Well--- this seems to be moving right along for now. Wonder how long I can
keep this pace up. Eh *shrug*
That aside--- and I am really feeling like a broken record here---
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ. I just happen to like one of the characters a lot.
Atashi No Torankusu-kun! *clutches him protectively.*
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Every three weeks or so she allowed him a days rest. But the other consecutive twenty days she pretty well ran him ragged. He had eventually learned how to tap into inner strength that he had never known about. Soon he was returning the rally of flames launched at him, and returning some of his own. However in hand to hand she was still denting his jaw more than he could block. She was surprisingly strong.
During one of the nights off Trunks decided to take advantage of the stifling silence. "So why don't you ever talk about who you really are?"
She didn't even bother to glance at him. "Elaborate." Her tone was flat and made him a little uncomfortable to continue.
"Like, I dunno. Yer past I guess. How you can be more powerful than even my father and half his age." He risked a glance. Her eyes were distant. He could almost sense the wisdom buried deep within the bold emeralds. "I think you owe me an explanation seeing how you have gotten to know just about everything about me in the last few months." His stomach played jump rope when her eyes locked with his. Her expression was noncommental but her gaze spoke volumes. "Who are you really?"
"I told you who I am."
"No, you gave me a name. That doesn't count. I mean where did you come from; why have you taken over on this quest; why you have recruited me; et cetra."
She sighed in defeat, knowing full well that he wasn't going to drop the matter and that she had to tell him sooner or later. She had just been hoping for later so as to get her thoughts and replies together.
"I come form the last of an ancient people. We were far advanced in technology even for our time. We have always been long live and blessed with wisdom beyond our time. My people in a sense were the Gods chosen. We possessed their power and intelligence. Too keep our privacy and the rest of the world from discovering and exploiting our abilities we remained hidden on an island.
"Our one and a half millennia of peace soon began to crumble as those of the outer world learned how to navigate the seas. The Gods fearing that we would betray them and allow outsiders access to our secrets they attempted to destroy our civilization."
"Atlantis?"
She nodded slightly. "It is actually a mispronunciation. Nobody but those that spoke our ancient tongue could ever say it right any way. Their languages got in the way."
"So what was it supposed to be anyway?"
"Abhantiau."
Trunks rolled it around on his tongue a moment, having a little trouble as well and nearly saying something else. Shaking the thoughts aside he nodded for her to continue. "So what happened to everyone?"
"Those closest to the coasts set sail. It was a grueling journey from our ancient home to an unknown land. Our island was destroyed beneath forty days and forty nights of rain." Trunks looked at her in shock, his jaw dropping in anticipation of speech, but she raised a hand to continue.
"We settled out here and survived for another four thousand or so years. It has been about five and a quarter centuries post that an evil from the past returned. It was thought to have been sealed within the depths of the world when the Gods first cast human life upon the world. I suppose it broke free after our island was destroyed. You see, we were placed here to keep it contained. But the Gods grew careless and it slipped out of memory for them. After the islands death they most likely figured that it would never escape.
"It finally did though. For its imprisonment it is sought revenge. My people had even forgotten of it. When the demon struck it was without warning. Few were able to escape. Any that were in the village died, except for one girl. She was spared because she had hidden, I guess. Of course others had as well, but her connection to the immortal light was stronger than any other."
"So why wasn't she out there fighting?"
Sierra fell silent, sadness slipping into her eyes. "Because she was scared."
"I guess that makes sense. She was afraid to die, right?"
"No. She knew that she could take the demon to the grave. But she had disgraced her people, now feared judgment eternally."
"Disgraced? By not stepping up to the fight?"
"No. An illegitimate child."
This made no sense to him. "Were you that kid?"
She shakes her head. "That 'girl' vanished into time long ago. As for her child he died. Part of her tears were for him. She had just fed him for the night and now could not sleep herself so had decided to take a walk. Yet something disturbed her soul. She barley had time to take shelter in a store closet. Hiding from the pain her people were facing, and the cries of her son."
Trunks visibly winced at the thought. "So what happened next?"
"She awoke the next morning and slipped out to survey the damage. Everything was gone. Even bone had become ash. From the depths of her soul she swore to destroy the darkness."
"Are you a relation to her? Is that why you have taken up her mission?"
"Yes and no."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
Again Sierra looked up at him. "I said the girl vanished into time. I never said that she was dead."
Trunks winced catching her drift. "Have all your people been able to live this long?"
"No. Three centuries was the usual limit. But like I mentioned the immortal flame and I are connected. It is from where I draw my power. As long as our souls are one then I am technically a Goddess."
"So you can't die?"
"I never said."
"But you just said that-"
"Listen to the whole."
Shaking his head Trunks turned back to the hearth. "You are more difficult than Ebalym."
"At least you share not bed with thee."
~Would probably end up hanging myself at this point in time anyway.~
"Well that was uncalled for!"
Startled Trunks looked over at her sharply. "What?"
"Why would you want to hang yourself?"
Nausea swept over him as he felt all color drain from his features. "Stay out of my thoughts! Besides. You still have one thing to answer." She knew he was changing the subject on purpose, so smirked lightly.
"I have been guided to you by the Gods. I know you are aware of the talents you have been developing over the past months. Each era I have wandered there has been one born with the soul cast in time. I have been chasing this soul for longer than I would like to admit. Each time that I would find it I would train them, we would face the darkness, and I would come to find either they were not strong enough yet, or that they just were not meant to fight."
"Well. That's really reassuring."
"You are different though. I truly believe you to the one that will stand with me in victory."
"But if you're so powerful why do you need help?"
"Nobody is perfect. Besides we all are to seek out our other half."
"---"
"My people believe that a person is only born with half a soul. When we find out match then we are truly complete."
"---"
That aside--- and I am really feeling like a broken record here---
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ. I just happen to like one of the characters a lot.
Atashi No Torankusu-kun! *clutches him protectively.*
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Every three weeks or so she allowed him a days rest. But the other consecutive twenty days she pretty well ran him ragged. He had eventually learned how to tap into inner strength that he had never known about. Soon he was returning the rally of flames launched at him, and returning some of his own. However in hand to hand she was still denting his jaw more than he could block. She was surprisingly strong.
During one of the nights off Trunks decided to take advantage of the stifling silence. "So why don't you ever talk about who you really are?"
She didn't even bother to glance at him. "Elaborate." Her tone was flat and made him a little uncomfortable to continue.
"Like, I dunno. Yer past I guess. How you can be more powerful than even my father and half his age." He risked a glance. Her eyes were distant. He could almost sense the wisdom buried deep within the bold emeralds. "I think you owe me an explanation seeing how you have gotten to know just about everything about me in the last few months." His stomach played jump rope when her eyes locked with his. Her expression was noncommental but her gaze spoke volumes. "Who are you really?"
"I told you who I am."
"No, you gave me a name. That doesn't count. I mean where did you come from; why have you taken over on this quest; why you have recruited me; et cetra."
She sighed in defeat, knowing full well that he wasn't going to drop the matter and that she had to tell him sooner or later. She had just been hoping for later so as to get her thoughts and replies together.
"I come form the last of an ancient people. We were far advanced in technology even for our time. We have always been long live and blessed with wisdom beyond our time. My people in a sense were the Gods chosen. We possessed their power and intelligence. Too keep our privacy and the rest of the world from discovering and exploiting our abilities we remained hidden on an island.
"Our one and a half millennia of peace soon began to crumble as those of the outer world learned how to navigate the seas. The Gods fearing that we would betray them and allow outsiders access to our secrets they attempted to destroy our civilization."
"Atlantis?"
She nodded slightly. "It is actually a mispronunciation. Nobody but those that spoke our ancient tongue could ever say it right any way. Their languages got in the way."
"So what was it supposed to be anyway?"
"Abhantiau."
Trunks rolled it around on his tongue a moment, having a little trouble as well and nearly saying something else. Shaking the thoughts aside he nodded for her to continue. "So what happened to everyone?"
"Those closest to the coasts set sail. It was a grueling journey from our ancient home to an unknown land. Our island was destroyed beneath forty days and forty nights of rain." Trunks looked at her in shock, his jaw dropping in anticipation of speech, but she raised a hand to continue.
"We settled out here and survived for another four thousand or so years. It has been about five and a quarter centuries post that an evil from the past returned. It was thought to have been sealed within the depths of the world when the Gods first cast human life upon the world. I suppose it broke free after our island was destroyed. You see, we were placed here to keep it contained. But the Gods grew careless and it slipped out of memory for them. After the islands death they most likely figured that it would never escape.
"It finally did though. For its imprisonment it is sought revenge. My people had even forgotten of it. When the demon struck it was without warning. Few were able to escape. Any that were in the village died, except for one girl. She was spared because she had hidden, I guess. Of course others had as well, but her connection to the immortal light was stronger than any other."
"So why wasn't she out there fighting?"
Sierra fell silent, sadness slipping into her eyes. "Because she was scared."
"I guess that makes sense. She was afraid to die, right?"
"No. She knew that she could take the demon to the grave. But she had disgraced her people, now feared judgment eternally."
"Disgraced? By not stepping up to the fight?"
"No. An illegitimate child."
This made no sense to him. "Were you that kid?"
She shakes her head. "That 'girl' vanished into time long ago. As for her child he died. Part of her tears were for him. She had just fed him for the night and now could not sleep herself so had decided to take a walk. Yet something disturbed her soul. She barley had time to take shelter in a store closet. Hiding from the pain her people were facing, and the cries of her son."
Trunks visibly winced at the thought. "So what happened next?"
"She awoke the next morning and slipped out to survey the damage. Everything was gone. Even bone had become ash. From the depths of her soul she swore to destroy the darkness."
"Are you a relation to her? Is that why you have taken up her mission?"
"Yes and no."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
Again Sierra looked up at him. "I said the girl vanished into time. I never said that she was dead."
Trunks winced catching her drift. "Have all your people been able to live this long?"
"No. Three centuries was the usual limit. But like I mentioned the immortal flame and I are connected. It is from where I draw my power. As long as our souls are one then I am technically a Goddess."
"So you can't die?"
"I never said."
"But you just said that-"
"Listen to the whole."
Shaking his head Trunks turned back to the hearth. "You are more difficult than Ebalym."
"At least you share not bed with thee."
~Would probably end up hanging myself at this point in time anyway.~
"Well that was uncalled for!"
Startled Trunks looked over at her sharply. "What?"
"Why would you want to hang yourself?"
Nausea swept over him as he felt all color drain from his features. "Stay out of my thoughts! Besides. You still have one thing to answer." She knew he was changing the subject on purpose, so smirked lightly.
"I have been guided to you by the Gods. I know you are aware of the talents you have been developing over the past months. Each era I have wandered there has been one born with the soul cast in time. I have been chasing this soul for longer than I would like to admit. Each time that I would find it I would train them, we would face the darkness, and I would come to find either they were not strong enough yet, or that they just were not meant to fight."
"Well. That's really reassuring."
"You are different though. I truly believe you to the one that will stand with me in victory."
"But if you're so powerful why do you need help?"
"Nobody is perfect. Besides we all are to seek out our other half."
"---"
"My people believe that a person is only born with half a soul. When we find out match then we are truly complete."
"---"
