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Chapter 20: Restoration
Raziel approached the Pillars, he left Kain lie, not dead, but incapacitated. If all went well, Raziel would see him again. He hoped, anyway. He approached the center of the broken Pillars. As he stepped onto the center, the ground began to vibrate.
The golden symbols flashed, and glowed, Raziel could feel intense energy from where he stood. Without his own will, he grabbed the handle of the Divine Reaver with both of his hands, and raised the hilt to eye level, the shine of the gold increased, and the symbols on the end illuminated as well. Raziel looked up in time to see a beam of light fire from every jewel on the Reaver to its symbol on their Pillar. The vibration increased, until it was an all out earthquake. Raziel held firm, and the vibrations increased. Light could be seen where the pieces of the Pillars were missing, and they were restored. Then, the long rods of gold separated from the base of the Pillars, and began spinning. Raziel couldn't believe it, it was a clock of some sort, the hands began spinning counter clockwise, very swiftly. The last thing Raziel observed before being encased in a white shield was the ground all around glowing, and booming thunder.
All of Raziel's experiences flashed before his eyes, as he experienced a strange sensation, like none other, he had never felt it before. In five seconds, he saw himself in every moment of his long, tortured existence, then, he was blasted by what he saw. He saw everything, literally, somehow, he saw every part of the world, in his own vision. He saw ants under rocks, and small birds in the sky hundreds of miles away. He thought his head would explode. But moments later, it all stopped, and Raziel realized his eyes were closed. He opened them, and his knees gave way.
He was in the center of the Pillars, but the area surrounding was vast, and forested. To his next surprise, he saw a group of beings approaching him from the sky, as he neared, he saw that they were blue, with black, feathered wings. Raziel became startle. He looked down at himself, and understood, for his body was bathed, in a warm, shining light, and the Reaver was strapped to his waist. As they approached, Raziel scanned his memories, it took time, he had his memories from his previous adventure, but they paled in comparison to his true memories, he was old, but ageless. He was immortal, he was the creator of the Pillars, the one who brought peace to the raging prehistoric, and unknown Nosgoth. Unknown to all, that is, except Raziel. His strength was boundless, and his wisdom greater.
But Raziel realized he felt no pain, in Janos's tale, he was near death when they arrived. It must've been another fault in time. They neared, and went lower, but Raziel still couldn't make out there faces, but he guessed they were within earshot, he raised his hand, and did what he was destined to do. He gave his powers over the Pillars to the nine strongest, and wisest looking. To his surprise, the one who the Balance Pillars power went to reacted totally unlike the other ancient vampires. He rose up, and embraced the power, Raziel knew who this guardian was.
They neared, and he spoke the first words that came to his mind. ""You are now the bearers of the power sustaining this world, pass on these gifts to the next, each group shall be called the Circle of Nine."
They landed, the Balance Guardian stepped forward. "And what do we call you?" He said. It was unmistakably Kain. His skin was blue, he no longer had the many scars, and lines of age on his skin, but still had power, Raziel could feel it.
"I am Raziel, the creator," Raziel said. They stepped forward, curious. Raziel pointed to a child in the back. "What is your name?"
"Janos, Janos Audron," the child said, fearfully.
"You are one with extreme burden in the future, I have seen it, and experienced it. But fear not, nothing will happen this time.
Janos merely stared at Raziel with a confused look. Raziel laughed.
"Welcome, my friends, to Nosgoth," Raziel said.
Author's Note: And life continued in Nosgoth for the rest of eternity, utopia. Raziel lived to see it all, and loved it. No Hylden attack came, as a matter of fact, when humans emerged, they were welcomed, and treated respectfully, and they returned the treatment. Vampires never received the curse of immortality and the need for human blood. Thus, Nosgoth was sometimes called Utopia by its inhabitance. The End.
Man, that was fun, I hope you all liked the story. Thanks to Soul Reaver for giving me ends to twist to my story. And the BIG thanks to my reviewers, you all helped out with your comments, thanks a lot. But don't stop because the story's over, please keep going, one last time.
Chapter 20: Restoration
Raziel approached the Pillars, he left Kain lie, not dead, but incapacitated. If all went well, Raziel would see him again. He hoped, anyway. He approached the center of the broken Pillars. As he stepped onto the center, the ground began to vibrate.
The golden symbols flashed, and glowed, Raziel could feel intense energy from where he stood. Without his own will, he grabbed the handle of the Divine Reaver with both of his hands, and raised the hilt to eye level, the shine of the gold increased, and the symbols on the end illuminated as well. Raziel looked up in time to see a beam of light fire from every jewel on the Reaver to its symbol on their Pillar. The vibration increased, until it was an all out earthquake. Raziel held firm, and the vibrations increased. Light could be seen where the pieces of the Pillars were missing, and they were restored. Then, the long rods of gold separated from the base of the Pillars, and began spinning. Raziel couldn't believe it, it was a clock of some sort, the hands began spinning counter clockwise, very swiftly. The last thing Raziel observed before being encased in a white shield was the ground all around glowing, and booming thunder.
All of Raziel's experiences flashed before his eyes, as he experienced a strange sensation, like none other, he had never felt it before. In five seconds, he saw himself in every moment of his long, tortured existence, then, he was blasted by what he saw. He saw everything, literally, somehow, he saw every part of the world, in his own vision. He saw ants under rocks, and small birds in the sky hundreds of miles away. He thought his head would explode. But moments later, it all stopped, and Raziel realized his eyes were closed. He opened them, and his knees gave way.
He was in the center of the Pillars, but the area surrounding was vast, and forested. To his next surprise, he saw a group of beings approaching him from the sky, as he neared, he saw that they were blue, with black, feathered wings. Raziel became startle. He looked down at himself, and understood, for his body was bathed, in a warm, shining light, and the Reaver was strapped to his waist. As they approached, Raziel scanned his memories, it took time, he had his memories from his previous adventure, but they paled in comparison to his true memories, he was old, but ageless. He was immortal, he was the creator of the Pillars, the one who brought peace to the raging prehistoric, and unknown Nosgoth. Unknown to all, that is, except Raziel. His strength was boundless, and his wisdom greater.
But Raziel realized he felt no pain, in Janos's tale, he was near death when they arrived. It must've been another fault in time. They neared, and went lower, but Raziel still couldn't make out there faces, but he guessed they were within earshot, he raised his hand, and did what he was destined to do. He gave his powers over the Pillars to the nine strongest, and wisest looking. To his surprise, the one who the Balance Pillars power went to reacted totally unlike the other ancient vampires. He rose up, and embraced the power, Raziel knew who this guardian was.
They neared, and he spoke the first words that came to his mind. ""You are now the bearers of the power sustaining this world, pass on these gifts to the next, each group shall be called the Circle of Nine."
They landed, the Balance Guardian stepped forward. "And what do we call you?" He said. It was unmistakably Kain. His skin was blue, he no longer had the many scars, and lines of age on his skin, but still had power, Raziel could feel it.
"I am Raziel, the creator," Raziel said. They stepped forward, curious. Raziel pointed to a child in the back. "What is your name?"
"Janos, Janos Audron," the child said, fearfully.
"You are one with extreme burden in the future, I have seen it, and experienced it. But fear not, nothing will happen this time.
Janos merely stared at Raziel with a confused look. Raziel laughed.
"Welcome, my friends, to Nosgoth," Raziel said.
Author's Note: And life continued in Nosgoth for the rest of eternity, utopia. Raziel lived to see it all, and loved it. No Hylden attack came, as a matter of fact, when humans emerged, they were welcomed, and treated respectfully, and they returned the treatment. Vampires never received the curse of immortality and the need for human blood. Thus, Nosgoth was sometimes called Utopia by its inhabitance. The End.
Man, that was fun, I hope you all liked the story. Thanks to Soul Reaver for giving me ends to twist to my story. And the BIG thanks to my reviewers, you all helped out with your comments, thanks a lot. But don't stop because the story's over, please keep going, one last time.