Lynessa
Manakete
"I am glad Ilia doesn't have summer..."
Posts: 92
Profession: Tavern owner, housewife
Affinity: Ice
Dragon Element: Ice
OoC Alias: Mana
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Post by Lynessa on Aug 7, 2014 3:20:51 GMT -6
It had been a thousand years since that day.... -----------------------1000 years ago----------------------- The mountain was shaken by a terrifying roar. A big blue dragon was struggling for her live against a group of humans. Her fangs were colored crimson from their blood while their weapons became dark red from dragon blood. Some part of her scales had been broken and numerous arrows pierced her flesh but the mighty creature continued fighting with ferocity befitting a dragon. She was usually elegant and calm but being pushed into a corner had brought out the wild beast inside her. The humans, probably gaining courage from their recent win in the war, attacked and attacked until the dragon became exhausted. The humans managed to bind her by throwing some chains. Although it wasn't enough to completely immobilize her, it gave enough opening for those humans to use their heavy weapons like ballista and magic to damage her. Some of them even possessed anti-dragon weapons. Even a mighty dragon would eventually fall after enduring tenacious barrage of attacks. Her emerald eyes showed fear as she sensed death drawing near. After giving a last roar she then abandoned her mighty form and switched to humanoid form. Diminishing her size freed the ice dragon from the chains but the humans wasn't startled as they sent their fighters to rush at her. It was a disgrace for her pride to turn her back to the enemies but she didn't have much choice. The weakened dragon woman drew what left from her power to boost her speed, leaving the pursuer behind. But she then stumbled and fell. "If only my right wing isn't badly injured I could have escaped easily," she thought as her back leaned against the snowy ground. The ice dragon seemed to have lost hope, she had used all her stamina only to run this far. Her weak eyes traced the stars in the sky. At least she would die while looking at this beautiful stars. The bloodthirsty shouts filled the air as the humans approached from all sides. "So this is it..." she thought. However, it seemed it wasn't her time yet. The humans were ambushed, their line crumbled in a second when a white figure rushed in with a big scythe in her hand. It was probably an angel...The white figure was a woman, a female dragon, and judging from the scent she was probably an ice dragon. How to describe this scenery? The wounded dragon could only watch in awe as her savior danced around the mob. The scythe cut down everything. The white angel moved with the elegance of a princess and the sharpness of a accomplished warrior, showing no mercy everytime the scythe took another life. A white angel....white angel of death. The humans weren't sure when they started to focus on the newcomer and forget about their weakened prey. But it would have been better if they ran way already, because no one of them would live to tell the tale after this. ------------------------Present---------------------- "Just like that time..." Lynessa looked up the sky, watching every white falling objects. One landed on her cheek as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the cold through her skin. The snow had fallen too in her first meeting with someone, who later formed strong sisterly bond with the ice dragon. Lynessa continued her walk, brushing the snow off her violet hair as every steps led her closer to her secret place. Lynessa couldn't stop smiling as she arrived in a cave. This place barely changed even after a thousand years. Her hand traced the rocky wall as she reminisced "that time". Her first time talking with her savior in this cave, who later also became her sister and mentor. "Lidith....where are you now? Did you cross to the other world? Or you went to that Arcadia?" she asked. Of course no one would answer her question because she was the only one here. This place was deep into the mountain and probably only unlucky travelers would stumble here by accident. Since her awakening she had always come here every year as if she would meet "her" here. Foolish maybe, but this place held precious memories for her so she wanted to keep coming here for that reason. Lidith had saved her from death, she even tended her wound for days in this cave. The ice dragon then walked inside. She smiled when she saw some drawing left in the wall. That time they had often carved some stupid images in the wall after they finished discussing and planning Lidith's ambitious plan to unite humans and dragons. "And for some reason we came here often. We made this place our secret base just like you suggested. Idiot...You were like a child sometimes. But I always liked that side of you..." she muttered to herself, smiling.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2014 4:00:01 GMT -6
The austere majesty of... Ilia, the mortals called it now, was warmly familiar in its glacial chill. Perhaps the first thing she had felt in this new world that was anything like the one she had known and loved. The slowly drifting snowflakes drowned out the sky and covered the earth, an endless deluge of gentle beauty seeped in nostalgia. Lidith pressed onwards, struggling a little as she stepped through the icy tundra; not from cold or difficulty in navigating the frozen world that was once her homeland, but from sheer exhaustion at the overbearing weight at her back. The scythe she had so casually wielded for most of her life was now dead weight, a burden rather than a boon - and yet she had not been able to leave it behind, not with what it meant to her, the truth it represented.
Was that foolish? She didn't know. The ancient manakete wasn't sure she cared to even think about it. Certainly she could find another weapon eventually, and lugging around something that weighed this much was foolhardy at best in her much-diminished state... but an inability to leave well enough alone defined her, did it not? She smiled, an ethereal, sad look that did not reach her eyes. Perhaps she truly was the fool so many had accused her of. A relic trapped in the past, ensnared by her own memories; willpower and stubbornness were but two sides of the same coin, and she the metal in between. And here she was, wasting her time searching for hope that had died along with her dreams.
A fossilized fool. It had a nice ring to it. Lidith chuckled to herself, quietly, a sound that barely reached her own ears and certainly no further. How the mighty had fallen! The Reaper herself unable to wield her own scythe; the eternal idealist faced with the failure of all she had hoped to achieve; the political mastermind unable to achieve even a temporary truce, much less a complete cessation of hostilities. Where once she had exuded only strength, in the privacy of her own mind, Lidith was faced with her own weakness. Fear, disappointment, doubt.
"Ha..." she sighed, deeply, expelling the air from her lungs in order to take in a bracing breath of icy oxygen from the frozen air. Imagine what Caelduin would say if he saw her here, feeling sorry for herself! What would Lynessa think to see her brave older sister so much less than she once was, a mere child in strength, her mind in shambles? So many faces, and even more names.
All of them dead.
It was a sobering thought, and not one she cared to follow to its logical conclusion. She had heard... rumors of dragon activity, but humanity as a whole seemed to believe her kind entirely extinct, and Lidith was inclined to assume they were mostly right. Oh, certainly a few would have survived as she had, and if those cowards had ever made that ridiculous sanctuary of Arcadia there were doubtless more - but she cared little for those so small-minded as to accept their fate to vanish into irrelevance. She had been more diplomatic in declining the invitation, of course - no need to burn possible future bridges - but the ice manakete refused to respect those who possessed power but misused it so greatly. It was the duty of the strong to protect the weak, to use that power to benefit others.
Ah... yes. This was the place. Her arrival interrupted Lidith's progressively-darkening thought process, her imbalanced emotions still in flux ever since awakening. So much to get used to in this strange new atmosphere, devoid of magic, devoid of life. What had humans done to Elibe? Had the Scouring truly done such damage to the world itself that the scars would never heal? The Legendary Weapons... was their power even greater than she had suspected?
Straining against its titanic weight, Lidith reached behind herself, gripping the ebon handle of her weapon with one hand, pulling it away from its makeshift fastenings while smoothly moving her other hand to attempt to support the weight. How depressing. What had once been an integral part of her existence, now a burden? She almost wanted to hurl it away in petty spite, but was stopped by the even more pathetic realization that she could do little more than drop it.
But this was the mouth of the cave, she was sure of it. No unnatural light inside that she could see, no signs of life... it was she feared, wasn't it? Lidith almost thoughtlessly let the scythe slip in her grasp, subconsciously expecting it to drop so the butt of the handle nearly touched the ground, as she always had. She had forgotten her strength; her grip was utterly insufficient, the massive weapon impacting the ground in a loud crack that splintered stone and drove through what had once been solid rock, continuing for a few inches before coming to a sudden halt.
...Well, at least she didn't have to think about where to leave it now. With a wry smile, the ancient manakete carefully leaned it against the wall it was already near. It certainly wasn't going anywhere but down. Even if there were mortals nearby... which of them would have the strength to take it?
Dropping both arms to her side, Lidith stared listlessly into the cave for a moment, unable to see beyond the bend that she knew quite well lead to the room she had spent so much time in. Now that she was already here, it was all the harder to just... walk in and confirm what she suspected, that no one had visited within a thousand years, that her sister was dead, that her last hope had been put to rest along with her in that tomb in Lycia. How quaint. She had gone to all the trouble to come here, and now she was hesitating to even do what she had come here for.
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Lynessa
Manakete
"I am glad Ilia doesn't have summer..."
Posts: 92
Profession: Tavern owner, housewife
Affinity: Ice
Dragon Element: Ice
OoC Alias: Mana
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Post by Lynessa on Aug 22, 2014 13:03:38 GMT -6
It was the same like her recent meeting with those two dragons, the first since her awakening. Something ticked her. There was a familiar feeling...or aura...stroking her snow white skin. "Nayru? Taiel?" she guessed. It had been centuries so the ice dragon needed some time to confirm Lidith's presence. No...Lynessa might have realized it since the beginning, she was simply having hard time believing and accepting the facts.
"No....It can't be...." The realization hit her hard. Lynessa was afraid to turn around, fearing that it was just a false alarm. However, the ice dragon finally found some courage to peek, looking behind from the corner of her eyes. Her reptilian eyes, which was the result of half-transforming, pierced the darkness as they looked at a lone figure standing in the mouth of the cave. It seemed fate was in the ice dragon's side for today. Or it could be just a coincidence?
"I haven't forgotten her smell, those eyes, and her angelic figure."
Lynessa then approached Lidith until they were in the range where they could see each other clearly. "Sis?" A single word escaped her trembled lips. Wow! Her big sister still looked totally same. For a moment, the violet-haired woman almost believed this was one of those hallucinations happened when someone missed their loved one so much. Her cool expression crumbled as her feeling burst out. Lynessa's feet refused to move for some reason, maybe because of the great shock she received. "No way....please tell me you are real..." she muttered weakly. The ice dragon didn't have the courage to approach and hug Lidith. If she was a hallucination, the shock would be too great for Lynessa to bear. A confirmation, answer, or maybe a simple nod, was desperately needed for her to be sure.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2014 2:23:03 GMT -6
"Lyn...essa...?"
Gone was the strength and poise that she had once held unflinching against the world, the confidence that she wore as an impregnable shield, the unrelenting determination that had made her who she was. Physically she looked the same, even her pose was as rigidly upright as usual, but there was a sense of exhaustion, of bleariness and confusion, that hung around her like a cloud; it made strength into weakness, poisoned her words with hesitation and tore them in twain. Whatever there was left of her, it was less than she had once been.
And what else could she been than less? Her power was - gone. She had discovered that quickly enough upon awakening. The world was a broken wasteland compared to the majesty and life it had once held. Humans frittered away their minuscule lifespans on the most pointless of wars and arguments, rather than finding even greater value in their intrinsically brighter but shorter lives. Those she had known were dead and gone, or forever hiding like the cowards they were, and she... she was a ghost out of time.
But she had Lynessa, now, and that was more important than all the rest combined.
"You live...?" Putting together even those two words was a thousand times harder than it should have ever been, but it felt as though color returned to the world, as if there was still something worth caring about that remained from the world she had known and loved. Her voice picked up, grew in strength and diction as she continued. "Then there is yet hope remaining in this twisted mockery of Elibe."
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Lynessa
Manakete
"I am glad Ilia doesn't have summer..."
Posts: 92
Profession: Tavern owner, housewife
Affinity: Ice
Dragon Element: Ice
OoC Alias: Mana
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Post by Lynessa on Aug 23, 2014 18:00:51 GMT -6
That voice! She spoke with the same voice that had spoke, consoled, or scolded her in the past. The voice of a certain woman Lynessa had looked up as her big sister. the ice dragon couldn't avert her eyes from the white figure. If this person in front of her was hallucination then....No, it was too real to be an hallucination.
It was rare even for her family to see Lynessa lost her cool, but now she seemed to not able to hold the eruption in her heart anymore. Of course she still felt afraid Lidith would disappear if touched, but the courage to move started to return. The steps were slow and lack the elegancy she usually showed. "Yes..." she muttered a short reply for the other dragon. Who could have guessed that the yearly visit to this special cave would produce a miracle? A unbelievable meeting with the person she was supposed to lament for. She thought Lidith was....was....dead or gone forever.
The last thread that holding her from running to Lidith was finally broken when Lynessa made up her mind and decided to boldly run to the silver-haired woman. It was only a few steps but it felt like a trip around the continent would have been much shorter. "Sis! Lidith! I miss you!" she sprinted toward Lidith and threw her arms around the older dragon. It seemed Lynessa was too emotional and failed to control herself. The ice dragon put too much power that Lidith would have to stand strong to prevent her little sis from pushing her down. Falling to the snow didn't sound too bad, though. "It's real! It's real!......You don't disappear! You are real! I can't believe it! How could you....? You never came here before. W-Why now?" There were infinite questions that needed answer. Well, maybe they didn't. The answer was less important than the fact that the sisters were reunited by fate. "Aaaargh! I don't care anymore........I am happy to see you again! I am happy to have you in my arms like this!" The usually calm woman had become a crybaby as she continued hugging tightly to confirm that it wasn't a dream.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2014 22:37:24 GMT -6
Lynessa might notice that her stoically immovable sister rocked slightly upon impact. Lidith certainly did. Where once she could have stood fast against any assault, now she couldn't even be a bastion of unchanging familiarity to her sister in spirit, if not in blood. Or maybe Lynessa had hit harder than usual, she honestly wasn't sure, which was perhaps all the more depressing. But it was difficult to be depressed when she was so happy to have something go right since her awakening.
Sometimes reality was stranger than fantasy, though. Heh. Lidith slowly wrapped her arms around her smaller sister, the downy fur enclosing her as it had so very long ago. "I'm sorry, Lynessa." Her tone was soothing, affectionate, like very few others who had ever known her would recognize as a part of the frigid manakete. "I slept for a long time, wrapped in the gossamer chains of an endless dream."
She had planned to awaken to a more peaceful Elibe. Certainly the Scouring would have ended in a thousand years or so, and the world would have returned to what it had once been. That had been the hope, anyways, and like many of her hopes it had died screaming during her conversations with Luke, and later other mortals as she ascertained what had changed in the world. "You should know by now that you can't get rid of me that easily. But... I am sorry for making you wait."
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Lynessa
Manakete
"I am glad Ilia doesn't have summer..."
Posts: 92
Profession: Tavern owner, housewife
Affinity: Ice
Dragon Element: Ice
OoC Alias: Mana
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Post by Lynessa on Aug 24, 2014 6:36:47 GMT -6
"You what?" Lynessa looked up to Lidith. So the other dragon had chose to slept and waited for the war to end too. Funny...They had shared the same idea without communicating with each other. Lynessa was doing both sobbing and giggling as she listened to her sister's explanation. "Let me tell you this. I did the same. I hid and sealed myself in an eternal sleep," she said. "If only we knew, we could have slept together in the same place so at least we would have woke up together. You always move too much in your sleep but I think I would have been okay with that." Although Lynessa naturally wouldn't mind the cold due to her elemental nature, she felt the air around them get warmer for some reason. Or maybe it was her imagination that caused by her frozen heart melting in this heartwarming reunion. "I want to talk to you. I have many questions. I have a lot of this I want to tell you. But please....just let me hold you like this for a few minutes." Maybe if she had started talking and asking it would take days for her to be satisfied. That could wait. For now, Lynessa just wanted to make sure it wasn't a dream by feeling Lidith in her arms.
Lynessa continued hugging her sister for a minutes like she had asked. "Maybe I am the one who should apologize. I shouldn't have given up and continued searching for you. I woke up around....25 years ago I think, that's a lot of time to search for you." Her words were genuine. The violet-haired woman truly regretted she hadn't done through search. Well, she had thought Lidith had gone to the other world beyond the gate, or sadly had become a victim of the war.
"You still look totally same...maybe a bit thin but still the same angel who saved me that day." The ice dragon smiled as she commented. It was hard to tell whether Lidith changed or not because they hadn't met for 1000 years, actually. "Which is good...I still remember you complained that you had gained some weight the last time we met, which was a very very long time ago." Uups...wrong topic. Lidith might not like being called fat.
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