Dare I continue to delve into the minds of these wondrous beings? Well, I will, though I may mess up entirely...
Remember, I don't own these ladies, gentlemen, and monsters, none of all, but don't truly care to try changing that as I would be mowed down in the crowd.
Thanks to someone (Lucy) reminding me that Tiamat was missing, I'll write this up. Hopefully THIS is the last chapter. Belated, if anyone's still looking for it. I suppose this could also be called my thank you for 91 (!!!!) reviews.
~~Tiamat~~
Forgotten, but not dead. Defeated, yet not cowed. A ghost in the multifaceted story that is better known as history...
~~--~~
Leathery wings beat only enough to keep the enormous form in the air. Judicious use of wind drafts allowed the aching muscles in arms, shoulders, and pectorals to rest for a few seconds more as the one in flight escaped those who did not pursue.
Only vaguely recalling what events caused her to fight the child-like humans in the first place, the large, winged form thought little about her destination, and less about the time it would take to get there. Not quite understanding why things were so blank and empty in her mind, she kept flying for where she felt most safe.
~~--~~
~~Bahamut~~
Uncompleted arguments, never-ending rivalries, and peerless rage were the least of our troubles. My sister and I could never come to an understanding, least of all after she encountered that witch who wiped her mind clean entirely. My apologies. She was a Sorceress. After such an event, Tiamat was only capable of remembering that she hated me, for the short time that either of us can remember actually coexisting.
~~--~~
Finally finding a likely spot to rest the body that was now screaming in pain enough that it could no longer be ignored, the bat-winged dragon-form settled on the flat top of a mountain. Curling her wings to her sides and resting on all fours, she found a shaded place to rest. But she would not be left alone long. Soon her thoughts would come to harass her, denying even that respite.
When forced to think about it, she could recognize the sense that her most hated enemy had been among those children. She could also recognize that the Guardian of time and darkness had been allied with the one of light. Two conundrums that confused her in themselves, and only more when she stopped to think, and wonder how she knew the identities of the other beings.
After puzzling with that for a while, she could feel a distinct sense of tension building, or worse, déjà vu. Not knowing why this feeling suddenly assailed her, she gave up to the pain, the weariness, and the confusion, and fell asleep.
~~--~~
~~Eden~~
It has never been understood how a simple sibling rivalry could result in such deadly infighting. Eerily reminiscent of the children that fight the Sorceress being torn apart by their own status as pseudo-siblings, and therefore eternal rivals, that it is. If ever the day comes that the endless cycle finally is broken, it will be because someone realizes why there is so much lost to the darkness of ignorance. Not that it is, but why.
~~--~~
When she next opened her eyes, Tiamat was surprised; she could swear she had seen this before, even though her memory was admittedly patchy. There was a Sorceress approaching her, quietly, almost timidly, until Bahamut flew in like the interrupting busybody she always had been, and trumpeted at the woman, trying to tell Tiamat that she couldn't let the woman fool her, she was truly up to no good, surely she could remember. With a snap, Tiamat told her sister what she thought of her, and instinctively sided with the Sorceress, whose eerie yellow eyes, mismatched garb, and unusual speech pattern seemed to call to her memories, until the Sorceress chanted words in that strange language reserved for magic, wiping her mind clean, yet again.
~~--~~
~~Griever~~
If anyone would or could break us free, it would have to be one of the human children, or perhaps Tiamat. Frankly, I don't want to count on either of them. It stands too much of a chance of failure, as I have seen this cycled over, with few variations, over one thousand times already. I always did hate the reruns on that electronic system called television.
~~--~~
Unless someone points out ANOTHER GF I've missed, ::Thinks there can't be any left:: this should be the LAST. Sorry it's taken almost a year. ::Sweatdrop:: I really should have been.
Remember, I don't own these ladies, gentlemen, and monsters, none of all, but don't truly care to try changing that as I would be mowed down in the crowd.
Thanks to someone (Lucy) reminding me that Tiamat was missing, I'll write this up. Hopefully THIS is the last chapter. Belated, if anyone's still looking for it. I suppose this could also be called my thank you for 91 (!!!!) reviews.
~~Tiamat~~
Forgotten, but not dead. Defeated, yet not cowed. A ghost in the multifaceted story that is better known as history...
~~--~~
Leathery wings beat only enough to keep the enormous form in the air. Judicious use of wind drafts allowed the aching muscles in arms, shoulders, and pectorals to rest for a few seconds more as the one in flight escaped those who did not pursue.
Only vaguely recalling what events caused her to fight the child-like humans in the first place, the large, winged form thought little about her destination, and less about the time it would take to get there. Not quite understanding why things were so blank and empty in her mind, she kept flying for where she felt most safe.
~~--~~
~~Bahamut~~
Uncompleted arguments, never-ending rivalries, and peerless rage were the least of our troubles. My sister and I could never come to an understanding, least of all after she encountered that witch who wiped her mind clean entirely. My apologies. She was a Sorceress. After such an event, Tiamat was only capable of remembering that she hated me, for the short time that either of us can remember actually coexisting.
~~--~~
Finally finding a likely spot to rest the body that was now screaming in pain enough that it could no longer be ignored, the bat-winged dragon-form settled on the flat top of a mountain. Curling her wings to her sides and resting on all fours, she found a shaded place to rest. But she would not be left alone long. Soon her thoughts would come to harass her, denying even that respite.
When forced to think about it, she could recognize the sense that her most hated enemy had been among those children. She could also recognize that the Guardian of time and darkness had been allied with the one of light. Two conundrums that confused her in themselves, and only more when she stopped to think, and wonder how she knew the identities of the other beings.
After puzzling with that for a while, she could feel a distinct sense of tension building, or worse, déjà vu. Not knowing why this feeling suddenly assailed her, she gave up to the pain, the weariness, and the confusion, and fell asleep.
~~--~~
~~Eden~~
It has never been understood how a simple sibling rivalry could result in such deadly infighting. Eerily reminiscent of the children that fight the Sorceress being torn apart by their own status as pseudo-siblings, and therefore eternal rivals, that it is. If ever the day comes that the endless cycle finally is broken, it will be because someone realizes why there is so much lost to the darkness of ignorance. Not that it is, but why.
~~--~~
When she next opened her eyes, Tiamat was surprised; she could swear she had seen this before, even though her memory was admittedly patchy. There was a Sorceress approaching her, quietly, almost timidly, until Bahamut flew in like the interrupting busybody she always had been, and trumpeted at the woman, trying to tell Tiamat that she couldn't let the woman fool her, she was truly up to no good, surely she could remember. With a snap, Tiamat told her sister what she thought of her, and instinctively sided with the Sorceress, whose eerie yellow eyes, mismatched garb, and unusual speech pattern seemed to call to her memories, until the Sorceress chanted words in that strange language reserved for magic, wiping her mind clean, yet again.
~~--~~
~~Griever~~
If anyone would or could break us free, it would have to be one of the human children, or perhaps Tiamat. Frankly, I don't want to count on either of them. It stands too much of a chance of failure, as I have seen this cycled over, with few variations, over one thousand times already. I always did hate the reruns on that electronic system called television.
~~--~~
Unless someone points out ANOTHER GF I've missed, ::Thinks there can't be any left:: this should be the LAST. Sorry it's taken almost a year. ::Sweatdrop:: I really should have been.