Advocate of the Broken Seal-
The Caged God
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She closed the thick leather bound book with weary finality and slowly set it aside on the table beside the large bed where she was sitting.
It was nighttime in the kingdom of Sindria and while all other residents of the kingdom were celebrating out in the village with the king and his generals somewhere- while she had been reading for hours underneath the wane silvery light of the moon while some others slept.
Her long dark blue-ish colored hair, slipping loosely over her slender shoulders as she moved forward and then sat back and rested her elbows on her knees with her back bowed slightly and her shoulder's hunched. Making her appear much, much smaller and more fragile than she actually was.
She was growing tired, she recognized this as the warning that it was. The end was coming up fast. There was no longer any denying nor ignoring it.
She was an ancient- well- truth be told she was actually, beyond ancient.
She had lived eons both in the old world, and in this strange new one. The new world that her dead father had used the last of his great power to create. After which, she spent many hundreds upon thousands of years locked away inside of the Sacred Palace with the djinn Ugo just so that she would be sheltered from her inevitable fate.
But of course by the time the flow of the time in the new world had slowed to a crawl- she had decided to leave the Sacred Palace to investigate the abnormalities cropping up within the world outside of her pretty new gilded cage.
It was after all, for the best for the world...as well as poor Ugo's mental health.
And because of her travels, she had met and befriended some wonderful children. Though her physical body appeared like that of a young 'boy'. It was only given that appearance because of the horrible debacle that she had suffered in the other world.
Where she had been captured, placed in chains, and kept by several men for the expressed purpose of being used to breed super soldiers. Which she had.
Birthed children, I mean. And they were both great and terrible, her little ones. In total out of the first fifty years she had spent in captivity, she had birthed more than a hundred and thirteen children.
So far, since the old world's collapse- she had only three that had survived the war that had destroyed their world, and killed everyone and everything in it.
Which was fine, god knew that she had shed her fair share of blood during that dark time just to prevent them from being taken from her like each of their siblings had been. She had grown so weary of birthing children only to have them killed before they reached adulthood.
In this world, though she no longer had to worry about such things overly much. In this world, her little ones- they were superior beings called magi.
And in this world, she had no choice but to make herself appear as one of them, even after everything she had gone through to erase the memories of two- the memories of her eldest son had remained to the point where if they were to pass on the street, he would still greet her as his mother.
She was an anomaly. Unpredictable in every way. She had to be this way. It was the only way to survive what was coming. The on coming storm- It would tear the very foundations of this world apart and send all people into descending madness and chaos.
And then...everything would die.
Sighing, she scrubbed her little face with her hands and took a moment to think before coming to the conclusion that she would have to leave soon.
Glancing back over her shoulder at the two sleeping kids on the bed. Alibaba, and Morgiana. They were both as dear to her as her biological children. But she wouldn't be able to stay with them much longer without finally letting them see the real her.
The physical form that she locked away with a majority of her power.
The seal that hid her in plain sight was cracking.
And once it completely shattered...god help her, but everyone would know what it was that she kept hidden. The god mark will finally be seen again. And once it was seen, any and all who coveted power would seek her out. To capture and imprison, and bend her to their will in any way that they could.
And if that should happen- History will repeat itself. Again and again for nothing. Because for once in her extremely long life, she had no plans to bow to anyone ever again. If anyone did bow- it would be them. She thought to herself as her normally dark blue eyes began to glow with white-ish blue light, as her bones started to vibrate underneath her skin until they were practically humming with her power.
Yes- she would leave soon. Before the seal broke and her current form was ripped to pieces only to reform. It was for the best for everyone if she she'd went someplace far, far away where no one knew her for a time.
Hearing one of the children behind her shift and sit up on the bed, she closed her eyes and forced her power back so that her bones stopped humming and her eyes stopped glowing as she heard Alibaba mutter her male name and ask what was wrong.
She held her breath for a moment as she tried to figure out how to respond to his question when she heard a soft thud of a body flopping back into place and huffed a little bit in exasperation when she heard his snoring resume and quietly exhaled the breath that she hadn't realized that she had been holding as she slowly eased herself back until her head was resting just above Alibaba's stomach, and slowly forced herself to relax so that she could finally get some sleep.
Her last conscious thoughts were- Yes, she would have to leave soon.
Perhaps within a week's time if she could convince Sinbad to help her. She would have to speak with him sometime tomorrow since he would likely retire around midmorning or so from the festivities in the village though. Possibly while he still had a hangover since she knew from personal experience that the man would agree to anything just to cut down on the sounds that make the pounding in his head stop.
And that included having pesky 'children' attempt to barter with him in really high pitched tones.
