A/N: Typo from ch. 13…I CAN get my license…*rolls eyes* I can be such a
horrible typer (Typist) at times…maybe I should proofread a little closer
before posting. *shrugs* Whatever, enjoy!
Chapter Fourteen: Dreaming or Remembering?
/ Where am I…? / Jezabel floated above the great white marble city. In the center was an arena like set up, but rather than seeing lions or gladiators there she saw a large machine. Made of gold, bronze, and other precious metals, it was easily the biggest landmark in the whole city. Gears spun, cranks turned, and shafts plunged up and down in some complex and intricate dance. At the very top of this great work was the largest gem she had ever seen in her life. It had to be twice Jezabel's height in diameter, and made a perfect circle, just like it shone with the perfect hue of deep blue, tinged with an emerald green that shone where the light bounce off of it.
But more amazing than the artifact was the people, or angels. What she didn't know was that these were draconians. And while Jezabel thought she was floating over some Greek ruin, it was actually the lost city of Atlantis herself.
They were all so beautiful, with wings so intricate that you could see every feather and detail. Above her, feathers started to rain down calmly like a sun shower in the late spring. The Atlantians clothes were nothing short of god-like, but so was everything about them, their hair, demeanor, themselves, it was like they were gods.
The sun shone down on her, cleansing her soul, a pure light Jezabel had never seen the likes of on earth, almost like the sun of Gaea, but a thousand time more wonderful. She spun around relishing in it, and realized that she too had wings. Great long ones, the purest of white, and so soft. Gingerly, she ran a hand over them, and it was like…the fur of a kitten, or of a newborn rabbit, it was so…soft. More like her hand had been plunged into a tub full of the softest things imaginable and even that couldn't compare to the silk-like feel of her newfound glory.
As she saw more of herself, Jezabel realized that she was clad in garb that out shone all the others splendor. Seemingly like a ceremonial robe decorated with golden threads and jewels that were part of the fabric, not just sewn on. With every move the long fabric shimmered in the rising sunlight making her a crystal among the stars.
Her hair had grown so it reached to her ankles and was held back with ribbons and chains of the finest caliber conceivable. It was like she was part of the royal line here, for although everyone else zooming around her seemed nothing short of angelic, she easily surpassed him or her.
Everyone was casting reverent glances, bowing their heads as they passed in acknowledgement of her presence. Bewildered as to why she was so special she stopped one of the winged ones and asked him.
"Please, can you tell me why you all show so much respect, and why am I clad so beautifully?" Her voice shocked her, it was smooth, even, and tranquil, enough to tame any beast. Not only that, but where did that sprout of elegance come from? Normally it would have been, 'What the bloody hell is going on!' But she didn't say that…strangely enough.
"Why m'lady, you are our queen, you and your younger sister rule Atlantis."
"But how can this be? I am no queen…"
"Then how do you explain the diadem on your brow, or your control over the elements? Good day m'lady."
The angel she had called upon flew off to join his friends in their frolicking in the sky.
/ Control over the elements? / And suddenly she felt it, everything she could control with a flick of her hand. The wind, water, earth, and flame. But, not just the basic four…all the little half-elements as well. Ice, lightning, lava, storms, fog, and many others besides. She didn't have to express her power to know it was there, she just knew that it could be called upon if need be.
/ The Lost City of Atlantis? How could…how can this be? / But there was no mistaking it. The grand architecture could have only been one thing…it could only be Atlantis. Had all the Greek ruins of the world been restored, they still would have paled in comparison. The water from canals and fountain shone such a brilliant blue translucent color; it made you long for nothing else but to drink in the cool liquid to parch your dry throat. Even in the heat of midday it would be cool to the touch, perfect for bathing or swimming to escape the summers heat.
It was always warm there, but if it ever became too dry or too hot, the queens would intervene. Bring a welcome rain, or a cooling breeze to alleviate their people. Such was life in the utopia of Atlantis, but as all good things must it had to come to an end…
Jezabel felt herself ripped away from the scene, no longer part of it, but still watching none the less. She was a ghost in a memory from the past, the past of her ancestors. Unable to affect her surroundings, but staying there out of harms way to observe, perhaps to learn.
The sky had darkened, Jezabel didn't need anyone to tell her it was because the gods were angered. She knew it deep inside of her, but she also heard it from the screams of the panicked people in the streets. A council had gathered in the coliseum area. All is staring reverently at the great machine in the center.
"Our greed has become our undoing!" The elder yelled, "We have become so powerful that we rival the gods, and soon will overpower them! It is as much our sin as it was our ancestors, but here we must pay the price." He paused to collect his thoughts before calling to the council again, "The power of Atlantis is to grant wishes, what shall our last wish be?"
Some had yelled forgiveness, others had yelled destruction, and war. But it was a timid child that spoke into their hearts, "Let the gods have this world, let us create our own where will not be persecuted, let it be like Atlantis only better, let it be Gaea." She climbed down from the podium as steadily as she had climbed up, and stood back to see what there reactions would be.
Like the aftermath of some great destructive force, when everyone is surveying the damage done, it was silent.
"Yes! Yes!" They cried
"The child has seen what we cannot!"
"There we will not pose as a threat to the gods of this world."
The Elder raised his hands, with palms as white as his vast beard that sweeped the floor, "Wisely spoken young one. All in favor, shine the light."
The glare was so bright and brilliant from the voter's tools that even Jezabel had to shield her eyes, and she was a mere shadow in this world of the past. So luminous a light had never beheld her eyes before, and she doubted that she would ever hold it again. It was a rich warm glow, and with all concurrence, the radiance shone with hope, that even in their darkest hour the draconians had found a way to persevere, to live through it all.
"So let it be spoken, so let it be done…"
They all knew what to do, it was a complicated wish, and they didn't have time to organize what they wanted it all to be, for once they had to trust in the magic, and let their underlying hopes come to pass.
One by one a jet of liquid light flew into the orb in the middle, and as each wish was added the brilliance of it grew, each time adding a color to its motley glow.
A chant was uttered, softly at first but growing until it reverberated and tremored through every particle in Jezabel's soul, and suddenly she felt so full of something, but what it was, was beyond words. It felt like magic, and yet it felt like something more…
The words were at a loss to her, something in Latin, the only word she caught was Draco…Draco…Draco, Dragon, these were Draconians, people of the Dragon.
Fear intensified, the doomsday date was drawing ever near, looming above them, like the black clouds. The clouds were not the gray of a summers storm, but black with the anger of the gods. People were dying as lighting bolts struck them down, and poison rain stung their faces, burning and branding them into an agonizing death. Not many were left alive, and the entire royal house was trying to counteract the squall of the gods. Gaea must be created soon, or all would be lost
As if responding to her urgency, the instrument of their power gave way, sending a pale blue light into the heavens, splitting the gods forces, and sending those Atlantians left with it. The council collapsed, and those with their hearts still beating and the fires of their souls still burning were transported to their new land. But the little girl that had saved them all was lost, she collapsed next to the elder, and out of her pocket tumbled a small gray kitten with large eyes that captivated the soul.
"Come here kitty," she whispered, "Come here."
The small kitten clumsily tottered to her master.
"Good kitty." The child began to stroke her, such a sweet child, with hair of such a pale gold it seemed platinum, scarlet lips, and rose-tinted cheeks that dotted her fair face. Such a beautiful child…and so old for her years, she didn't look more than ten, if that.
Whether the gods took mercy on her, or it was the wish of the elder, Jezabel wasn't sure, it all happened at once – It could have been both. The old man's hand lifted, and his blue eyes had gone white, his beard rustled so softly from his breath, and what was expressed, was not heard. The child's hand stiffened and dropped onto the kitten, as the kitten crawled from under it to lick her master's face.
The Elder went rigid, and a swirling mixture of air and sea foam lifted up the child's soul and the kitten, in a cataclysmic event the two became one, and the cat now held a human's soul. From above and everywhere else came a voice.
'You have not yet completed your task,
But your body is spent and you cannot return,
Those on Gaea shall need you now,
Now and thousands of years from now.
Gaea was your creation,
You shall be the guardian of it.
Take pride in your duty,
For until the one you chose to reign comes into being,
You are the guardian,
The One with the Eyes of Gems.
Go now, and rule your world, as we rule ours.
Gem left, disappearing into a beam of light, as soon as she was gone, the waves about the city crashed in, forever wiping Atlantis off the face of the Earth, sending it into a Land of Limbo – The Mystic Valley…
Jezabel woke with a start, what she had just witnessed was neither a memory nor a dream. But it wasn't a vision, or maybe part of it was. Whatever the case, she knew it had to do with one thing… "Gem…" she whispered aloud.
Not wanting to forget her epic dream, she scouted around for parchment and a quill, as she wrote it down, she knew she wasn't going to forget it, but she wanted the record anyway…so that others wouldn't forget as well.
"Why does everything have to happen at once?" she wondered aloud, and as with most wonderings, the answer was out there somewhere, everywhere but here.
A/N: (again…) Well, does that clear up some foggy areas, or have I succeeded in confusing you all further? BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! *ack* *chokes* Water….
Igor: (guy from Frankenstein) Here mashter
Ice: Thank you, Igor? *faints*
Josh: Now look at what you did…AGAIN!
Igor: I'm shorry…
Josh: *rolls eyes* *Hits Ice w/ giant mallet to wake her up.*
Ice: Ow! What was that for?
Josh: You fainted…again…
Ice: Really? What for this time?
Josh: Same as all the other times
Ice: *blank look*
Josh: I'm not saying cuz we'll just keep going in circles and you're gonna end up with one hell-of-a headache.
Ice: Fine…*brightens* Anyway, Today is my Birthday! (May, 30th) and here is my birthday gift to you! *throws confetti* No it's not the confetti, it's the chappie! (In case you can't tell I had fun writing it) *blinks* I'm tired. You see I get up at the crack of dawn every morning just to work on this…I don't get time in the afternoon…*shrugs* Well, once again, a really long authors note…does anybody read these? Oh, and to Very Evil daughter of …You-know-who *whispers* Lord V-voldemort… *gulps* Thanks for the happy B- day wish, and since you were the first person to read the last chappie…This one is dedicated to you! *applause is heard* Wow, REALLY long A/N…upps, better go,
Ciao!
Ice Eyes ^_~ *skips away singing 'happy birthday to me!'*
Chapter Fourteen: Dreaming or Remembering?
/ Where am I…? / Jezabel floated above the great white marble city. In the center was an arena like set up, but rather than seeing lions or gladiators there she saw a large machine. Made of gold, bronze, and other precious metals, it was easily the biggest landmark in the whole city. Gears spun, cranks turned, and shafts plunged up and down in some complex and intricate dance. At the very top of this great work was the largest gem she had ever seen in her life. It had to be twice Jezabel's height in diameter, and made a perfect circle, just like it shone with the perfect hue of deep blue, tinged with an emerald green that shone where the light bounce off of it.
But more amazing than the artifact was the people, or angels. What she didn't know was that these were draconians. And while Jezabel thought she was floating over some Greek ruin, it was actually the lost city of Atlantis herself.
They were all so beautiful, with wings so intricate that you could see every feather and detail. Above her, feathers started to rain down calmly like a sun shower in the late spring. The Atlantians clothes were nothing short of god-like, but so was everything about them, their hair, demeanor, themselves, it was like they were gods.
The sun shone down on her, cleansing her soul, a pure light Jezabel had never seen the likes of on earth, almost like the sun of Gaea, but a thousand time more wonderful. She spun around relishing in it, and realized that she too had wings. Great long ones, the purest of white, and so soft. Gingerly, she ran a hand over them, and it was like…the fur of a kitten, or of a newborn rabbit, it was so…soft. More like her hand had been plunged into a tub full of the softest things imaginable and even that couldn't compare to the silk-like feel of her newfound glory.
As she saw more of herself, Jezabel realized that she was clad in garb that out shone all the others splendor. Seemingly like a ceremonial robe decorated with golden threads and jewels that were part of the fabric, not just sewn on. With every move the long fabric shimmered in the rising sunlight making her a crystal among the stars.
Her hair had grown so it reached to her ankles and was held back with ribbons and chains of the finest caliber conceivable. It was like she was part of the royal line here, for although everyone else zooming around her seemed nothing short of angelic, she easily surpassed him or her.
Everyone was casting reverent glances, bowing their heads as they passed in acknowledgement of her presence. Bewildered as to why she was so special she stopped one of the winged ones and asked him.
"Please, can you tell me why you all show so much respect, and why am I clad so beautifully?" Her voice shocked her, it was smooth, even, and tranquil, enough to tame any beast. Not only that, but where did that sprout of elegance come from? Normally it would have been, 'What the bloody hell is going on!' But she didn't say that…strangely enough.
"Why m'lady, you are our queen, you and your younger sister rule Atlantis."
"But how can this be? I am no queen…"
"Then how do you explain the diadem on your brow, or your control over the elements? Good day m'lady."
The angel she had called upon flew off to join his friends in their frolicking in the sky.
/ Control over the elements? / And suddenly she felt it, everything she could control with a flick of her hand. The wind, water, earth, and flame. But, not just the basic four…all the little half-elements as well. Ice, lightning, lava, storms, fog, and many others besides. She didn't have to express her power to know it was there, she just knew that it could be called upon if need be.
/ The Lost City of Atlantis? How could…how can this be? / But there was no mistaking it. The grand architecture could have only been one thing…it could only be Atlantis. Had all the Greek ruins of the world been restored, they still would have paled in comparison. The water from canals and fountain shone such a brilliant blue translucent color; it made you long for nothing else but to drink in the cool liquid to parch your dry throat. Even in the heat of midday it would be cool to the touch, perfect for bathing or swimming to escape the summers heat.
It was always warm there, but if it ever became too dry or too hot, the queens would intervene. Bring a welcome rain, or a cooling breeze to alleviate their people. Such was life in the utopia of Atlantis, but as all good things must it had to come to an end…
Jezabel felt herself ripped away from the scene, no longer part of it, but still watching none the less. She was a ghost in a memory from the past, the past of her ancestors. Unable to affect her surroundings, but staying there out of harms way to observe, perhaps to learn.
The sky had darkened, Jezabel didn't need anyone to tell her it was because the gods were angered. She knew it deep inside of her, but she also heard it from the screams of the panicked people in the streets. A council had gathered in the coliseum area. All is staring reverently at the great machine in the center.
"Our greed has become our undoing!" The elder yelled, "We have become so powerful that we rival the gods, and soon will overpower them! It is as much our sin as it was our ancestors, but here we must pay the price." He paused to collect his thoughts before calling to the council again, "The power of Atlantis is to grant wishes, what shall our last wish be?"
Some had yelled forgiveness, others had yelled destruction, and war. But it was a timid child that spoke into their hearts, "Let the gods have this world, let us create our own where will not be persecuted, let it be like Atlantis only better, let it be Gaea." She climbed down from the podium as steadily as she had climbed up, and stood back to see what there reactions would be.
Like the aftermath of some great destructive force, when everyone is surveying the damage done, it was silent.
"Yes! Yes!" They cried
"The child has seen what we cannot!"
"There we will not pose as a threat to the gods of this world."
The Elder raised his hands, with palms as white as his vast beard that sweeped the floor, "Wisely spoken young one. All in favor, shine the light."
The glare was so bright and brilliant from the voter's tools that even Jezabel had to shield her eyes, and she was a mere shadow in this world of the past. So luminous a light had never beheld her eyes before, and she doubted that she would ever hold it again. It was a rich warm glow, and with all concurrence, the radiance shone with hope, that even in their darkest hour the draconians had found a way to persevere, to live through it all.
"So let it be spoken, so let it be done…"
They all knew what to do, it was a complicated wish, and they didn't have time to organize what they wanted it all to be, for once they had to trust in the magic, and let their underlying hopes come to pass.
One by one a jet of liquid light flew into the orb in the middle, and as each wish was added the brilliance of it grew, each time adding a color to its motley glow.
A chant was uttered, softly at first but growing until it reverberated and tremored through every particle in Jezabel's soul, and suddenly she felt so full of something, but what it was, was beyond words. It felt like magic, and yet it felt like something more…
The words were at a loss to her, something in Latin, the only word she caught was Draco…Draco…Draco, Dragon, these were Draconians, people of the Dragon.
Fear intensified, the doomsday date was drawing ever near, looming above them, like the black clouds. The clouds were not the gray of a summers storm, but black with the anger of the gods. People were dying as lighting bolts struck them down, and poison rain stung their faces, burning and branding them into an agonizing death. Not many were left alive, and the entire royal house was trying to counteract the squall of the gods. Gaea must be created soon, or all would be lost
As if responding to her urgency, the instrument of their power gave way, sending a pale blue light into the heavens, splitting the gods forces, and sending those Atlantians left with it. The council collapsed, and those with their hearts still beating and the fires of their souls still burning were transported to their new land. But the little girl that had saved them all was lost, she collapsed next to the elder, and out of her pocket tumbled a small gray kitten with large eyes that captivated the soul.
"Come here kitty," she whispered, "Come here."
The small kitten clumsily tottered to her master.
"Good kitty." The child began to stroke her, such a sweet child, with hair of such a pale gold it seemed platinum, scarlet lips, and rose-tinted cheeks that dotted her fair face. Such a beautiful child…and so old for her years, she didn't look more than ten, if that.
Whether the gods took mercy on her, or it was the wish of the elder, Jezabel wasn't sure, it all happened at once – It could have been both. The old man's hand lifted, and his blue eyes had gone white, his beard rustled so softly from his breath, and what was expressed, was not heard. The child's hand stiffened and dropped onto the kitten, as the kitten crawled from under it to lick her master's face.
The Elder went rigid, and a swirling mixture of air and sea foam lifted up the child's soul and the kitten, in a cataclysmic event the two became one, and the cat now held a human's soul. From above and everywhere else came a voice.
'You have not yet completed your task,
But your body is spent and you cannot return,
Those on Gaea shall need you now,
Now and thousands of years from now.
Gaea was your creation,
You shall be the guardian of it.
Take pride in your duty,
For until the one you chose to reign comes into being,
You are the guardian,
The One with the Eyes of Gems.
Go now, and rule your world, as we rule ours.
Gem left, disappearing into a beam of light, as soon as she was gone, the waves about the city crashed in, forever wiping Atlantis off the face of the Earth, sending it into a Land of Limbo – The Mystic Valley…
Jezabel woke with a start, what she had just witnessed was neither a memory nor a dream. But it wasn't a vision, or maybe part of it was. Whatever the case, she knew it had to do with one thing… "Gem…" she whispered aloud.
Not wanting to forget her epic dream, she scouted around for parchment and a quill, as she wrote it down, she knew she wasn't going to forget it, but she wanted the record anyway…so that others wouldn't forget as well.
"Why does everything have to happen at once?" she wondered aloud, and as with most wonderings, the answer was out there somewhere, everywhere but here.
A/N: (again…) Well, does that clear up some foggy areas, or have I succeeded in confusing you all further? BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! *ack* *chokes* Water….
Igor: (guy from Frankenstein) Here mashter
Ice: Thank you, Igor? *faints*
Josh: Now look at what you did…AGAIN!
Igor: I'm shorry…
Josh: *rolls eyes* *Hits Ice w/ giant mallet to wake her up.*
Ice: Ow! What was that for?
Josh: You fainted…again…
Ice: Really? What for this time?
Josh: Same as all the other times
Ice: *blank look*
Josh: I'm not saying cuz we'll just keep going in circles and you're gonna end up with one hell-of-a headache.
Ice: Fine…*brightens* Anyway, Today is my Birthday! (May, 30th) and here is my birthday gift to you! *throws confetti* No it's not the confetti, it's the chappie! (In case you can't tell I had fun writing it) *blinks* I'm tired. You see I get up at the crack of dawn every morning just to work on this…I don't get time in the afternoon…*shrugs* Well, once again, a really long authors note…does anybody read these? Oh, and to Very Evil daughter of …You-know-who *whispers* Lord V-voldemort… *gulps* Thanks for the happy B- day wish, and since you were the first person to read the last chappie…This one is dedicated to you! *applause is heard* Wow, REALLY long A/N…upps, better go,
Ciao!
Ice Eyes ^_~ *skips away singing 'happy birthday to me!'*