Monday, November 10, 2008

"I love you"

I fell in love with a song, AND with my own drawing of Doubt and Arousal, so I am doing a part with those two before Grief Part 2.
Also, I would like to already now warn you, it will be cute and romantic, and possibly hold a scene or two some of your out there might find incredibly silly or sweet, so watch it, you might actually like this story ^^

Here goes.
Oh and by the way, since a friend made me realize that this might not make sense to some...
Doubt and Liria is the same person, she is simply given a new name after passing her trials as one of the Nine, as well as Tekael being the same person as Arousal.
Sorry for the missunderstandings, I hope to one day enlighten you guys in my twisted mind and stuff might make sense :P
For now, just enjoy...

I was made for loving you

Snow white hair wailed in the wind, long and silk, thin hair, that seemed should break when looked upon. Delicate white skin, covered by a white blanket. She was pale as the snow, fitting since she was a child of same. Her icy blue eyes stared out in front of her, watching the sun rise in the mist of morning. Her lips trembled and she was cold, but she enjoyed it out here, it was quiet and silent. Her skinny body shivered as the wind caressed her bare skin. The bones down her spine visible and she could surely break by a light push. Her ears twitched by a sound behind her, a male voice speaking lightly "Liri, love, what are you doing out here?" She didn't face the man behind her, old and wise, she knew he only wanted her the best. "Nothing father, just enjoying a morning" her father sighed at her, and she could hear he didn't leave "Liria, please, get into your bed, you'll get even more sick, he is not coming…" She shook her head lightly, her hair falling into her face, tears caressed her cheeks with small rivers. "I know he will father. I just know it". Her father, wise and loving as he was, walked towards her, but she raised a pale hand "I'll get inside" she slowly spoke and he nodded to her. "Your mother prepared some soup and tea to warm you" she could hear him leave after his last words and returned to gazing upon the sunset, was it true? Was he really not going to show up?
Her pale, dry hand softly removed the tears from her eyes and she turned to her home, looking upon the building. Tekael didn't… did he really betray her like this?
She shook her head once more but a cough fought its way to her lips and she had to get out with it, coughing heavily. The snow by her feet became red as blood fell from the hand she had tried to cover her mouth with. She was ill and dying, how could being out here make it worse? She was dying already and she would only welcome death with open arms. Like all the other children of winter, she would die early, give no birth to children and never become adult. She knew that was her right by birth and she wouldn't blame her parents for it, it was no one's fault but the gods.
Her mother had prepared a meal for her but she ate nothing of it, just sipped from the warm tea and stared out the window, doubting if she'd ever see him again, Tekael… her hands were trembling even though she was inside and the cold of her body never left her, even here, the curse of winter had been upon her for three half-wheels now and she was certain she had only very little time left before the inevitable. Before her parents could bury her.
Her mother followed her to her bed, she had warmed the sheets and made sure it was all nice for her little daughter, her only child. Liria thanked her with a nod and crawled back to the bed that had been her home for a wheel's time now. Tekael had watched over her the whole time and she didn't blame him for leaving her side. After all, he was young and needed a love, and she was dying in her bed.
Sleep came upon her quickly, strange, after all, she did nothing but sleep these days.
She woke as warmth came upon her, an unexpected but welcome warmth. The shape of an other body as a fully dressed man almost collapsed next to her. She felt his arms around her, though he allowed her the sheets for herself, not wanting to steal any of the warmth it provided for her. She smiled lightly, opening her eyes to look upon him. His golden hair was a mess and he had already closed his eyes. She gently caressed his soft cheek, looking upon him as he tiredly opened his eyes. Eyes that used to be burning with such a sparkle of life, eyes that were now dull and sad. She knew what had caused this and she pitied him his love to her. If he had only left, he wouldn't be this sad. Though he smiled at her, she could see all his energy gone, all his joyful mood vanished, he was no longer a Child of the Sun, he was dying more than she.
Gently she kissed his nose, whispering to him "Close your eyes and you'll see how happy you used to be". He wrinkled his nose lightly, looking at her with the expression of only a true lover's. His hand stroke through her hair, watching her weak soul. She had been his only priority since the illness, and she still was.

When she woke again that next sunbreak, he was gone.

Pride frowned at the kid in front of him. The boy was a child, was this really what the oracle wanted him to train? This kid was the new Arousal? He frowned again and snorted at the kid. The boy stood, stubbornly in front of the scary Pride without even the slightest hint of fear in his burning, sun-yellow eyes. Pride turned his back on the kid, resting his hand upon the handle of his sword. "Why do you want this willingly? I know the Oracle picked you, but never before have anyone wanted by heart to become one of the Nine!" The boy looked down "I want the power to save a life" Pride laughed "The power to save lives? Kid we don't save lives… he kill… Get lost!" but the boy stayed, shaking his head "No.. Not lives.. Just one life Master…" Pride turned around, it had been a while since someone had last called him master. "What life in particular?" the young iriel did have his attention now "A girl's life eh?".

Arousal raced to the house. He had only been home in T'lorel for half an hour but the word had spread to him instantly as he had reached the gates of the majestic city. He was allowed entrance of course, the high family of Loi'virel respected him and being a member of the Nine also gave quite some respect around the world.
He pushed away servants on his way inside the mighty mansion and ran as quickly as possible up to her bedroom, but it was the truth… She was indeed gone, buried and dead.
His face changed from worried to desperately crying as Tekael fell to his knees, hiding his face against his thighs. His hands slammed against the floor, frustration, anger, hate. Arousal rose to his feet, pulled his sword from it's holder on his back. Fire blazed behind him as he left her room, making it burn good. He cut his way trough servants and guards, burning everything on his way. No one could stop him as he went on a rampage. Her father, a respected magician rushed towards Arousal to stop him and Tekael smirked as he saw the despair in the eyes of the man now hanging upon his sword. He heard the sound of metal penetrating flesh and bone, and he stared death into the eyes.

Speaking of death, a little girl walked out of a shadow outside the house, holding her teddy close and looking up at Pride, she spoke slowly, as if every word she said needed first to be found in her mind. "So he passed?" Pride smirked at her and nodded "With blazing colors. Every bridge is burned, his love is gone, he is now alone and ready to receive his mark." The girl but nodded, looking at the flames. "I see you are here to enjoy my triumph" Pride spoke again, still looking at the burning house. Death shook her head "I am here on my own business. The Oracle send me, Doubt is dead, I am here to collect the next" Pride looked down at her "Why was I not informed of that?" Death shrugged "I wonder why Pride, I really do!" She smirked and Pride thought of reading her mind, but decided not to, last time he did so, he saw the horror of this girl's twisted universe and he sure didn't feel like going there again.

Arousal was sitting in his own room inside the Oracle home. His eyes fixed upon his sword as he cleaned it. He didn't hear anyone at the door before there was knocked upon it. His focus still fixed on his blade as he mumbled "Who is it?" a soft voice from the other side, he recognized it instantly and a sting of pain deep down in his heart made him look up at the door "I am your new sister and I was told by Anger to go introduce myself to you" Tekael arose from his bed, walking towards the door, opening it slowly. She was standing in the hallway, so elegant and immaculate, he could hardly breathe. Her ice blue eyes looked upon him in a questioning manner, then she bowed her head lightly "I am Doubt". His eyes went from overjoyed to sad, she didn't remember him… But she was alive and that was all that mattered. He nodded lightly and looked behind him, into his little sanctuary "Want to come in and have a seat? Tell me about yourself?" She spoke humbly, first sounding like she didn't agree to, but after seconds of thought she allowed herself to enter.
Closing the door behind him, he looked upon her in question. She didn't remember him after all and he felt pain in his chest once again. She was so beautiful, even now. Her skin as porcelain and her hair as silky and beautiful as he remembered her. Even the scent around her was the same. She fiddled with her dress, nervously, and he didn't know what he was doing before he was searching inside her mind, only to find nothing but darkness and confusing thoughts that made no sense at all. He blinked a few times, she was looking at him.
He glanced out the window for a second, then at her "So who is your trainer?" he asked, sitting down on his bed, he had that one chair she had decided to sit upon, a small table next to the chair, and his bed. His room was small and no decorations were upon the wall. He could have had any room he wanted, yet he choose this because he liked it the most.
"Death… Death is my master" he frowned lightly and shook his head "No one's your master, you're as strong as them, they are just a guide for now." she smiled invisibly by his words. "I am a failure already I am afraid. I… I am sorry for saying that, but I am. I shouldn't be here in the first place" he studied her "Then where?" he asked, raising a golden eyebrow "I… I am looking for someone.. Important to me" he suddenly smiled hopefully. "Who?" "My father" she said and he gulped lightly "Your father?" She nodded "My father…" "Oh…" she fiddled with her dress still and he slowly arose from his bed, standing in front of her. "I hope you'll find him" he spoke, looking out the window. She left the chair to stand next to him, looking at his face "I… I should leave…" her head bowed downwards humbly and he nodded lightly "I'll see you Liria" he spoke before he thought of it, she stopped by the door, not yet opening it "… How did you know my name?" She whispered, her voice hardly hearable, but he heard her. "I… That was your name? Heh… eh"

His hands trailed down her soft, cold skin. Her back had the perfect curve and she looked just like he had remembered her. Every inch of her body had been untouched since then and he leaned his body against hers, his lips gently kissing her skin. She giggled sweetly, a titter from her lips as she turned to face him. Her beautiful face looking up into his golden eyes and Tekael felt like a boy again. "I've missed you" She slowly spoke, her voice so soft and amazingly sweet. "I love you Liri" her tiny, white body moved upwards as she lifted herself up and sitting. He sat up next to her, gently caressing her shoulders with his rough fingers against cotton skin. She leaned against his chest, closing her eyes lightly, her naked body so small compared to his, he was strong and tall compared to his kinsmen and her shape was skinny and tiny, it made him want to protect her from everything. He smelled her hair and kissed her hair lightly, wrapping his arms around her small body, sheltering her from any harm. Teasingly he ran a hand down her small, firm breast, having it bounce happily as he poked it with a finger, hearing her giggle at him warmed his heart and he closed his eyes, whispering "I love you till the end Liria" she moved to sit across on his lap, looking into his golden eyes, asking with a whisper, as if her words were too fragile for her to speak them aloud. "Do you really?" he nodded truthfully and kissed her lips gently "I do, I love you Liria, no matter what happens I'll always love you" she nodded lightly, sliding her hands down his strong chest. "and I you, in the afterlife as well as now". Strong arms pulled her close as he rested his head upon her shoulder. And Tekael cried, not out of pain, but out of joy and love.

Anger smiled lightly to Death and went standing from her official chair "I guess the Oracle work in secret ways huh?" Death grinned "Hardly Anger, they knew already... Arousal works better when he's in love. And Doubt... Well they are the perfect match".

Sunday, November 9, 2008

Grief Part 1

This part one out of three about the creation if Grief. There are a lot of new characters here that i have yet to propper introduce, but no worries, soon you'll know them as well as everyone else. The Nine is an old organization in my world but it is first now, that every member of the group is revealed. I hope you enjoy this part one, though it is not as fast forward and filled with action as my normal work, it is a begining and therefore a lot of it is introduction.


The Summoning.

Grief is a multi-faceted response to loss. Although conventionally focused on the emotional response to loss, it also has physical, cognitive, behavioral, social, and philosophical dimensions. Common to human experience is the death of a loved one, whether it be a friend, family, or other close companion, and in fact the word "grief" comes from the same root as "grave."

Pride had been the perfect choice and he knew it, already before the Oracle had seen the future and the Translators had decided upon what to make of the Oracle's vision, Pride had known that he would be the one chosen for this upcoming assignment. He was the most trustworthy and the most reliable, he was the strongest, the smartest and the best of the nine and the worth of calling all of them for the meeting was to him pointless but he didn't question it out loud, he was loyal, the one most loyal to the oracle.
Entering the hall of decisions, his eyes welcomed the homely place. He had spend years inhere, conversing, and it had been a shelter and home where no where else had. Forty-four paintings were hanging, all of them showing the nine trough five generations. Only one painting was missing, there had already been made a spot for the newest member, Grief, and Pride hoped that he would be able to create a strong Grief, and a Grief he could control better than the last one.
He was the first one there, he always was, and he sat himself into his chair by the oval table, behind his painting, there was plenty of room in the hall, and he remembered his years of training inhere, sleeping and eating with his four companions, yes, they had only been four when he had been training, for not all of the nine die at the same time, and replacements are found as soon as one is needed.
The doors opened, and his purple, iris-less eyes studied the entering figure. She was dressed in a dress for once, Anger only did that when there was called upon her by the highest, but Pride found it a shame, she was beautiful in a dress and he almost envied her that, had he only been born a woman with his strengths as a man, he would have been perfect, women had one thing men didn't… charm. She nodded a greeting to him and sat down with her own painting behind her as it was custom.
He heard footsteps and once again eyed the entrance. Death entered. Her hair had reached her hips by now, and though it had been quite a while since Pride had last seen her, the only thing changed was the length of her hair. She was dragging a doll with her, the doll almost larger than the little child. Her all black eyes stared out in front of her and it was hard to see if she was looking in any particular direction. She crawled up to sit on her chair, pulling her large doll with her, then smiled at Anger and waved childishly, Anger slightly returned the wave, though she didn't seem as cheerful as the child, then again, it was hard to be more cheerful than Death, she was always so… jolly.
Two more people, but this time he didn't have to turn his head in order to know who entered. Sin dragging his feet was a sound easy to recognize, and Obsidian had a certain aura around him when he was in the room, Pride didn't know what it was, but the Winn disgusted him.
They both sat down, Sin next to Death, he instantly started chatting with her about how her day had been so far, but Pride didn't pay much attention to Sin in general and ignored them for now. He didn't understand what Obsidian was doing here, sure he was the only one able to control Sin, yet he was no part of the Nine and shouldn't be allowed inhere. Then again, Pride already knew that he would be picked for this, the Oracle had to pick him, so he hardly saw the difference.
A laughter ran trough the hallways, maniacs crackle coming closer and Pride frowned to himself. If there was one person he could stand less than Sin it would be Obsidian, but his disliking towards the Winn was nothing compared to how much he hated the incoming lunatic. Chaos was today in quite the mood as he jumped into the room, the powers of an acrobatic as he leaped into the air, flipped around, twisted and tumbled before landing on the back of his chair, balancing on one feet. He bowed down and flickered a hand in the air as a polite greeting. With the elegancy only the most slender felines possessed, he jumped off the back, landing in sitting position into his chair, smirking at Sin. Sin laughed lightly, speaking to Chaos "Then you could make it brother! Haven't seen you in while!" Chaos placed both his feet upon the table, leaning back into almost laying position, he nodded lightly "Yea Sin, Life's too short for family reunions" Sin laughed lightly and returned to his conversation with Death.
If it hadn't been for Pride's perfect hearing, he wouldn't have heard Doubt enter. She was walking on feet covered in light, white cloth. Her skinny, tiny body wrapped in a dress of white silk and her hair covered by a cowl. Her porcelain face as always lost from any expression and Pride always had a hard time removing his thoughts from hers, she was unable to read, even to him, and her mind as closed as her face. All of the Nine could read each other's minds. All but Doubt's mind. It was always silent and closed, unable to enter.
Arousal was right behind Doubt as always, those two walked together and only Arousal might have a little insight of Doubt's person, then again, he might know as little as everyone else, Pride didn't credit Arousal of anything useful and he was hardly able to crack the mind of the young serestian, though Arousal himself was an iriel, and those two had at least race in common, Pride didn't believe being blooded with the Sun would help Arousal closer to Doubt. Arousal was dressed in green for today's gathering, and it was surely dressings made by the serestian people, finest cloth there is. Arousal himself had his blonde, golden hair pulled back in a ponytail and his characteristic, carved face indicated and fully noticed that way. His burning, orange eyes seemed tired, and Pride came to wonder what Doubt and Arousal had been up to lately.
The last of the Nine finally made his entrance. War was today as always in his armor, a sword strapped to his belt and a large polearm in his hand. He was the only one allowed weapons inside, because War never left them anywhere and not even the guardians of the Oracle could remove his weapons from him, then again, he did carry the mark of War, he was supposed to be warlike wasn't he? War snorted and took his seat, as soon as all places were taken by their rightful owner, the door closed, and the Nine's markings appeared in front of them upon the table, shining with a magic light.

A guardian appeared out of nowhere, standing by the door. Even though the Nine were created by the Oracle and all of them had pledged loyalty to same, a guardian were always posted, one could never know with both Sin and Chaos around. Those two were terrible together and could come up with any impossible idea as long as it was random and insane enough.
The guardian didn't speak, he couldn't as their tongues are cut out at birth. His eyes sewn shut and his bald head covered in markings of the Oracle. This particular guardian was protecting the Maiden of Truth, the fourth of the five Oracles, and it was her translator whom would today do the briefing. Aneren appeared in front of the closed doors, a small man for an Inix, he carried a scroll underneath his arm, his black wings not visible at the moment, and as well as the guardian and everyone else serving the Oracle as mindless puppets, his hair had been shaved off. He spoke with a voice trembling. Aneren was the youngest of the Translators and he was yet to get used to the presence of the Nine, they were indeed a dangerous as well as a colorful bunch of creations conjured by the Oracle. "The Oracle have seen, the one to gather Grief will be…" Pride could hear his name already called upon "Doubt!" Pride didn't believe it, how? Why Doubt? She was not suited for this kind of assignment? He raised a hand to protest but the Translator ignored him for now "Doubt, you will be accompanied by Anger and Chaos" Pride frowned and lowered his hand so it was not a mistake, Doubt had been chosen. "Sin, you and Obsidian are to travel to New Home and obtain a book there, the Oracle will send a guide with you." Obsidian nodded, standing behind Sin's chair. Sin smirked and leaned back into his chair, mumbling "easy cake". "Chaos, you, War and Pride are ordered to travel together to the country of Arekel, there you are to start a war, that should be easy for you" Pride frowned to himself and shock his head, unbelievable. "And the rest of you are allowed to help where you are needed, though only Doubt herself is allowed to counter Grief openly. Is that understood?" Everyone in the room nodded or replied with a yes and the Translator disappeared. The guardian bowed and opened the doors again before he vanished into thin air.

Saturday, November 1, 2008

A love story

Here we go. Not much to say but.. enjoy


Ghosts and Ruins

Raziel studied her from his quiet spot on the roof. She was out to get water, out in the morning mist. Her orange hair was messy, and her face seemed tired. He kept watching, kept on studying her. He hardly did know her name, and he had never spoken with her, but the past few months he had appeared on this spot, studying her secretly from his hiding spots. She worked at a bakery, and it seemed it was her fathers. Raziel knew her first name, only because of what he had heard, her name was Ash, or what was what people called her anyways, maybe it was a nickname. He knew it was wrong to be spying, but she had caught his interest, so many months ago, but he would not face her, ever. He knew already that he would never get to meet her.
The people of Eteka rushed around the market to get done with their morning duties, and she was like a sun between them, humble yet shining so differently between all these dull people. The Well in the middle of the centre market was her destination, and he jumped from rooftop to rooftop. She was of course unaware of his presence, everyone was, for in their world, he did not even exist.
Raziel sat like a gargoyle upon the roof of the tavern, close to the well so that he could see her perfectly. His dark cloak left his body with the wind, dancing dramatically behind him. Annoyed he pulled it down, though he knew it wouldn't bring forth their attention, they couldn't see him after all.

Snow fell from the sky and decorated the streets of Eteka. It was cold, so cold, but Raziel could hardly feel it, he was a death-speaker, he hardly knew what feelings meant if it hadn't been for Ashlana. That was her name, he had figured out a few days ago when her father had called her name. Ashlana, such a pretty name. He hadn't left his spot for months now and was hardly anything but a pile of snow sitting on a rooftop. He didn't need to eat, didn't need water or even air. He was comfortable in any position, and he had all the time in the world. So he just sat there, studying her every morning and every evening. A few times had he thought if he should go down from the roof and enter the bakery or not, but he was afraid he might ruin this tiny world.
So Raziel waited. Winter became wheel's end, wheel's end became wheelmorning, the sun took power, suddenly the snow was gone and Raziel was still sitting upon his rooftop. Studying this young girl, this goddess of his idolatry, every morning and every evening.

Raziel became obsessed with his fascination, but his fear and shy nature allowed him only to study, for almost a wheel, when the harvest came and the beginning of the second half-wheel of this young age, Raziel decided that his love would simple choke him if he did not talk with her. He jumped from his rooftop, walked trough the crowd, but no one saw him and no one turned their heads even his direction. It was like, he was invisible to them. He walked past the well and into the bakery shop, but none of them even spoke a word to him or gazed upon him. His love, Ashlana was standing by the counter, talking with a man her own age, they were laughing about something stupid. Raziel closed his fists in anger, jealousy boiled over and he stepped forward, placing a hand upon the shoulder of the man.

Darkness came suddenly and Raziel was again alone in the ghostly ruins of what had once been the mighty city Eteka. He was standing in an empty house, angry for no particular reason. There was empty, dusty and destroyed, the building had been some kind of shop but five hundred half-wheels had turned it into nothing but a pile of rumble. Raziel starred out in front of him, frustration, anger, sadness. His eyes filled with tears and for the first time in his life, mortal or immortal, the Death-speaker wept.

I know I promised something

Yea I know I promised something on the blog, and that was to dedicate the next story to Rasmus, but he's helped me too much for me to dedicate this story to him, I'd rather dedicate this story to my most humble fan, myself. Of course I am fan of my own writing, after all, why write if I didn't like the outcome? If I hated the stories? Why then write?
Well I am writing this out of pity for today is misserable, I am misserable, and I might as well write something misserable, just because I know that self pity goes a long way in this world. It is really what makes us spin around and around and around.
So I'll work on this piece of misserable tale. It will be here soon, so be ware. This is my most enjoyed style, and it might not seem like my normal work, but I like my stories sad and misserable, and almost no one wins in my world but the bad guys and the Anti-heroes.