"Broken"
Sight: Ginny
December 20th
2004
Crawford Castle
Scotland
I guess I was wrong, in more ways than I could ever have counted or feared. Some part of me expected it, but I knew that by setting this course, I would lose everything, or gain much more. Loss, such a dull word, when spoken no one notices, no one cares. Not even my mother, she who birthed me. I wonder if this was supposed to make me bitter, make me hate like the voice of Tom keeps repeating in my mind. Funny, how after the initialy pain set in, I haven't felt anything, not pain, nor agony, nor freedom. I, Allura Virginia Lindsay, once a Weasley, but no more, am no longer alive. It fits, I guess, in some truly twisted way. With the War, still raging on, in England, Harry versus Tom, Tom versus Harry, in a never ending struggle for dominance, the two warriors, petty children really, pulling an unknown number of aides into thier standoff, so many bodies, so many graves, leaving thier battleground fertile for the next Battle to feed this misbegotten land. Foolish, foolish children, wreak your playful havoc, we who rule the night, have no time for this Tomfoolery.
Shall I care who lives or dies, probably when all is said and done, but for now, it is enough that I don't.
Your Servant,
Commander Lur Lindsay
"My Lady, the master wishes you to come to the library." A small, submissive voice intoned from the door of Lur's rooms, here in the attic of the castle.
Closing her gold-bound Grimore, Lur delicately glided across the carpet, taking her black cloak off the immense bed, wrapping it around her delicate form, hiding the arsonal placed on her body: crossbows, arrows, daggers, anthemes, swords, whips, and her insignia, a silver pentacle, made by a dragon and a fox, both which having eyes of either red and green jewels, signifying her as a Dark Warrior, one named "Dracinox" (*Pronounced 'Drac in ox'*). Lur followed the messenger as silent as a ghost.
The walls of the castle were illuminated only for those who could not see well in the dark, Lur had always had that ability, even as a child. Gliding in the dark, never stumbling, nor really breathing, she made her way, calmly, emotionlessly, to the library to meet with her Lord and Master, the Mortal for of the God of Darkness, Kiran Stokes, Magus of Dark Magick, and key warrior to the Element of Fire. His wife, Diana, the goddess of the moon, made him happy, and Lur was glad for them, thiers was a truly awe inspiring tale of romance. But that was not what Kiran was calling her to talk about. The messanger had given her a clue, by her submissiveness, there were no real masters here, no servants, merely Warriors and Caretakers. Lur knew it was not something that would eventually come out good, in the three years since she had vanished from England without a trace, she knew submissiveness from a Caretaker was NEVER a sign of glad proceedings.
Below the stairwell, Lur could make out voices, not Kiran's nor Diana's, but other voices, ones she had not heard since her disappearance, and never expected to hear again. Taking a deep breath and feeling the caretaker squeeze her hand in reassurance, Lur walked purposefully to the Library door, as it openned revealing a sight most entertaining, for her and the life by her side.
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In a bored drawl, Kiran smirked towards the visitors in his Library. "I trust there is a reason you have taken it upon yourselves to barge into my home, assault my wife and make demands?" He said over the openning of the doors, allowing his little Lur to enter unobserved.
"Where is she, Dark wizard? What have you done to her? We have reports that you cursed her into following you!" A man of nineteen yelled into Kiran's face, not realizing her master could destroy him with a thought. Red hair, burnished nearly bronze in the fire light, and an athelete's build, not bad, but nothing to lose sleep over, Lur simply watched.
"Ron, calm down. I'm sure his lordship would help if he knew whom you sought." A responsible voice and a ladylike hand belonging to known other than a woman, whose presense sent an shock of warmth through Lur's frozen soul. She seemed familiar, her windblown hair and quiet, intelligent eyes, giving away her identity. Lur dismissed her as well.
There were others present in the room, most of which matched the 'Ron', in his red hair, all were male, and angry. As with the other two, she dismissed them. But, two new figures held her attention. One watched the woman with a frown, and a cursory study allowed her to know he loved the woman. He was dismissed, but Lur wished him and the woman well. The last and lone figure, watched Kiran, noticing everything about the groups adversary. His black hair reached a little past his shoulders, and his body screamed, "Warrior!" The last piece of knowledge she gleaned from him was that he searched for this girl the group wanted, more than the rest. She was his in his mind. She wished him, a good luck in finding her, sicne she could feel his disgust for himself and his fear of having lost her forever.
Another 'Red' spoke this time, his identical frowned ferociously at her Master. "Will you help us or not, not only in locating her, but also in fighting Voldemort?"
Kiran merely smiled mysteriously, "Why not ask my Commander-at-arms? She will tell you all you wish to know. Is that not right, Lur?" Kiran and Diana looked pointedly at her.
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Having been agknowledged, Lur calmly glided forward, before kneeling and kissing the hands of her Lord and Lady. "Your wish is my command, Master, Mistress." Getting up, she turned, while cocking an eyebrow at the visiting company.
A deafening silence filled the room, no one in the company could speak. Thier mouths worked, but now sound emmerged. Finally, after a few moments, the 'Warrior' spoke one word, that had the woman fainting. "Ginny?!"
Sight: Ginny
December 20th
2004
Crawford Castle
Scotland
I guess I was wrong, in more ways than I could ever have counted or feared. Some part of me expected it, but I knew that by setting this course, I would lose everything, or gain much more. Loss, such a dull word, when spoken no one notices, no one cares. Not even my mother, she who birthed me. I wonder if this was supposed to make me bitter, make me hate like the voice of Tom keeps repeating in my mind. Funny, how after the initialy pain set in, I haven't felt anything, not pain, nor agony, nor freedom. I, Allura Virginia Lindsay, once a Weasley, but no more, am no longer alive. It fits, I guess, in some truly twisted way. With the War, still raging on, in England, Harry versus Tom, Tom versus Harry, in a never ending struggle for dominance, the two warriors, petty children really, pulling an unknown number of aides into thier standoff, so many bodies, so many graves, leaving thier battleground fertile for the next Battle to feed this misbegotten land. Foolish, foolish children, wreak your playful havoc, we who rule the night, have no time for this Tomfoolery.
Shall I care who lives or dies, probably when all is said and done, but for now, it is enough that I don't.
Your Servant,
Commander Lur Lindsay
"My Lady, the master wishes you to come to the library." A small, submissive voice intoned from the door of Lur's rooms, here in the attic of the castle.
Closing her gold-bound Grimore, Lur delicately glided across the carpet, taking her black cloak off the immense bed, wrapping it around her delicate form, hiding the arsonal placed on her body: crossbows, arrows, daggers, anthemes, swords, whips, and her insignia, a silver pentacle, made by a dragon and a fox, both which having eyes of either red and green jewels, signifying her as a Dark Warrior, one named "Dracinox" (*Pronounced 'Drac in ox'*). Lur followed the messenger as silent as a ghost.
The walls of the castle were illuminated only for those who could not see well in the dark, Lur had always had that ability, even as a child. Gliding in the dark, never stumbling, nor really breathing, she made her way, calmly, emotionlessly, to the library to meet with her Lord and Master, the Mortal for of the God of Darkness, Kiran Stokes, Magus of Dark Magick, and key warrior to the Element of Fire. His wife, Diana, the goddess of the moon, made him happy, and Lur was glad for them, thiers was a truly awe inspiring tale of romance. But that was not what Kiran was calling her to talk about. The messanger had given her a clue, by her submissiveness, there were no real masters here, no servants, merely Warriors and Caretakers. Lur knew it was not something that would eventually come out good, in the three years since she had vanished from England without a trace, she knew submissiveness from a Caretaker was NEVER a sign of glad proceedings.
Below the stairwell, Lur could make out voices, not Kiran's nor Diana's, but other voices, ones she had not heard since her disappearance, and never expected to hear again. Taking a deep breath and feeling the caretaker squeeze her hand in reassurance, Lur walked purposefully to the Library door, as it openned revealing a sight most entertaining, for her and the life by her side.
&&&&&&&&&
In a bored drawl, Kiran smirked towards the visitors in his Library. "I trust there is a reason you have taken it upon yourselves to barge into my home, assault my wife and make demands?" He said over the openning of the doors, allowing his little Lur to enter unobserved.
"Where is she, Dark wizard? What have you done to her? We have reports that you cursed her into following you!" A man of nineteen yelled into Kiran's face, not realizing her master could destroy him with a thought. Red hair, burnished nearly bronze in the fire light, and an athelete's build, not bad, but nothing to lose sleep over, Lur simply watched.
"Ron, calm down. I'm sure his lordship would help if he knew whom you sought." A responsible voice and a ladylike hand belonging to known other than a woman, whose presense sent an shock of warmth through Lur's frozen soul. She seemed familiar, her windblown hair and quiet, intelligent eyes, giving away her identity. Lur dismissed her as well.
There were others present in the room, most of which matched the 'Ron', in his red hair, all were male, and angry. As with the other two, she dismissed them. But, two new figures held her attention. One watched the woman with a frown, and a cursory study allowed her to know he loved the woman. He was dismissed, but Lur wished him and the woman well. The last and lone figure, watched Kiran, noticing everything about the groups adversary. His black hair reached a little past his shoulders, and his body screamed, "Warrior!" The last piece of knowledge she gleaned from him was that he searched for this girl the group wanted, more than the rest. She was his in his mind. She wished him, a good luck in finding her, sicne she could feel his disgust for himself and his fear of having lost her forever.
Another 'Red' spoke this time, his identical frowned ferociously at her Master. "Will you help us or not, not only in locating her, but also in fighting Voldemort?"
Kiran merely smiled mysteriously, "Why not ask my Commander-at-arms? She will tell you all you wish to know. Is that not right, Lur?" Kiran and Diana looked pointedly at her.
&&&&&&&&&
Having been agknowledged, Lur calmly glided forward, before kneeling and kissing the hands of her Lord and Lady. "Your wish is my command, Master, Mistress." Getting up, she turned, while cocking an eyebrow at the visiting company.
A deafening silence filled the room, no one in the company could speak. Thier mouths worked, but now sound emmerged. Finally, after a few moments, the 'Warrior' spoke one word, that had the woman fainting. "Ginny?!"