I know, long time between updates. But I've conquered the Writer's Block
now! Go read my other ficcy, Missing Glyphs for the whole story. And yes, I
changed my penname. Also (semi) explained in Missing Glyphs. Shout outs to:
Silveriss: Yup, it's Sebastian. * hands out /lots\ of sugar*. And uh ... * sheepish look* I'm going to wait on the bloopers. I want to put them on my web site, if, no, when I get it.
Light in dark: Cute is okay, but to come up with really good words, especially late at night, add sugar. Thank you for the great story part, and I finally got an update ^____^
Sarryn: It's good that it kicks @$$.
Elashana: I'm glade you like it. Multiple points of view /are\ good, and I'll go with the split personality. ^_^
Ice Storm: Intriguing in a good way, right? And as I said to Elashana, multiple view points are good. In fact, they are so good, I wouldn't be surprised if another fic on Umah's life popped up.
Wolfywoman: Sebastian needed that emotion for his personality. As of now, he will appear in later chapters. Your mom says no sugar?! O.o * hands out a /big\ goody bag* I hope this helps.
Fallen Templar: ^____^ Absolutely right. It is Sebastian. Give that reviewer a prize! * hands out a nice bag of sweets*
Bloodthirsty: It's Sebastian all right. And I hope below is close enough.
And now on to the update!
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Umah sighed as she stretched and crawled into her bed. She couldn't wait to leave the real world behind and enter her dreams. She closed her eyes and drifted off ...
... and opened them to a very different environment. Gone were the familiar walls, the comforting glow of the candles, the /feel\ of the world, as well as the ground ...
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Pyren ran around the corner, his boots murmured against the stone. He looked around cautiously, for he knew that monsters would be lurking within the ruins. He loosened his prize sword in its jewel - encrusted scabbard. This sword had been the very one that had slain the Vampire Vorador and had freed all of Nosgoth of his oppression. And the very hand that had slain the foul beast wielded it.
Looking up from his reminiscences, Pyren cursed himself silently. He had almost walked into a trap! Only his keen instincts had saved him. The veil of mist blanketing the ruins was pierced by a scream, followed by monstrous laughter. The only thing that would make them laugh like that would be a victim.
Edging closer, he saw a maiden hanging from one of the many rifts that crisscrossed the ruins. And below the maiden was a pack of the monsters.
"Hold on! I'll save you!" he cried as he drew his sword. His maiden didn't answer, being more preoccupied with keeping her feet from the monsters' reach. One of the monsters did, however.
"Look brothers, another of the cattle," he hissed. "It even appears to be the one who murdered our Sire." The rest of the white skinned pack turned and hissed.
"Murderer!" hissed one, as it bared fangs and claws. Pyren declined to answer as it leapt for his throat. He moved slightly to the left and beheaded the thing as it passed by.
As if by cue, the other creatures leapt forward to do battle. Pyren thrust his sword forward and impaled the creature, even though the wound wasn't fatal, it screamed and staggered back. A quick swing beheaded the thing. He stepped back to avoid the creature's death throws. Pyren stepped forward and gutted the next closest monster, and the back swing took both its head and its life. The rest of the beasts turned and ran.
Pyren started to pursue the animals, but turned back when he heard his maiden scream. The ledge she had been holding onto suddenly broke, and she was dropping to the ground. He rushed forward just it time to catch her.
"There you are my lady, safe, at least for now." he said as he put her down. He stepped back to admire her, and she was beautiful. She had long black hair, was wearing a form fitting purple outfit, and had mysterious tattoos on her face. "Will you at least tell me your name?"
"I am Umah." she said, as she began to fade from his sight ...
... Pyren awoke in the dungeon, stiff from laying on the stone floor and cold from the lack of heat. The dream he had just waken from was one he had many time, except for the vanishing maiden.
He recalled the dream. It had seemed all too real. And that maiden ... he didn't know any one who fit that description. If he dreamed about any women, it was usually Minni, his sweetheart. But this one had been different ... Pyren suddenly recalled where he had seen that maiden ... it wasn't really a maiden, but a Vampire! The very one who had captured him and thrown him into this dreary prison!
Pyren still couldn't shake the impression form his dream, that his jailor needed to be protected in some way. He pondered this sitting against the wall. After all, he wasn't going anywhere soon, if not to hell.
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Umah shook with fear. She had just barely escaped from falling prey to the monsters ... in someone else's dream? She recalled her rescuer's face, and compared it to the young noble's she had captured earlier. It was the same.
How she had gotten into his dreams was superseded by the need to know where she was /now\, and how to get back to the real world. Umah looked around. She was completely surrounded by void. There was no sound, no warmth, no light ...
Yes there was! Umah looked closer at the tiny flicker of light She had just enough time to notice it was comprised of pain and hell fire before she was sucked in ...
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He ran, fire licking at his exposed skin. He stopped and collapsed, only to get up when the pain of laying on the live coals out weighed his total exhaustion. Flames kissed his naked body, reminding him to run.
To run was pain, but to stop was even worse. He would then be ... treated.... to relive memorable events of his past life. When the agony was to great, he stopped. But only for a moment, he told himself. Just enough to regain his breath.
But a moment was too long, and he was sucked into one of the displays of his past life. He looked around, noting the heavy armor that he wore, the cool night air, the sense of betrayal, and the imposing monument. "I will not." He turned his back and inwardly flinched as his refusal ruined the monument, and grievously wounded his soul. He had told no one of the pain, both now and then. Then?
His realization shattered the recollection, each fragment as sharp as razors and as cruel as a mirror as they drove into him. Perhaps one of the worst parts of these displays was that he could alter nothing, change nothing, even to save ones he had once loved. He slumped into the coals, ignoring the stench of burning flesh in via of his internal torment.
An eternity later, he became aware of the lashing of the flames on tender skin. A low sinister chuckle echoed over the plains of fire. Hungry, tormenting, relentless. He had often heard that particular laugh, but always on the other side. He staggered up and began to run again.
Umah cocked her head. This dream had all the makings of a hell. Fire roared above her head, live coals sizzled under her feet, burning ash fell from the shy, but nothing touched her. She heard a low, throaty chuckle, the panting shallow breath of a chased animal, and the frantic heartbeat of a mortally terrified creature.
Umah turned and saw a naked man running through the flames. Where the fire had not blistered the skin raw, he was whiter than snow. She looked into his eyes and saw a thousand emotions, but the predominating one was despair.
A tongue of flame licked his chest, and turned the skin black as it was burnt off. As quick as he was burned, he was healed. He staggered and when down, and the low chuckle turned mocking.
Umah was running toward him before she realized it. She knelt down to help him out of the coals, but when she touched his shoulder, the fire died around them.
"Thank you," he whispered in a raw voice. Instead of replying, Umah compulsively hugged him. He startled, and looked at her face. Slowly, hesitantly, he leaned forward. Umah found herself mimicking him. I can't help it, she thought. He has a magnetism that I just can't resist. But she knew different. Sense her first glimpse of him in the waking world, Umah had fallen deeply in love. And from his actions, so apparently did he. Their lips met in a kiss, and Umah was shocked at the softness ...
... some time later they lay cuddled on the bed of warm coals. Umah felt herself stirring in the waking world, and fought to maintain her grip in the dream. Her efforts were futile, and with the last moments in the dream, she whispered, "I'll be back."
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He watched in horror as his lover disappeared from his arms. The flames leapt into full height, with more heat than an ordinary inferno. He wondered, as he jumped off the coals, had she been real? Or just the invention of a mind steadily on the path into madness?
"You're alone now, Kain." His own voice whispered to him. "Isn't that what you wanted? You'll never be hurt by anyone ever again," his laugh chased him through the conflagration. "Just by your self."
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Kinda melancholic way to end the chapter, I know. But it fit with the mood. No, I'm not exactly happy right now. I've got a head ache. I'm going to go get some ice cream to see if that helps. Why don't you go check out my other ficcys? But before you go, remember to review? Please?
Silveriss: Yup, it's Sebastian. * hands out /lots\ of sugar*. And uh ... * sheepish look* I'm going to wait on the bloopers. I want to put them on my web site, if, no, when I get it.
Light in dark: Cute is okay, but to come up with really good words, especially late at night, add sugar. Thank you for the great story part, and I finally got an update ^____^
Sarryn: It's good that it kicks @$$.
Elashana: I'm glade you like it. Multiple points of view /are\ good, and I'll go with the split personality. ^_^
Ice Storm: Intriguing in a good way, right? And as I said to Elashana, multiple view points are good. In fact, they are so good, I wouldn't be surprised if another fic on Umah's life popped up.
Wolfywoman: Sebastian needed that emotion for his personality. As of now, he will appear in later chapters. Your mom says no sugar?! O.o * hands out a /big\ goody bag* I hope this helps.
Fallen Templar: ^____^ Absolutely right. It is Sebastian. Give that reviewer a prize! * hands out a nice bag of sweets*
Bloodthirsty: It's Sebastian all right. And I hope below is close enough.
And now on to the update!
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Umah sighed as she stretched and crawled into her bed. She couldn't wait to leave the real world behind and enter her dreams. She closed her eyes and drifted off ...
... and opened them to a very different environment. Gone were the familiar walls, the comforting glow of the candles, the /feel\ of the world, as well as the ground ...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Pyren ran around the corner, his boots murmured against the stone. He looked around cautiously, for he knew that monsters would be lurking within the ruins. He loosened his prize sword in its jewel - encrusted scabbard. This sword had been the very one that had slain the Vampire Vorador and had freed all of Nosgoth of his oppression. And the very hand that had slain the foul beast wielded it.
Looking up from his reminiscences, Pyren cursed himself silently. He had almost walked into a trap! Only his keen instincts had saved him. The veil of mist blanketing the ruins was pierced by a scream, followed by monstrous laughter. The only thing that would make them laugh like that would be a victim.
Edging closer, he saw a maiden hanging from one of the many rifts that crisscrossed the ruins. And below the maiden was a pack of the monsters.
"Hold on! I'll save you!" he cried as he drew his sword. His maiden didn't answer, being more preoccupied with keeping her feet from the monsters' reach. One of the monsters did, however.
"Look brothers, another of the cattle," he hissed. "It even appears to be the one who murdered our Sire." The rest of the white skinned pack turned and hissed.
"Murderer!" hissed one, as it bared fangs and claws. Pyren declined to answer as it leapt for his throat. He moved slightly to the left and beheaded the thing as it passed by.
As if by cue, the other creatures leapt forward to do battle. Pyren thrust his sword forward and impaled the creature, even though the wound wasn't fatal, it screamed and staggered back. A quick swing beheaded the thing. He stepped back to avoid the creature's death throws. Pyren stepped forward and gutted the next closest monster, and the back swing took both its head and its life. The rest of the beasts turned and ran.
Pyren started to pursue the animals, but turned back when he heard his maiden scream. The ledge she had been holding onto suddenly broke, and she was dropping to the ground. He rushed forward just it time to catch her.
"There you are my lady, safe, at least for now." he said as he put her down. He stepped back to admire her, and she was beautiful. She had long black hair, was wearing a form fitting purple outfit, and had mysterious tattoos on her face. "Will you at least tell me your name?"
"I am Umah." she said, as she began to fade from his sight ...
... Pyren awoke in the dungeon, stiff from laying on the stone floor and cold from the lack of heat. The dream he had just waken from was one he had many time, except for the vanishing maiden.
He recalled the dream. It had seemed all too real. And that maiden ... he didn't know any one who fit that description. If he dreamed about any women, it was usually Minni, his sweetheart. But this one had been different ... Pyren suddenly recalled where he had seen that maiden ... it wasn't really a maiden, but a Vampire! The very one who had captured him and thrown him into this dreary prison!
Pyren still couldn't shake the impression form his dream, that his jailor needed to be protected in some way. He pondered this sitting against the wall. After all, he wasn't going anywhere soon, if not to hell.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Umah shook with fear. She had just barely escaped from falling prey to the monsters ... in someone else's dream? She recalled her rescuer's face, and compared it to the young noble's she had captured earlier. It was the same.
How she had gotten into his dreams was superseded by the need to know where she was /now\, and how to get back to the real world. Umah looked around. She was completely surrounded by void. There was no sound, no warmth, no light ...
Yes there was! Umah looked closer at the tiny flicker of light She had just enough time to notice it was comprised of pain and hell fire before she was sucked in ...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He ran, fire licking at his exposed skin. He stopped and collapsed, only to get up when the pain of laying on the live coals out weighed his total exhaustion. Flames kissed his naked body, reminding him to run.
To run was pain, but to stop was even worse. He would then be ... treated.... to relive memorable events of his past life. When the agony was to great, he stopped. But only for a moment, he told himself. Just enough to regain his breath.
But a moment was too long, and he was sucked into one of the displays of his past life. He looked around, noting the heavy armor that he wore, the cool night air, the sense of betrayal, and the imposing monument. "I will not." He turned his back and inwardly flinched as his refusal ruined the monument, and grievously wounded his soul. He had told no one of the pain, both now and then. Then?
His realization shattered the recollection, each fragment as sharp as razors and as cruel as a mirror as they drove into him. Perhaps one of the worst parts of these displays was that he could alter nothing, change nothing, even to save ones he had once loved. He slumped into the coals, ignoring the stench of burning flesh in via of his internal torment.
An eternity later, he became aware of the lashing of the flames on tender skin. A low sinister chuckle echoed over the plains of fire. Hungry, tormenting, relentless. He had often heard that particular laugh, but always on the other side. He staggered up and began to run again.
Umah cocked her head. This dream had all the makings of a hell. Fire roared above her head, live coals sizzled under her feet, burning ash fell from the shy, but nothing touched her. She heard a low, throaty chuckle, the panting shallow breath of a chased animal, and the frantic heartbeat of a mortally terrified creature.
Umah turned and saw a naked man running through the flames. Where the fire had not blistered the skin raw, he was whiter than snow. She looked into his eyes and saw a thousand emotions, but the predominating one was despair.
A tongue of flame licked his chest, and turned the skin black as it was burnt off. As quick as he was burned, he was healed. He staggered and when down, and the low chuckle turned mocking.
Umah was running toward him before she realized it. She knelt down to help him out of the coals, but when she touched his shoulder, the fire died around them.
"Thank you," he whispered in a raw voice. Instead of replying, Umah compulsively hugged him. He startled, and looked at her face. Slowly, hesitantly, he leaned forward. Umah found herself mimicking him. I can't help it, she thought. He has a magnetism that I just can't resist. But she knew different. Sense her first glimpse of him in the waking world, Umah had fallen deeply in love. And from his actions, so apparently did he. Their lips met in a kiss, and Umah was shocked at the softness ...
... some time later they lay cuddled on the bed of warm coals. Umah felt herself stirring in the waking world, and fought to maintain her grip in the dream. Her efforts were futile, and with the last moments in the dream, she whispered, "I'll be back."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He watched in horror as his lover disappeared from his arms. The flames leapt into full height, with more heat than an ordinary inferno. He wondered, as he jumped off the coals, had she been real? Or just the invention of a mind steadily on the path into madness?
"You're alone now, Kain." His own voice whispered to him. "Isn't that what you wanted? You'll never be hurt by anyone ever again," his laugh chased him through the conflagration. "Just by your self."
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Kinda melancholic way to end the chapter, I know. But it fit with the mood. No, I'm not exactly happy right now. I've got a head ache. I'm going to go get some ice cream to see if that helps. Why don't you go check out my other ficcys? But before you go, remember to review? Please?