anyway.
"And I like calling you El. It's short and easy."
"Then I get to call you 'Izzie'. It's short and it fits."
"You two stop with the chit chat. It's the Butterflies."
 minikimii · Sun Apr 27, 2008 @ 03:02pm · 1 Comments |
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