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Old 27 Aug 2008, 21:13   #1 (permalink)
AuinMyrrath
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Default Entry G - Eclipse: Crystalline Ocean

Eclipse: Crystalline ocean…

Chapter 1: A sea of rainbows

He couldn’t tear his gaze free from it, it laid everywhere, spanning for what seemed to be an eternity. It kindled so many memories…of a life long past, of loved ones, long forgotten and long buried. Why wasn’t he buried? Maybe he was already dead, a soulless shell? No, he was over exaggerating, he had never felt so flooded, with life in any other point in his time. He couldn’t fall, not here, there were many things that remained on his agenda. Besides, he had a vow to fulfill, he had never broken one, and he didn’t intend to make a start.

Everything flashed by so…so quickly, only to be replaced by a near exact replica. He could not escape it, this was his destiny, here lied his destination, in the midst of crystal seas. Never thought he’d return, to a land long devoid of natural life. He couldn’t believe it had only been ten years. The ever flowing passage of time that never stagnated; rushing like the steady rivers in the lush valleys of Irothis, had seemed to pass by in the blink of an eye. Now everything seemed to be slowing down again, grinding back into its normal pace, though he knew, such a pleasant calm never endured for long, not out in this wilderness.

Stretching passed the limits of his vision, an endless, rugged plain of ice, that rose and dipped in large portions of the land, like an expansive valley. Though no ordinary ice was it, no, truly, one could not call it ice. It possessed similar tributes, it was frozen, skin numbing, and nearly rock solid to the touch. Physically, it resembled a gigantic, thick sheet of crystal, smooth yet worn from decades of weathering. Various formations randomly littered the landscape, just as random as the colors they displayed. Jetting spires of fiery orange, small bushes of blood red, entire hills and pits of violet. All of it seemed to glimmer, radiating with some unknown aura as it basked in the white light of a beaming full moon accompanied with a sea of stars. Yet it wasn’t crystal, it broke and crunched just like ice, it cumulated and hardened as if it were cobbled snow eventually frozen over from winter nights.

Even so, the view was beautiful, ensnaring…Despite the throaty bellow of a sole engine, the constant crunch and grind of wheels of crystalline ice, the howling, artic breeze that whipped and whispered its screaming music on the wind, nothing could take away from such a scenic view. A view that only so few receive the opportunity to gaze upon. It only grew out in the artic waste of the far north, though it grew from one edge to the next within its borders. Even so, not many came to see such a sight…indeed, hardly anyone with common sense passed the border into the Kingdom of Valicia. Many creatures guarded their borders and the wastelands, though only one are infamously known among human kind…

The sleek form of his four wheeled jeep was a dark shade of camo-green against the ice. Brewing up a powdery, rainbow mist beneath its canopy as its all terrain traveling wheels grinded the rare substance into dust. Overworked engines roared their delight as they reached their limit, pushing itself to its maximum speed in return for its driver’s content. It was a mere speck in an ocean of crystal ice, that was what they had named it, spewing a powdery fog behind it, that rose like smoke belched from the heart of a raging inferno to inevitably dissipate across the sky. He couldn’t help sparing a glance into his rear view mirror to watch the mist shift in colors, indirectly catching a glimpse of himself in the process.

Honestly, it was more than a bit difficult to see everything through the sleek pair of sunglasses shielding his eyes. In fact, it was incredibly difficult to see much at all…if he had not been given such enhanced sight. Even so, he could imagine his surroundings just as well. It was still dim, but over the years of constantly wearing them in similar conditions, he had grown use to it.

His pale white skin was mostly concealed in baggy, matt black pants, a sleeveless, black shirt. Over lapping those was an unzipped leather jacket-coat that dropped to his calves, stopping just at his slick, jet black boots. Despite being fully unzipped, the jacket effortlessly hid the pair of finely polished, golden, customized revolvers hanging from either side of his belt, along with a variety of items. That and the sheath of his most treasured and sacred sword of immense power, said to have been blessed by the Emperor himself with the power to pulse with electrical energies. But the jacket did fail to cover the three necklaces swaying freely from his neck round his chest. The largest at the fore was a glittering, silver cross chain etched with tiny prayers and blessings. The second was a golden Aquila his parents had gifted him with when he was but a child. It was too large for him to wear at the time, but he felt compelled to keep it for some reason. They had told him it held the power to ward off evil, if that was true, he was still waiting for such to happen. The third, was the icon of a moon, three fourths of it being pitch black while the other was a gleaming silver. It was a symbol of an eclipse, some sort of icon he had failed to find the meaning of, but had decided to keep it anyway.

Long, flowing, jet black hair fell well past his shoulders before coming to end at his waist, with the bangs dropping to the half point of his forehead. A thick, lit cigar jetted between two rows of perfect teeth, smoldering with a cloudy aura of smoke.

Jasairis Sil, a naturally intimidating figure, about six foot seven. Though muscular, he was more of a lean, kind of thin man. A soft spoken individual that rarely spoke much, and when he did, his smooth, not too deep voice rarely ever ascended above a loud whisper. He kept mostly too himself, but wasn’t afraid to communicate with others either. Not many things are known about his childhood, in fact, not much is really known about him at all. Save for the fact that he was born in human kingdom of Irothis.

Jasairis remained silent as he kept his view focused on the road ahead, occasionally edging the vehicle to the side to avoid incoming obstacles. The man only added to the racket of his engines with an inaudible sigh as he released another cloud of drifting smoke. A random cough beside him, gained his attention for a split second. He shifted gaze to the left to see a coughing figure in the passenger seat.

He was shirtless, exposing a heavily muscular frame, slightly bulkier than Jasairis, yet a few inches shorter in height. Short, rough, blonde hair nearly draped his cyan blue eyes, narrowly squinted to shield them from the freezing wind. His face was contorted into an irritated expression, something Jasairis had seen a lot since the two had met. His skin, usually a tanned color, was notably pale in the bone chilling coolness, magnifying the many scars that criss-crossed his body. His simple, beige pants were partially covered in scraps of gleaming, scaled, sky blue armor, trimmed with a bone white round the edges. Slung over his shoulders over his back was the a large, one handed shield, also a sky blue color, trimmed neatly with white. It was rounded, slightly curved, expertly crafted thick sheet of metal that looked cumbersome in hands of anyone else. Clutched in both of his hands each was a average metal axe.

Kynvas was a brash, somewhat arrogant type of man, cocky, fearless, always willing to accept the challenge. But being born in the old world of Balewind, such an attitude was not unexpected. His voice was resounding and naturally raspy, not really matching his face. He was veteran from the Ashina wars a few years ago, rewarded with many metals that honored his valor and skill. He was quick to boast and to fight, but lacked the fiery temper usually associated with it.

“Its damn cold out here!” Kynvas abruptly spat, scowling to display his discontent of the situation. “I swear its colder than home in the worst of winters, and that’s saying something.”

“Does this thing not have air conditioning?” A youthful voice, vibrant and unmistakably female was muffled under the torrent of wind despite shouting, came from the rear of the vehicle. Jasairis took another glance in his rear view mirror…

The figure was fully erect in between the seating, gripping the end of the heavy bolter built into the top of the hood for dear life. She was a thin, wiry muscled figure, dressed in the standard Snow white, lavender fatigues associated with one of the Imperial guard regiments only founded in the modern country of Hailadon. They were pretty tight on her slender frame, hugging her deep curves. Slung over her shoulder was her favored las-gun.


Silky, lavender hair that would have spilled over her shoulders was pulled back into an arched pony tail. Two separate braids that hung from either side of her forehead flanked her sparkling, ocean blue eyes. She licked her dried, pursed lips in a vain attempt to moisturize them, knowing full well the rushing breeze would deny her such a comfort.

Ailina muttered a soft curse under her breath, forced to endure the ramshackle ride while standing. Easier said than done, at some points she was almost thrown out, the vehicle was speeding so quickly. Maintaining a vigilant watch was nearly impossible due to the clouds of rainbow mist they were kicking up. The freezing touch of the whipping breeze effectively clogged her numbed ears, basically rendering any methods of staying alert nearly useless.

A trio, a triumvirate; three various people, from various walks of life. What goal have they set themselves to accomplish? That they would endure artic weather, for a chance…a chance to set things right. Each possess their own story, ambitions, dreams, regrets. It all comes back, all is linked to a crystalline ocean; that floods the northern lands. An ocean of solid substance, that sparkles and shines as if pulsating from within by day, glimmering and radiating with majestic beauty by night. What bought these three together? Well, that would be quite a tale…another circuitry of fate.

Chapter two: In pursuit…

A rushing breeze swept through the heart of Uridene woods. Kindling a drowning chorus of rustling leaves, chiming in unison with the gentle swaying of dense, lush foliage and boot high grass that concealed its floor. Various, local birds would occasionally chirp in rapid succession, darting from tree to tree as if dancing to their sing-song music. If any animals were dwelling in the area, none made their presence known. The beaming light of a midday sun, unchallenged by humble, drifting clouds, cast the ancient woods in an enchanting aura. Effortlessly blaring through the gaps that distanced the trees from one another.

She weaved through them effortlessly, gracefully twirling and leaping in high arches among the multitude of various flowers, before inevitably landing on the bare tips of her toes. She laughed as she did so, a carefree and gentle laugh. The billowing wind ran a its invisible fingers thoroughly her silky, tan brown hair that had to have fallen to her knees, splitting it into a flurry of strands as they were swept off into the sky. Her overlapping bangs were pushed before her cherry blossom pink eyes. Her eloquent temple shrine robes fluttered in the ensuing gust. Her pants were a burning sapphire, trimmed with golden markings he wouldn’t attempt to discern the meaning of. They seemed oversized for her slender frame though, but tied in place with her enwrapping belt. Tucked in was her snow white robe cloth, it too slightly large to fit.

Iylia merely continued to dance, seemingly oblivious to the world. She had always loved dancing, but she never could get the grasp of it…until now. Even so, Jasairis barely took notice, stalking behind a few paces back as he continued his silent observation. He was still dressed in his normal wardrobe, the leather jacket and all, though his hazel brown eyes were fully exposed without a pair of sunglasses.

Honestly, Iylia was happier than he had ever witnessed her to be. Maybe it was because she could actually dance now. She had invested years into it, such an explanation wasn’t too far fetched, but he knew that wasn’t the answer. Within his heart, he would have been content with the thought that maybe it could’ve been love. After all, they were eventually to be wedded, it wasn’t anything guaranteed, but that gut feeling Jasairis tended to rise occasionally told him that it would one day be reality.

“I really tried…tried to make you change your ways, see the world as I see it, Jasairis. Even though I know my efforts are in vain, I try because I do love you.” Iylia’s voice pierced silence, abruptly cutting Jasairis from his thoughts and he shifted his view to see that she had stopped dancing. Her back was turned, sweeping a free hand through her hair as she stared off into a crystal clear sky.

Jasairis merely stared at her, remaining silent as he tried to contemplate those seemingly random words, or the meaning of them. Few seconds passed when he smirked weakly, relaying his response in the same moment.

“What?”

Iylia suddenly spun around to face him, her gentle, smiling face faded into a grim expression. “You are like all the others, you willingly blind yourself to the truth. You have taken faith in false words, of a false deity, and you have enslaved yourself to his cruel will. You would waste away under a tyrant’s rule, instead of living your life in freedom?”

Jasairis’ expression would’ve lit up with shock, but his instincts instantly overrode the expression with a hardened look. If his mind hadn’t been so occupied with discerning her random outburst, perhaps he would have detected the ascending tone of malice in her voice.

“What are you talking about?“ He eventually questioned, his voice was nearly inaudible over the wind, but Iylia’s acute ears easily registered it as if he had shouted.

“I’ve tried to show you, the changes I have undergone, subtly pushing you in my direction.” The priestess merely sighed, sorrowfully shaking her head as she resumed. “But your mind is too engrained in his dogma to see the world beyond the looking glass, a narrow glass that is isolated from so many possibilities. Well I have, and truly, it is beautiful.”

Jasairis noted a fleeting moment of hesitation, Iyria appeared to be uncertain in her next choice of words. But she spoke anyway, confident and calmly.

“I have forsaken the bonds of a rotting corpse, who cares nothing for me nor his followers. A corpse obsessed with a dream long passed, shattered, and forgotten. I have rebuked my allegiance with him for years now, instead I have given myself fully to one that constantly showers me with his love. Have you never noticed? How I danced? Something I could never accomplish in years. My sword techniques have been honed to the point of perfection! I am…perfect, in my master‘s image. Slaneesh has gifted me with much.”

Iylia awaited her loves’ response, anticipating the fiery, murderous rage to envelope him at any moment. That rage never came, Jasairis merely reverted his gaze away from her. His expression remained impassive, not even the tiniest change. He remained stationary, allowing the ensuing silence between the pair to fall upon them, only to be disturbed by a relentless wind and the noise it generated. All was just as he feared it would be, now there was nothing left to him, not anymore, save a sole option, the only option.

A full minute had passed before he finally spoke, this time firmly, but solemnly.

“We are now mortal enemies.”

“We are lovers!” Iylia squeaked, vainly blinking her watery eyes to stem the stream of rushing tears.

“No longer.”

“It’s not too late…forget the blinding rays of the sun. The sparkling moon awaits to cast its holy aura upon you.”

“The time has come, and it is gone. It has fallen like the setting sun on the distant horizon. Like the moon, which will always bear witness to the sun’s light, strives to be like the sun. It glows with a majestic beauty when the sun falls, but in the end it knows that it can never be like the sun, for it only shines because of the sun, and a sea of stars in night sky. Without the aid of the stars, the moon is exposed in its true, honest form: a dark, barren, wasteland, a rock devoid of life destined to eternally dwell in jealousy among the sun. I guess that’s one way of viewing damnation.”

“You are a fool!” Iylia spat in a venomous hiss, her thin lips stretching from cheek to cheek in a gleeful smile, revealing a glittering set of perfect teeth, and a glimpse of insanity. “We are mortal enemies…” The priestess snarled as she entered a combat stance, running a hand of the hilt of her sheathed katana. “Will you slay me, love? Can you? I pray that you can, its no fun to dance with a partner with a soul uninvolved, it leaves you…out of sync.”

Jasairis remained silent, he had prepared for this moment, masterfully suppressing whatever feelings his body was experiencing at the moment. Both of his hands unconsciously snaked their way to the holsters of his prized pair of golden revolvers concealed beneath his jacket and he readied himself. No looking back, a deep inhale, a loud exhale.

Iylia spotted her moment of opportunity and sprung forward with a speed no human eye could easily spot. Even so, she had narrowly planted her first foot ahead of her before the loyalist before her flipped out both of his handheld weapons, raising his arms and leveling them in one fluid motion.

Numerous birds scattered in random directions, spurred to a quick escape from the resounding thunderclap that pierced the silence…

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