Look Again
Chapter 1
A/N: OK, I thought of writing this fic after I got done watching Resident Evil, (I dunno why, so don't ask,) and it takes place when Mel is 16 and gets sent off on a mission requested by Steena. You can read, so go find out the rest. And, gimmie some reviews, or I won't continue! I really know where I 'm goin' with this story, (for once,) and I want to continue, but what's the point of writing if you don't get some feedback?
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The sacred artifact Steena had told me seemed impossible to find. I mean, how can you find anything with a clue like 'Search within the last of the dragon's allies' ruin for the altar. Place the one with a false past upon the ancient steps, and a new path will be shown.'? I didn't understand a thing. All I know, is that Steena said I was the only one for this. 'Why me?' I had asked. She responded with a serious face, replying slowly, 'You will find out on your own.' I don't get her sometimes...
Thankfully, Steena knew someone who knew more information about the matter, and sent me off to see him. That meant I had to go to him, instead of vice versa. So, I'm on the old piece of crap my brother calls a boat, (his boat,) sailing towards the Isle of the Damned, no one but myself and my dagger, the one Kid gave me before she went off to Terra Tower so long ago. I haven't seen her since...
I remember how I stole her elements when she had just got the Hydra Humour injected in her. Korcha bit my head off a lot that day, saying I shouldn't 'mess with my customers!' I was such a sneaky brat back then. Wait... I'm still sneaky, just more of a matured person than a brat anymore. Like I said before, though, I've been handling daggers more than boomerangs. They seem too childish, although I'm still capable of handling one.
Korcha says I've become somewhat like a slut. So what if I have a chest covered in a mere, red tight, sleeve-less belly shirt? He goes around wearing a vest exposing his chest. I wear black short-shorts. He wears a bikini bottom. How disgusting is that? At least I'm smart enough to wear shoes, (combat style,) instead of nothing.
I'm surprised my bro has a serious relationship for once. He proposed to Leena! I swear, they've been going all over each other since Serge and Kid disappeared. I figure Kid's somewhere here, in my homeworld, where Serge is in his homeworld. She said yes, and they're holding their wedding off until I get back. Imagine that... Asshole brotha Korcha actually waiting for his sis... He prolly just wants to show off, just because I've never had a real relationship with anyone.
"Finally..." I mumbled, coming to the shore of the Damned. Rowing until I got to the sand, I put my anchor and buried it in the sand, (the tides around here are tough, so don't set an anchor in the ocean.) Walking towards the entrance, I took out the heavy, prim dagger Kid had bestowed upon me. Twirling it around while I walked, I thought of Kid. She was my role model, and still is, although she ain't around. Right then and there, I decided: after I do this lil' quest Steena's sent me on, I'll go look for Kid. I'll sweep every square inch of El Nido, then move on to Zenan and search there if I don't find her.
Entering the damp cave, I put my guard up, being more aware of my surroundings. I crept my way forward, taking the only right I could take, walking up the stairs that were scattered with raw, foul smelling bones. I'm not so much as to run from somethin' as disgusting as this like most girls. Bones are bones.
At the top of the stairs, I continued on, running, finding walking to slow. Most people who had come here stopped since two things happened. 1) It turned into demons' crib and 2) The footing's so bad. I found the terrain rather easy to run over.
Entering the area where a monster's old bones were, (looking somewhat like a dome covering a trail,) I jumped up onto the back bone of the monster, steadying myself before running off it and jumping over to the place that had had it's entry blocked off.
I landed, almost twisting my ankle in doing so. I shook it off, and jogged up to the only entrance I could go through.
As I did, I didn't sense anything threatening, but I kept out my dagger for safety precautions.
There it was; the headless night's armor, that stood on it's own. Steena told me the guy would be somewhere around there. Walking down and stopping a few feet away from the armor, I looked around, trying not to breath in too much of the smell of death.
I smelt blood... Fresh, human, blood... Glancing at the armor again, I flinched. The armor was covered in blood, it all seeming to come from where it's neck was supposed to be.
"Ugh... Like I don't get enough of this..." I groaned, angling my dagger better. "So, whoever you are, how can you make blood rush from this old thing?"
All I heard was silence.
"Oh, come on! Get ova here!" I ordered, getting ticked.
Again, silence greeted me. Then...I heard something... Something very faint and barely audible... It sounded like it was coming from the spot where Dario had been possessed...
I thought (What the heck?) and moved on towards the voice.
Slowing my pace to an extremely slow walk, the voice grew louder the more I progressed. The voice sounded much like a siren, but... Why would a siren come to a dull, dreary place like this?
Forgetting about the reason, I took a step into the outside of the isle, the winds blowing gently through my hair that was restrained in a ponytail.
There. Sitting on the edge of the cliff, legs dangling, was the thought to be siren, who was singing more beautifully than it had started to.
Knowing that it was a curse to interrupt a sirens' song, I put my dagger back in it's shealth on my ankle, and stood, enchanted by the tune. The person singing was darkened by the shadows, making it hard to see any details, it sitting down only making it harder.
'Ooooh, Come hither, My love from the seas... Come hither, O'er hither, You need not be afraid...'
It seemed like the song was calling to me, although I dared not move. I know better than that. Sirens did this in the olden days, sing their enchanted, cursed songs, sailors not being able to withstand their beauty, in their songs and their figures. Thus, when close enough, the sirens devoured the sailors, who no longer had their free will.
'Ooooh, Come hither, My love of the seas... Come hither, O'er hither, Or you shalt die!!!'
(A/I: Put in the Isle of the Damned tune right now for a nice touch!)
My reflexes kicking in, I snatched my dagger, and braced myself, one foot in front of the other, just Like I saw Kid do.
The winds blew more, and the figure stood, turning around to face me. All I had to see was it's eyes; they were of a bright, pearly white, shining for some reason.
"Who are you!?" I asked in an irrational way, bringing my voice to sound above the winds, me having to yell.
"Who hast sent you here?" the person asked, turning out to be a woman.
"High Priestess Steena sent me! She said someone could help me find out more information about this old ruin thing!" I answered loudly, gripping my dagger with a little more ease.
"So she hast not given up..." the siren sounded, the winds dieing down.
"Do you know anything about it?" I asked, less ferociously than before.
"Yes. Come take a seat o'er hither," the siren said.
"...Show yourself, first," I ordered, suspicious as usual.
"As you wish..." the figure stated, taking steps into the very poor light. I must have had my jaw opened, 'cause she smiled with her full, silverish lips at me. She seemed just as tall as Steena was, wearing a vest/robe that had a silverish tinted rope to hold it around her, although it exposed right down her cleavage, thankfully not showing anything. She had pale, milk-like skin, her ears looking elvish...really elvish... She had the longest hair I've ever seen, it up in this weird bun/braid thing, still having loads of hair drag down to her feet, which were webbed slightly. And her hands just creeped me out! Her fingernails were about the same length from the foot of her heel to her knees! They were a silverish white, also. She had two stick-like things sticking up from behind her. A weapon, maybe?
"Who, or what are you?" I must have asked, startling myself.
"I am Asvoria, the Keeper of Divine Wisdom. It hast been a while, Daughter of Jana," Asvoria said, bowing slightly. "Of course, you do not know the truth of your past, so I am not surprised you do not remember me."
"Huh!? Daughter of Jana!? Is someone else here!?" I asked, looking around. "I'm Mel! From Guldove! I ain't no daughter of Jana!"
"Yes. That is what you know. But that is not true," Asvoria stated.
"What are you getting at!? Do you know anything about the ruins or not!?" I asked, getting impatient.
"Steena sent you here so you can unlock the Steps of Old, correct?" she asked instead.
"Steps of Old? Oh! So that's what she meant! Yeah! About these Steps... What are they?"
"They are part of the key to open up the new path. The path to the Divine World," Asvoria explained.
"Well, where can they be found?" I asked, getting excited with Asvoria menchoning another world.
"That can be held off until later. For now, I have to confront you with a few things," Asvoria replied, making the glint in my eyes go away.
"Can't you just tell me now?" I complained.
"No. This cannot be put off 'til later," Asvoria confirmed.
"Fine, fine... Whaddaya wanna know?" I asked, crossing my arms and sighing deeply.
"You have thought that you have been a normal person, correct?"
"I am normal, unless you go ask my brother," I answered.
"The one you call your brother ist not your blood brother," Asvoria stated, making me perk up some.
"Not my brother!? How can that be!? We're so much alike!" I argued.
"He ist but your foster brother, as ist your mother and father," Asvoria continued, still staring me right in the eye with her glassy ones.
"What!? So I'm an orphan!?" I asked in anger. "That's nuts! I have a family!"
"Correct. But it ist not with the family you think ist your family," Asvoria said calmly.
"The hell they aren't!" I barked, glaring.
"I am the Keeper of Divine Wisdom, as I have told you before. I knew your real mother a long time ago..."
"You see, your mother is God's gracious gift to the planet. She was an immortal light goddess, who watched over our world. Her sisters watched over the other, parralel worlds, which I can see you have traveled to one. God let them keep their immortality, as long as they did not produce a child with a mortal, no matter what the circumstances. Your mother, Jana, had broken the taboo for the love of the poorest, but most handsome man on the planet. I do not know why. Jana, in breaking the taboo, was banished from this world and suffered over a thousand deaths...right after she gave birth to you. Your name ist not Mel, but your true, birth name is, and will always be, Abertha."
I was in shock. I was the daughter of some immortal chick who died a lot of times 'cause she made me with a human??? I had a hard time accepting the facts. My heart slowed it's pace. My blood seemed to freeze in my veins. I couldn't move. I was frozen in place. I didn't breath for several moments, until I abruptly snapped out of my shock.
"I thought you might have been like that for a while longer," Asvoria commented.
"...Can you tell me where the Steps of Old are now?" I asked, holding one of my elbows with one hand and putting my other up to me forehead, getting a headache from all this.
"It hast been a while since I have gone there, and my memory has grown old. Thus, I will get you a guide," Asvoria answered. The stick-things on her beck spread apart. They were wings. As they spread, so did her hands. She turned her head up, and began to sing the highest note I've ever heard, it being like a bullet cutting through silence.
I covered my ears, shutting my eyes tightly, (as if that would help..) As soon as I heard just the faint voice of Asvoria, I opened my eyes, uncovering my ears as well. I blinked, seeing a man stand before me. He didn't face me, but I could see that he was several inches taller than me, with silver-white hair that was down, ending around his torso. He was wearing no shoes, either, only his feet weren't webbed. His hands were in fists, resting at his side. The guy was semi-muscular, looking to have some upper body strength. He had a long javelin on his back, it pure white. He wore very wide-legged pants, colored a dull shade of white, as was his long- sleeved, deep v-neck shirt. From seeing his hands, his skin was a milk- white, too, (like Asvoria's,) but as he turned around, his skin dimmed and turned into a notch or two lighter than mine. And his eyes... They were a heavenly dark blue, glancing at me, his face not smiling or showing any kind of emotion.
"Abertha, this ist my son, Ansgar. He shalt lead you to the Steps of Old."
Chapter 1
A/N: OK, I thought of writing this fic after I got done watching Resident Evil, (I dunno why, so don't ask,) and it takes place when Mel is 16 and gets sent off on a mission requested by Steena. You can read, so go find out the rest. And, gimmie some reviews, or I won't continue! I really know where I 'm goin' with this story, (for once,) and I want to continue, but what's the point of writing if you don't get some feedback?
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The sacred artifact Steena had told me seemed impossible to find. I mean, how can you find anything with a clue like 'Search within the last of the dragon's allies' ruin for the altar. Place the one with a false past upon the ancient steps, and a new path will be shown.'? I didn't understand a thing. All I know, is that Steena said I was the only one for this. 'Why me?' I had asked. She responded with a serious face, replying slowly, 'You will find out on your own.' I don't get her sometimes...
Thankfully, Steena knew someone who knew more information about the matter, and sent me off to see him. That meant I had to go to him, instead of vice versa. So, I'm on the old piece of crap my brother calls a boat, (his boat,) sailing towards the Isle of the Damned, no one but myself and my dagger, the one Kid gave me before she went off to Terra Tower so long ago. I haven't seen her since...
I remember how I stole her elements when she had just got the Hydra Humour injected in her. Korcha bit my head off a lot that day, saying I shouldn't 'mess with my customers!' I was such a sneaky brat back then. Wait... I'm still sneaky, just more of a matured person than a brat anymore. Like I said before, though, I've been handling daggers more than boomerangs. They seem too childish, although I'm still capable of handling one.
Korcha says I've become somewhat like a slut. So what if I have a chest covered in a mere, red tight, sleeve-less belly shirt? He goes around wearing a vest exposing his chest. I wear black short-shorts. He wears a bikini bottom. How disgusting is that? At least I'm smart enough to wear shoes, (combat style,) instead of nothing.
I'm surprised my bro has a serious relationship for once. He proposed to Leena! I swear, they've been going all over each other since Serge and Kid disappeared. I figure Kid's somewhere here, in my homeworld, where Serge is in his homeworld. She said yes, and they're holding their wedding off until I get back. Imagine that... Asshole brotha Korcha actually waiting for his sis... He prolly just wants to show off, just because I've never had a real relationship with anyone.
"Finally..." I mumbled, coming to the shore of the Damned. Rowing until I got to the sand, I put my anchor and buried it in the sand, (the tides around here are tough, so don't set an anchor in the ocean.) Walking towards the entrance, I took out the heavy, prim dagger Kid had bestowed upon me. Twirling it around while I walked, I thought of Kid. She was my role model, and still is, although she ain't around. Right then and there, I decided: after I do this lil' quest Steena's sent me on, I'll go look for Kid. I'll sweep every square inch of El Nido, then move on to Zenan and search there if I don't find her.
Entering the damp cave, I put my guard up, being more aware of my surroundings. I crept my way forward, taking the only right I could take, walking up the stairs that were scattered with raw, foul smelling bones. I'm not so much as to run from somethin' as disgusting as this like most girls. Bones are bones.
At the top of the stairs, I continued on, running, finding walking to slow. Most people who had come here stopped since two things happened. 1) It turned into demons' crib and 2) The footing's so bad. I found the terrain rather easy to run over.
Entering the area where a monster's old bones were, (looking somewhat like a dome covering a trail,) I jumped up onto the back bone of the monster, steadying myself before running off it and jumping over to the place that had had it's entry blocked off.
I landed, almost twisting my ankle in doing so. I shook it off, and jogged up to the only entrance I could go through.
As I did, I didn't sense anything threatening, but I kept out my dagger for safety precautions.
There it was; the headless night's armor, that stood on it's own. Steena told me the guy would be somewhere around there. Walking down and stopping a few feet away from the armor, I looked around, trying not to breath in too much of the smell of death.
I smelt blood... Fresh, human, blood... Glancing at the armor again, I flinched. The armor was covered in blood, it all seeming to come from where it's neck was supposed to be.
"Ugh... Like I don't get enough of this..." I groaned, angling my dagger better. "So, whoever you are, how can you make blood rush from this old thing?"
All I heard was silence.
"Oh, come on! Get ova here!" I ordered, getting ticked.
Again, silence greeted me. Then...I heard something... Something very faint and barely audible... It sounded like it was coming from the spot where Dario had been possessed...
I thought (What the heck?) and moved on towards the voice.
Slowing my pace to an extremely slow walk, the voice grew louder the more I progressed. The voice sounded much like a siren, but... Why would a siren come to a dull, dreary place like this?
Forgetting about the reason, I took a step into the outside of the isle, the winds blowing gently through my hair that was restrained in a ponytail.
There. Sitting on the edge of the cliff, legs dangling, was the thought to be siren, who was singing more beautifully than it had started to.
Knowing that it was a curse to interrupt a sirens' song, I put my dagger back in it's shealth on my ankle, and stood, enchanted by the tune. The person singing was darkened by the shadows, making it hard to see any details, it sitting down only making it harder.
'Ooooh, Come hither, My love from the seas... Come hither, O'er hither, You need not be afraid...'
It seemed like the song was calling to me, although I dared not move. I know better than that. Sirens did this in the olden days, sing their enchanted, cursed songs, sailors not being able to withstand their beauty, in their songs and their figures. Thus, when close enough, the sirens devoured the sailors, who no longer had their free will.
'Ooooh, Come hither, My love of the seas... Come hither, O'er hither, Or you shalt die!!!'
(A/I: Put in the Isle of the Damned tune right now for a nice touch!)
My reflexes kicking in, I snatched my dagger, and braced myself, one foot in front of the other, just Like I saw Kid do.
The winds blew more, and the figure stood, turning around to face me. All I had to see was it's eyes; they were of a bright, pearly white, shining for some reason.
"Who are you!?" I asked in an irrational way, bringing my voice to sound above the winds, me having to yell.
"Who hast sent you here?" the person asked, turning out to be a woman.
"High Priestess Steena sent me! She said someone could help me find out more information about this old ruin thing!" I answered loudly, gripping my dagger with a little more ease.
"So she hast not given up..." the siren sounded, the winds dieing down.
"Do you know anything about it?" I asked, less ferociously than before.
"Yes. Come take a seat o'er hither," the siren said.
"...Show yourself, first," I ordered, suspicious as usual.
"As you wish..." the figure stated, taking steps into the very poor light. I must have had my jaw opened, 'cause she smiled with her full, silverish lips at me. She seemed just as tall as Steena was, wearing a vest/robe that had a silverish tinted rope to hold it around her, although it exposed right down her cleavage, thankfully not showing anything. She had pale, milk-like skin, her ears looking elvish...really elvish... She had the longest hair I've ever seen, it up in this weird bun/braid thing, still having loads of hair drag down to her feet, which were webbed slightly. And her hands just creeped me out! Her fingernails were about the same length from the foot of her heel to her knees! They were a silverish white, also. She had two stick-like things sticking up from behind her. A weapon, maybe?
"Who, or what are you?" I must have asked, startling myself.
"I am Asvoria, the Keeper of Divine Wisdom. It hast been a while, Daughter of Jana," Asvoria said, bowing slightly. "Of course, you do not know the truth of your past, so I am not surprised you do not remember me."
"Huh!? Daughter of Jana!? Is someone else here!?" I asked, looking around. "I'm Mel! From Guldove! I ain't no daughter of Jana!"
"Yes. That is what you know. But that is not true," Asvoria stated.
"What are you getting at!? Do you know anything about the ruins or not!?" I asked, getting impatient.
"Steena sent you here so you can unlock the Steps of Old, correct?" she asked instead.
"Steps of Old? Oh! So that's what she meant! Yeah! About these Steps... What are they?"
"They are part of the key to open up the new path. The path to the Divine World," Asvoria explained.
"Well, where can they be found?" I asked, getting excited with Asvoria menchoning another world.
"That can be held off until later. For now, I have to confront you with a few things," Asvoria replied, making the glint in my eyes go away.
"Can't you just tell me now?" I complained.
"No. This cannot be put off 'til later," Asvoria confirmed.
"Fine, fine... Whaddaya wanna know?" I asked, crossing my arms and sighing deeply.
"You have thought that you have been a normal person, correct?"
"I am normal, unless you go ask my brother," I answered.
"The one you call your brother ist not your blood brother," Asvoria stated, making me perk up some.
"Not my brother!? How can that be!? We're so much alike!" I argued.
"He ist but your foster brother, as ist your mother and father," Asvoria continued, still staring me right in the eye with her glassy ones.
"What!? So I'm an orphan!?" I asked in anger. "That's nuts! I have a family!"
"Correct. But it ist not with the family you think ist your family," Asvoria said calmly.
"The hell they aren't!" I barked, glaring.
"I am the Keeper of Divine Wisdom, as I have told you before. I knew your real mother a long time ago..."
"You see, your mother is God's gracious gift to the planet. She was an immortal light goddess, who watched over our world. Her sisters watched over the other, parralel worlds, which I can see you have traveled to one. God let them keep their immortality, as long as they did not produce a child with a mortal, no matter what the circumstances. Your mother, Jana, had broken the taboo for the love of the poorest, but most handsome man on the planet. I do not know why. Jana, in breaking the taboo, was banished from this world and suffered over a thousand deaths...right after she gave birth to you. Your name ist not Mel, but your true, birth name is, and will always be, Abertha."
I was in shock. I was the daughter of some immortal chick who died a lot of times 'cause she made me with a human??? I had a hard time accepting the facts. My heart slowed it's pace. My blood seemed to freeze in my veins. I couldn't move. I was frozen in place. I didn't breath for several moments, until I abruptly snapped out of my shock.
"I thought you might have been like that for a while longer," Asvoria commented.
"...Can you tell me where the Steps of Old are now?" I asked, holding one of my elbows with one hand and putting my other up to me forehead, getting a headache from all this.
"It hast been a while since I have gone there, and my memory has grown old. Thus, I will get you a guide," Asvoria answered. The stick-things on her beck spread apart. They were wings. As they spread, so did her hands. She turned her head up, and began to sing the highest note I've ever heard, it being like a bullet cutting through silence.
I covered my ears, shutting my eyes tightly, (as if that would help..) As soon as I heard just the faint voice of Asvoria, I opened my eyes, uncovering my ears as well. I blinked, seeing a man stand before me. He didn't face me, but I could see that he was several inches taller than me, with silver-white hair that was down, ending around his torso. He was wearing no shoes, either, only his feet weren't webbed. His hands were in fists, resting at his side. The guy was semi-muscular, looking to have some upper body strength. He had a long javelin on his back, it pure white. He wore very wide-legged pants, colored a dull shade of white, as was his long- sleeved, deep v-neck shirt. From seeing his hands, his skin was a milk- white, too, (like Asvoria's,) but as he turned around, his skin dimmed and turned into a notch or two lighter than mine. And his eyes... They were a heavenly dark blue, glancing at me, his face not smiling or showing any kind of emotion.
"Abertha, this ist my son, Ansgar. He shalt lead you to the Steps of Old."