Title: Shunned
Author: Raven-Mistress for the Incarnate
Category: Labyrinth
Rating: Pg13-R
Summary: A child, not quite a girl, but still not a woman, is hated by her father and forgotten by the world. What happens when she receives a birthday gift from her aunt, the gift of a small, leather-bound black book, with the words 'Labyrinth of Logic' printed on its cover?
Authors Note: I would appreciate reviews. ~Raven~
Disclaimer- I own nothing.
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Though her face showed confidence, her mind was reeling. She feared what this truth would be; anything more concerning her mother would surely do her in. Her fingers seemed to hesitate just before touching the small bottle, almost jerking back, as though it was emitting a great amount of heat.
The vial contained a bright orange liquid that reminded her of the sunset. The vial was in every way the same as the last, from the glass to the tiny cork. Slowly she picked it up and read the lettering on the platter. The fine golden letter shone brightly against the silver, the word 'Future' barely legible due to the bright reflecting light.
Pulling the cork from the vial, lifting it to her nose she soon found herself engulfed in the scent of Lilacs and an unfamiliar musk. Taking little time to think she again lowered the vial to her mouth and swallowed the contents.
The ground lurched and the world spun around again. Then everything became off balance, top became bottom and bottom became top, her feet were on the ground, but they were in the air at the same time. Just when she felt like the world was going to collapse in on itself, it stopped.
She was standing in finely detailed and beautifully ornate bedroom. It was huge in proportions, with a high, vaulted ceiling. Large arched windows stretched over the walls, bathing the room in a bright, natural light.
Richly colored tapestries hung from the pale blue walls, there was a dressing table sitting close to the far right wall, a small padded stool with a silken blue slip cover placed before it. There were two large closets, with doors standing open, one revealed simple, yet elegant gowns and dresses; while the other was filled plain, yet elegant frock coats, smooth-looking breeches and waist coats.
There was a large archway and a smaller carved door leading to more rooms. Through the archway a large sitting room could be seen, tall oil lamps stood between high, wing-backed chairs. There was a large, oriental styled rug, stitched in pale blues and cream colors stretched out over the floor beneath the chairs. A large mantel and fireplace sat at the front of the room and was winged by large shelves housing books with unrecognizable titles.
She could only assume that the other, carved door lead to a bathing area of some kind, though she didn't have time to investigate. Her attention was drawn back to the sitting room; someone was hastily entering the room. She heard the voices before she saw the actual people, there were two, both familiar. One was light female voice while the other was a richly accented male.
"Darling, I have news." The female voice was almost timid when she made her announcement.
After several seconds of silence the man spoke, his voice slightly amused by the woman's disposition, "And do you wish to share?" a smile was evident in his voice.
Constance was growing alarmed by the familiarity of the voices; quickly, she walked through the arch and was met with the sight of herself in a long, flowing gown, the satin material was colored a pale rose. Small flowers were stitched into the hem around the bell sleeves and around scooping neckline.
She seemed different though, almost alien in her own eyes. Her hair seemed an even darker shade of black and it shinned silver in the light, her eyes were a lighter, almost icy color of blue and her ears seemed to come to a gentle point. She looked more like the man from the last vision, that realization shook her to the core.
Then she turned her eyes to the man, she only needed to look at the untamed, burnished gold hair to know who her other self was speaking to. The Lamia King.
Before she could pass judgment on the situation, her thoughts were brought to a complete halt when the next sentence that reached her ears. "I've just visited Uzziah." She heard herself say softly, as she moved through the room she caught the worried look that crossed the kings' face at the mention of that name, "Do not worry, there is nothing wrong with us." She finished quickly, her voice more playful and confidant than before.
For a few moments Tristram stood still, as though trying to process the information, then with a slightly confused smile he whispered "Us." then he bolted for her, wrapping her up in his arms instantly and swinging her about.
Joyful laughter could be heard from the embrace; then it happened, they kissed. They made it seem like it was something natural, like it was something they did every moment of every day. When they broke apart the smile on the Lamian kings face spoke of happiness and a kind heart, it all seemed strange yet right, and that scared her more than anything else.
As he opened his mouth to talk, he became blurry, as did the rooms' and her other self. The world began spinning again, twisting and turning on itself. Pulling her to and fro, she tried to shield her eyes by closing them, but the light was too bright, it intensified more and more with each passing second. Bending colors within it, making them so bright they bleed into the white. Then everything was normal again.
She pried her eye lids open and once she was sure of her surroundings she once again fell to water of the fountain, her energy seemed to lessen more and more every time she saw one of the so called 'truths'. Her breathing was labored and harsh, and all signs of color left her face as she remember what she had seen, that surely was not her future, it seemed so different than what she would envision.
Taking 'cleansing breaths' as her Aunt Elizabeth would call them, she stood on shaky legs and faced the last statue, it was the same as the two before it. It held one last vial of liquid on a silver platter, the word 'Present' etched into it.
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Tristram watched, wonder written clearly over his face, as she appeared in apartments that resembled his. Only the colors were slightly off and the woman's closet and dressing table seemed out of place, but otherwise they were exactly like his quarters. What could that place possibly have to do with her future?
Then, he watched in utter fascination as he saw the other two people enter. It was wrong though, none of that should happen, this was not part of his plan, this was not supposed to happen. His mind was racing as he saw himself, acting normal, not placing the 'evil nightmare' mask over his features, look at the Halfling with worried eyes. She was not supposed to him like that!
Four small words rung out from the crystal world, and they made his world fall down. "Nothing wrong with us..."
Without warning the crystal fell from his finger tips and shattered on the floor.
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Sorry for the delay in updates, I just started a new semester and my classes are killing me, but I will try as hard as I can to update regularly.
~Raven~
Author: Raven-Mistress for the Incarnate
Category: Labyrinth
Rating: Pg13-R
Summary: A child, not quite a girl, but still not a woman, is hated by her father and forgotten by the world. What happens when she receives a birthday gift from her aunt, the gift of a small, leather-bound black book, with the words 'Labyrinth of Logic' printed on its cover?
Authors Note: I would appreciate reviews. ~Raven~
Disclaimer- I own nothing.
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Though her face showed confidence, her mind was reeling. She feared what this truth would be; anything more concerning her mother would surely do her in. Her fingers seemed to hesitate just before touching the small bottle, almost jerking back, as though it was emitting a great amount of heat.
The vial contained a bright orange liquid that reminded her of the sunset. The vial was in every way the same as the last, from the glass to the tiny cork. Slowly she picked it up and read the lettering on the platter. The fine golden letter shone brightly against the silver, the word 'Future' barely legible due to the bright reflecting light.
Pulling the cork from the vial, lifting it to her nose she soon found herself engulfed in the scent of Lilacs and an unfamiliar musk. Taking little time to think she again lowered the vial to her mouth and swallowed the contents.
The ground lurched and the world spun around again. Then everything became off balance, top became bottom and bottom became top, her feet were on the ground, but they were in the air at the same time. Just when she felt like the world was going to collapse in on itself, it stopped.
She was standing in finely detailed and beautifully ornate bedroom. It was huge in proportions, with a high, vaulted ceiling. Large arched windows stretched over the walls, bathing the room in a bright, natural light.
Richly colored tapestries hung from the pale blue walls, there was a dressing table sitting close to the far right wall, a small padded stool with a silken blue slip cover placed before it. There were two large closets, with doors standing open, one revealed simple, yet elegant gowns and dresses; while the other was filled plain, yet elegant frock coats, smooth-looking breeches and waist coats.
There was a large archway and a smaller carved door leading to more rooms. Through the archway a large sitting room could be seen, tall oil lamps stood between high, wing-backed chairs. There was a large, oriental styled rug, stitched in pale blues and cream colors stretched out over the floor beneath the chairs. A large mantel and fireplace sat at the front of the room and was winged by large shelves housing books with unrecognizable titles.
She could only assume that the other, carved door lead to a bathing area of some kind, though she didn't have time to investigate. Her attention was drawn back to the sitting room; someone was hastily entering the room. She heard the voices before she saw the actual people, there were two, both familiar. One was light female voice while the other was a richly accented male.
"Darling, I have news." The female voice was almost timid when she made her announcement.
After several seconds of silence the man spoke, his voice slightly amused by the woman's disposition, "And do you wish to share?" a smile was evident in his voice.
Constance was growing alarmed by the familiarity of the voices; quickly, she walked through the arch and was met with the sight of herself in a long, flowing gown, the satin material was colored a pale rose. Small flowers were stitched into the hem around the bell sleeves and around scooping neckline.
She seemed different though, almost alien in her own eyes. Her hair seemed an even darker shade of black and it shinned silver in the light, her eyes were a lighter, almost icy color of blue and her ears seemed to come to a gentle point. She looked more like the man from the last vision, that realization shook her to the core.
Then she turned her eyes to the man, she only needed to look at the untamed, burnished gold hair to know who her other self was speaking to. The Lamia King.
Before she could pass judgment on the situation, her thoughts were brought to a complete halt when the next sentence that reached her ears. "I've just visited Uzziah." She heard herself say softly, as she moved through the room she caught the worried look that crossed the kings' face at the mention of that name, "Do not worry, there is nothing wrong with us." She finished quickly, her voice more playful and confidant than before.
For a few moments Tristram stood still, as though trying to process the information, then with a slightly confused smile he whispered "Us." then he bolted for her, wrapping her up in his arms instantly and swinging her about.
Joyful laughter could be heard from the embrace; then it happened, they kissed. They made it seem like it was something natural, like it was something they did every moment of every day. When they broke apart the smile on the Lamian kings face spoke of happiness and a kind heart, it all seemed strange yet right, and that scared her more than anything else.
As he opened his mouth to talk, he became blurry, as did the rooms' and her other self. The world began spinning again, twisting and turning on itself. Pulling her to and fro, she tried to shield her eyes by closing them, but the light was too bright, it intensified more and more with each passing second. Bending colors within it, making them so bright they bleed into the white. Then everything was normal again.
She pried her eye lids open and once she was sure of her surroundings she once again fell to water of the fountain, her energy seemed to lessen more and more every time she saw one of the so called 'truths'. Her breathing was labored and harsh, and all signs of color left her face as she remember what she had seen, that surely was not her future, it seemed so different than what she would envision.
Taking 'cleansing breaths' as her Aunt Elizabeth would call them, she stood on shaky legs and faced the last statue, it was the same as the two before it. It held one last vial of liquid on a silver platter, the word 'Present' etched into it.
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Tristram watched, wonder written clearly over his face, as she appeared in apartments that resembled his. Only the colors were slightly off and the woman's closet and dressing table seemed out of place, but otherwise they were exactly like his quarters. What could that place possibly have to do with her future?
Then, he watched in utter fascination as he saw the other two people enter. It was wrong though, none of that should happen, this was not part of his plan, this was not supposed to happen. His mind was racing as he saw himself, acting normal, not placing the 'evil nightmare' mask over his features, look at the Halfling with worried eyes. She was not supposed to him like that!
Four small words rung out from the crystal world, and they made his world fall down. "Nothing wrong with us..."
Without warning the crystal fell from his finger tips and shattered on the floor.
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Sorry for the delay in updates, I just started a new semester and my classes are killing me, but I will try as hard as I can to update regularly.
~Raven~