Apocalyptic Fate
Chapter One: Crystal Angel
A nondescript white lamp cast its burnished light upon the weary writer. The computer screen flickered uncertainly, lighting the young woman's face in an eerie glow. Listlessly Hitomi Kanzaki tapped the backspace key on her keyboard. Her work was nearly complete, the trilogy that had consumed her mind and soul, her own personal diary and memory catcher.
As the years had passed since her return from Gaea she had felt the memories of her experiences there fading like the stars in the face of the dawn. Desperately she had clung to them, the friendships forged and her love of Van. But time had slowly robbed her of those precious remembrances. She refused to let it though, so she had placed her life there on the digital pages of her computer.
Appropriately enough the trilogy was called "The Forgotten Memories of Gaea" and was nearly complete. Complete except for the last chapter of the last book. There she had encountered the most steadfast obstacle since she had begun her endeavor. How would she end it? Should she type how she longed the story to end? To let her heroine stay with her one true love? But that was a sweet lie that she couldn't go through with in good conscious. Still...
Hitomi emitted a soft shriek as the shutters of her bedroom window banged loudly against the wall. She pressed a trembling hand to her heart and stared at the offending window with disgust. A cold wind blew through the aperture bringing with it hints of the cold weather slowly approaching. Winter, what a desolate time of the year, she thought morosely.
Rubbing her arms she stood up and walked to the window. As she grasped the shutters and began to shut them a blinding light enveloped her. She gasped as the breath was torn from her lungs and a deathly scream boiled up from the depths of the light.
Hitomi looked up at the open window, a puzzled frown marring her brow. She could have sworn she had gotten up to close it. Shaking her head she walked to the window and touched the shutters. As before a blinding light engulfed her and a horrible scream ripped through her mind.
And then she was sitting down again looking up at the open window. And again she was bathed in ivory brilliance upon attempting to shutter the window. Through a thousand different images, mirrors to the past and future, she saw herself attempt to close the window, only to be lifted by a coruscating refulgence. The pictures duplicated upon themselves and produced a thousand counterfeits, each one clasping close a violent tumult of timeless screams. Ancient words that hovered on the edge of understanding, but slipped teasingly into obscurity before fully comprehended.
With a horrible cry Hitomi Kanzaki was flung into abrupt wakefulness. Silver fishes swam placidly across her computer screen; the screensaver had been activated. With a wince she gently rubbed her sore neck. Apparently she had fallen asleep at her computer.
THE END
She blinked in bewilderment at what the glowing screen showed her as she touched the mouse. She had finished? When had she? The last thing she remembered was wondering how she WAS going to finish it. A puzzled line appeared on her forehead as she regarded the ambiguous words with wonder.
Hesitantly she reached for the mouse again, determined to see just what her slumbering mind had conjured into reality. As she scrolled up a silent cry filled the room. The blood drained form her face as she turned away to look across her room.
For all intents and purposes the shimmering stars had fallen silently from the heavens and were coalescing before her bed, or at least that is how it appeared. Slowly they enfolded each other and then ran together in a reticular pattern. An ever-increasing pressure pushed mercilessly against her ears, she felt like she had just been dropped into the crushing depths of the ocean.
With a scintillating sigh the brilliance burst outward, bits of glowing dust flowed past her face. When the resplendence finally faded away Hitomi was shocked to see the creature standing before her. A woman of ageless beauty stood there, enfolded in an air of tranquil determination. The cold wind blew softly against her pale lavender robes and sifted through her ebon locks. Multi-colored eyes regarded the terrified young woman with overflowing compassion.
"Hitomi," the blazing woman intoned in a voice that flowed from the seething depths of time. "Come with me. Your story has not ended yet." With a long suffering sigh the woman arched her back, the sound of chimes filled the room as a pair of crystal wings exploded from her delicate shoulders.
"An Atlantean," the young woman breathed, a tremulant hand pressed to her lips. Indeed the being before her could be no other creature, but her crystal wings were something that she had never seen an Atlantean bearing.
The winged woman held out an elegant pale hand to her. There was something so wonderfully desperate and bravely determined about the woman that she found herself responding to the silent plea. With trepidation she clasped the offered hand.
She cried out as the being's flesh burned and chilled her own to painful proportions. She tried to remove her hand from the other's grasp but was unable. With a powerful strength that defied anything she knew she found herself held in a painful embrace.
A dark wind roared around them as all consuming light filled the room. Her pained scream was cut off as the two disappeared without a trace.
A single crystal feather drifted down upon the abandoned keyboard.
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Don't have anything to say except REVIEW. If you don't you won't know what is going to happen to Hitomi.
Chapter One: Crystal Angel
A nondescript white lamp cast its burnished light upon the weary writer. The computer screen flickered uncertainly, lighting the young woman's face in an eerie glow. Listlessly Hitomi Kanzaki tapped the backspace key on her keyboard. Her work was nearly complete, the trilogy that had consumed her mind and soul, her own personal diary and memory catcher.
As the years had passed since her return from Gaea she had felt the memories of her experiences there fading like the stars in the face of the dawn. Desperately she had clung to them, the friendships forged and her love of Van. But time had slowly robbed her of those precious remembrances. She refused to let it though, so she had placed her life there on the digital pages of her computer.
Appropriately enough the trilogy was called "The Forgotten Memories of Gaea" and was nearly complete. Complete except for the last chapter of the last book. There she had encountered the most steadfast obstacle since she had begun her endeavor. How would she end it? Should she type how she longed the story to end? To let her heroine stay with her one true love? But that was a sweet lie that she couldn't go through with in good conscious. Still...
Hitomi emitted a soft shriek as the shutters of her bedroom window banged loudly against the wall. She pressed a trembling hand to her heart and stared at the offending window with disgust. A cold wind blew through the aperture bringing with it hints of the cold weather slowly approaching. Winter, what a desolate time of the year, she thought morosely.
Rubbing her arms she stood up and walked to the window. As she grasped the shutters and began to shut them a blinding light enveloped her. She gasped as the breath was torn from her lungs and a deathly scream boiled up from the depths of the light.
Hitomi looked up at the open window, a puzzled frown marring her brow. She could have sworn she had gotten up to close it. Shaking her head she walked to the window and touched the shutters. As before a blinding light engulfed her and a horrible scream ripped through her mind.
And then she was sitting down again looking up at the open window. And again she was bathed in ivory brilliance upon attempting to shutter the window. Through a thousand different images, mirrors to the past and future, she saw herself attempt to close the window, only to be lifted by a coruscating refulgence. The pictures duplicated upon themselves and produced a thousand counterfeits, each one clasping close a violent tumult of timeless screams. Ancient words that hovered on the edge of understanding, but slipped teasingly into obscurity before fully comprehended.
With a horrible cry Hitomi Kanzaki was flung into abrupt wakefulness. Silver fishes swam placidly across her computer screen; the screensaver had been activated. With a wince she gently rubbed her sore neck. Apparently she had fallen asleep at her computer.
THE END
She blinked in bewilderment at what the glowing screen showed her as she touched the mouse. She had finished? When had she? The last thing she remembered was wondering how she WAS going to finish it. A puzzled line appeared on her forehead as she regarded the ambiguous words with wonder.
Hesitantly she reached for the mouse again, determined to see just what her slumbering mind had conjured into reality. As she scrolled up a silent cry filled the room. The blood drained form her face as she turned away to look across her room.
For all intents and purposes the shimmering stars had fallen silently from the heavens and were coalescing before her bed, or at least that is how it appeared. Slowly they enfolded each other and then ran together in a reticular pattern. An ever-increasing pressure pushed mercilessly against her ears, she felt like she had just been dropped into the crushing depths of the ocean.
With a scintillating sigh the brilliance burst outward, bits of glowing dust flowed past her face. When the resplendence finally faded away Hitomi was shocked to see the creature standing before her. A woman of ageless beauty stood there, enfolded in an air of tranquil determination. The cold wind blew softly against her pale lavender robes and sifted through her ebon locks. Multi-colored eyes regarded the terrified young woman with overflowing compassion.
"Hitomi," the blazing woman intoned in a voice that flowed from the seething depths of time. "Come with me. Your story has not ended yet." With a long suffering sigh the woman arched her back, the sound of chimes filled the room as a pair of crystal wings exploded from her delicate shoulders.
"An Atlantean," the young woman breathed, a tremulant hand pressed to her lips. Indeed the being before her could be no other creature, but her crystal wings were something that she had never seen an Atlantean bearing.
The winged woman held out an elegant pale hand to her. There was something so wonderfully desperate and bravely determined about the woman that she found herself responding to the silent plea. With trepidation she clasped the offered hand.
She cried out as the being's flesh burned and chilled her own to painful proportions. She tried to remove her hand from the other's grasp but was unable. With a powerful strength that defied anything she knew she found herself held in a painful embrace.
A dark wind roared around them as all consuming light filled the room. Her pained scream was cut off as the two disappeared without a trace.
A single crystal feather drifted down upon the abandoned keyboard.
* * * *
Don't have anything to say except REVIEW. If you don't you won't know what is going to happen to Hitomi.