A/N-- (Quite frankly, in this fic, I own nothing besides Saria's clothing. Also, before you start reading, you kind of have to understand the disturbed state of mind I and my friend Siachan were in when we wrote this. Just picture: The two of us alone, a bag of Piki Stix, three bags of M&M's, four liters of soda, one bottle of vodka, it's after midnight, we had just got done watching Endless Waltz and my copy of The Redemption of Althalus was lying nearby. Sia chan says "I know, let's write a fic", and giggles, and before we know it, Microsoft Word tells us we've written 30 pages. So I apologize for the sheer idiocy of it all. Still, if you like it, please R/R, and flames will be donated to the Give-Sariachan-Something-To-Start-Her-Fire-With-On-Long-Winter-Nights fund. ^.^() Hehe.)
Somewhere in the distance a bell tolled midnight. Ever watching, an awareness stirred.
That which had left things go thier own way awoke. It noted things were starting to
happen. Better resume form.
It would have seemed strange to anyone else chancing to happen upon the alleyway
that night. A woman materializing out of thin air was not an everyday sight. She was
dressed in a long column dress of the deepest ebony set off by a silver embroidered belt
that ended in two long tassles, on which hung a dagger in its sheath. Her shoes were the
finest of black velvet with a gold beaded footline, hiding her delicately formed ankles. Her
dress was sleeveless, showing her perfectly rounded limbs and the low neckline, her
beautifully white throat. Her sleek ebony hair hung to her waist perfectly offsetting the
amythest crystal hanging from a black rope circle about the neck. Her two rings were
perfect in thier glory. Both were silver, one a white opal stone, the other an ebony onyx of
deepest night. Her face was pale like the moon, her ice blue eyes closed in an expression of
pondering, two snow white forelocks framing her face.
She opened her eyes. Everyone in a five mile radius felt it. People looked
surprisedly to one another. Old superstitious women whispered to one another that the elder gods had returned while thier grown children scoffed. Little did they know how close they were to the truth.
The line seperating Good and Evil, Light and Dark, White and Black had awakened.
Somewhere in the distance a bell tolled midnight. Ever watching, an awareness stirred.
That which had left things go thier own way awoke. It noted things were starting to
happen. Better resume form.
It would have seemed strange to anyone else chancing to happen upon the alleyway
that night. A woman materializing out of thin air was not an everyday sight. She was
dressed in a long column dress of the deepest ebony set off by a silver embroidered belt
that ended in two long tassles, on which hung a dagger in its sheath. Her shoes were the
finest of black velvet with a gold beaded footline, hiding her delicately formed ankles. Her
dress was sleeveless, showing her perfectly rounded limbs and the low neckline, her
beautifully white throat. Her sleek ebony hair hung to her waist perfectly offsetting the
amythest crystal hanging from a black rope circle about the neck. Her two rings were
perfect in thier glory. Both were silver, one a white opal stone, the other an ebony onyx of
deepest night. Her face was pale like the moon, her ice blue eyes closed in an expression of
pondering, two snow white forelocks framing her face.
She opened her eyes. Everyone in a five mile radius felt it. People looked
surprisedly to one another. Old superstitious women whispered to one another that the elder gods had returned while thier grown children scoffed. Little did they know how close they were to the truth.
The line seperating Good and Evil, Light and Dark, White and Black had awakened.