Chapter one-The Calling
Roberto Dimitri, one of the most powerful men in the world, walked purposefully into the chambers of the Lady Nicole. His black wizard robes billowed around his lanky, lean frame. He had a distinct air of power, knowledge, and awareness around him. He was a leader, and he knew it. His black hair, shoulder length, was cut clean, and straight. His azure eyes seemingly intent, "Nicole!"
"What do you want Roberto? I am busy! Have you come to bother me about becoming Bound again?" She paused at this point to make a thumping noise followed by a loud grunt, "My old friend, I don't want to hear of it anymore." She yelled at him through the door, panting slightly. Roberto began striding toward the sound of her voice. Most people didn't talk to Roberto in this manner, as it was common knowledge that he was the head of the Bound.
"Nicole! We must talk, it is of the utmost urgency." He told her, his tone making it sound far from important. As he opened the door to her room he found her harshly punishing a punching bag for some unfathomable crime. Her face was twisted with un-released pain. Her hair was hanging in her face like a black curtain over her pale skin. "Nicole, this is no way for the heir to the throne to act."
She laughed harshly, "The throne?" Another laugh ensued. "The throne?" Her voice rose on the last note. "I want no throne. Lord Kain does a well enough job for my tastes. He can have this country and all the people in it." She paused again, beating the punching bag with, if possible, increased fervor, "I must be ready! The day of recompense draws ever nearer. The day that I find that moral bankrupt that murdered my parents." She smiled grimly, "And return the favor. The day has been nine years in the making, and I plan to be prepared." She jumped and delivered an intense round kick to the bag. The bag began a slow swing towards the left wall, Nicole in a seeming fit of rage spun and side kicked the bag, making it almost pull out of its anchoring.
Roberto's features hardened, "I was hoping that you would comply, I do not wish to hurt you."
"Hurt me? Who ever" she stuttered a bit on the word ever "ever, cared about hurting me?" She sounded on the verge of tears. Instead he lip curled in a nasty smile while she redoubled her efforts to break the punching bag.
He looked at her sadly "My dear, you have a vast potential inside of you. This hitting you are doing now is but a sample of the power that you will wield when you become Bound. You are Bound, you are ready, and it is time." She looked at him again and walked toward him, her eyes challenging him boldly; her black orbs capturing his slightly lighter ones.
"My dear Roberto," Her voice held much intensity, "You do not see it properly, I want not to be Bound, I want only to live." She looked into his clean-cut, face. "You, my dear, have it all wrong." She put her hand on his well-muscled arm, "I am not Bound, I am but a fighter, a warrior. The Bound's philosophical drivel does not concern me."
His features again hardened, jaw clenched, muscles taut, "You will be Bound, you are Bound, and you will forever be Bound. Look into my eyes child." When she didn't comply immediately, "I said look into my eyes." She looked up, purely surprised at his tone. Her eyes met his and time stopped for Lady Nicole, her breath became faster and her heart rate skyrocketed. As her breath again began to slow she felt an excruciating pain in her stomach. Her world exploded, revolving around physical pain and mental anguish. Then time began anew. Lady Nicole now had knowledge of hundreds of lives. Now she was one Bound to the Wheel of Time, destined to die, to be born again as a mere baby, to be called, and die again, forever. She now had the knowledge of hundreds of her past lives, as well as her knowledge of the fighting arts. She was one of many, and many of one.
The Wheel has neither beginnings nor endings, it is a circle forever turning, repeating, and subtly changing. Every single life is a thread in the Wheel, some; though weave the wheel, while others let the wheel weave them. The Bound are some of those that weave the wheel a group of people all destined to be great. The first thus most powerful of the Bound are Desrami Rasum and her one true love, Roberto Dimitri. They have the most immense power of all people on earth. The second Bound that The Powers That Be created were Nicole and Christopher, friends that have known each other since one of the first beginnings in the Wheel. Nicole is one dedicated more so to the healing arts then to the fighting art, which is in no way implying that she cannot fight, Christopher just does it better.
Near the forging of The Wheel of Time, The Powers That Be felt that the world, which was ravaged by war, needed a champion. Thus they gave Roberto his powers. Thinking ahead, The Powers also created a counter-part for him, as it can be lonely being different than everyone else. They took his love and gave her powers, to balance his. The Powers That Be decided that the First wave wasn't enough to save the entire universe, thus creating the Second wave. The Powers also decided that lovers didn't fulfill their entire potential. Then they created Christopher and Nicole, a different version of the first wave, not as powerful, and yet stronger than the wave below them. This version was just friends, loyal, but only friends.
Seeing as the First and Second waves have this massive amount of power, they could take on anything and destroy it. The Powers That Be brought about a change in their powers; they could no longer kill the greatest evil on the earth. If a Bound kills this evil, the world is faced with a greater evil, until one day the wheel is broken. Thus the world will come to an end.
The Bound's greatest power is that of linking. All three waves can link themselves together and perform a great work, otherwise impossible to achieve. If all of the living Bound link themselves together they can perform the greatest feat of all, reanimation. When all of the Bound come together, they must be in the same room; they can reanimate a dead comrade, or leader. Reanimation is hard enough to accomplish that the Bound only changes the cosmic balance in the most dire of needs.
The Powers thought that this second version, while effective could be improved upon; hence the third wave was created, Hawkeye the male, and Kahleea the female. This one different, one male, who can do nothing but heal, and one female, that could only destroy. The Powers thought that they would balance each other out, on a cosmic level. They were wrong.
All Bound can feel the their counter-person in a way that directs them towards them. All female Bound can find Desrami at will, while the males can find Roberto. The Bound get 'called' between the ages of fifteen and sixteen. Not necessarily at the same time, or when they are the same age. Some people realize that they are destined to be Bound, these people fight the Binding with all their might. If this is so, and one of the Bound knows that a person is to become Bound, they can force a calling, after the age of nineteen. Nicole was such a person; she set herself up for the pain of being forced to be Bound, causing a very unpleasant experience.
She fainted away; the only thing supporting her was Roberto. Slowly she began to come to, blinking rapidly, "Roberto! I need.I..." She trailed off overwhelmed by the thoughts and memories floating through her. She had just been forcefully Bound. As her breath began to steady she looked into Roberto's eyes "Who else has been called?"
"You are but the last, forgive me for hurting you." He was referring to her recent Binding. The doors opened again, "Nic-" The servant saw Roberto there, and immediately bowed, "Good sir, I was looking for the Lady Nicole."
"I gathered as much boy." Roberto was impatient, wanting to finish talking with Nicole.
"Xavier, what is it?" Nicole asked him calmly, her eyes never leaving his. Xavier immediately got the silent message and bowed again.
"The lord Kain, has requested your presence at the state dinner tonight."
"Thank you very much, you may go." She waved an imperious hand at him. The conversation picked up again, like nothing had happened, "It is alright, and do you know where Christopher is? I can feel him, to the far north." She began to become puzzled. All Bound can feel the other person from the wave that they were created in. This sense gives the Bound a direction in which to go to find their partners. She took a calming breath and attempted too remember the past more clearly, when you first get called, your past lives are hazy. She gasped remembering the previous life, the betrayal.
"Yes, he is in hiding." Roberto told her looking saddened. He smiled a bit, "What was that with the serving boy? Some eye contact, silent messages." He raised an eyebrow, "Anyone I should be telling Christopher to be checking into?"
She looked him straight in the eye, "Lord Kain wants me at dinner, after all I am the figurehead of Xanadu." She quickly changed the subject, "Are you coming with me to find Christopher?"
"Of course." His answer hadn't ever even been in question.
"I'll need my weapons." She then shook her head, "but then I have my weapons." Walking over to a rack holding various tools of death and destruction, she arched an eyebrow at Roberto, "are you going planning on standing there staring or turning like a gentlemen?"
A small smile played on his lips, "Yes sir." He turned around. Twenty minutes later she was ready to go, fully armed and prepared.
Nicole had doffed long black pants and a tight black shirt. Over this she wore a long black leather jerkin. Had the coat been opened you could have seen her assortment of weapons. These ranged from, daggers, to at least four different types of swords, bows, arrows, a staff even. She was deadly effective with them all. She was carrying a virtual armory. She smiled, "I have missed this."
Roberto Dimitri, one of the most powerful men in the world, walked purposefully into the chambers of the Lady Nicole. His black wizard robes billowed around his lanky, lean frame. He had a distinct air of power, knowledge, and awareness around him. He was a leader, and he knew it. His black hair, shoulder length, was cut clean, and straight. His azure eyes seemingly intent, "Nicole!"
"What do you want Roberto? I am busy! Have you come to bother me about becoming Bound again?" She paused at this point to make a thumping noise followed by a loud grunt, "My old friend, I don't want to hear of it anymore." She yelled at him through the door, panting slightly. Roberto began striding toward the sound of her voice. Most people didn't talk to Roberto in this manner, as it was common knowledge that he was the head of the Bound.
"Nicole! We must talk, it is of the utmost urgency." He told her, his tone making it sound far from important. As he opened the door to her room he found her harshly punishing a punching bag for some unfathomable crime. Her face was twisted with un-released pain. Her hair was hanging in her face like a black curtain over her pale skin. "Nicole, this is no way for the heir to the throne to act."
She laughed harshly, "The throne?" Another laugh ensued. "The throne?" Her voice rose on the last note. "I want no throne. Lord Kain does a well enough job for my tastes. He can have this country and all the people in it." She paused again, beating the punching bag with, if possible, increased fervor, "I must be ready! The day of recompense draws ever nearer. The day that I find that moral bankrupt that murdered my parents." She smiled grimly, "And return the favor. The day has been nine years in the making, and I plan to be prepared." She jumped and delivered an intense round kick to the bag. The bag began a slow swing towards the left wall, Nicole in a seeming fit of rage spun and side kicked the bag, making it almost pull out of its anchoring.
Roberto's features hardened, "I was hoping that you would comply, I do not wish to hurt you."
"Hurt me? Who ever" she stuttered a bit on the word ever "ever, cared about hurting me?" She sounded on the verge of tears. Instead he lip curled in a nasty smile while she redoubled her efforts to break the punching bag.
He looked at her sadly "My dear, you have a vast potential inside of you. This hitting you are doing now is but a sample of the power that you will wield when you become Bound. You are Bound, you are ready, and it is time." She looked at him again and walked toward him, her eyes challenging him boldly; her black orbs capturing his slightly lighter ones.
"My dear Roberto," Her voice held much intensity, "You do not see it properly, I want not to be Bound, I want only to live." She looked into his clean-cut, face. "You, my dear, have it all wrong." She put her hand on his well-muscled arm, "I am not Bound, I am but a fighter, a warrior. The Bound's philosophical drivel does not concern me."
His features again hardened, jaw clenched, muscles taut, "You will be Bound, you are Bound, and you will forever be Bound. Look into my eyes child." When she didn't comply immediately, "I said look into my eyes." She looked up, purely surprised at his tone. Her eyes met his and time stopped for Lady Nicole, her breath became faster and her heart rate skyrocketed. As her breath again began to slow she felt an excruciating pain in her stomach. Her world exploded, revolving around physical pain and mental anguish. Then time began anew. Lady Nicole now had knowledge of hundreds of lives. Now she was one Bound to the Wheel of Time, destined to die, to be born again as a mere baby, to be called, and die again, forever. She now had the knowledge of hundreds of her past lives, as well as her knowledge of the fighting arts. She was one of many, and many of one.
The Wheel has neither beginnings nor endings, it is a circle forever turning, repeating, and subtly changing. Every single life is a thread in the Wheel, some; though weave the wheel, while others let the wheel weave them. The Bound are some of those that weave the wheel a group of people all destined to be great. The first thus most powerful of the Bound are Desrami Rasum and her one true love, Roberto Dimitri. They have the most immense power of all people on earth. The second Bound that The Powers That Be created were Nicole and Christopher, friends that have known each other since one of the first beginnings in the Wheel. Nicole is one dedicated more so to the healing arts then to the fighting art, which is in no way implying that she cannot fight, Christopher just does it better.
Near the forging of The Wheel of Time, The Powers That Be felt that the world, which was ravaged by war, needed a champion. Thus they gave Roberto his powers. Thinking ahead, The Powers also created a counter-part for him, as it can be lonely being different than everyone else. They took his love and gave her powers, to balance his. The Powers That Be decided that the First wave wasn't enough to save the entire universe, thus creating the Second wave. The Powers also decided that lovers didn't fulfill their entire potential. Then they created Christopher and Nicole, a different version of the first wave, not as powerful, and yet stronger than the wave below them. This version was just friends, loyal, but only friends.
Seeing as the First and Second waves have this massive amount of power, they could take on anything and destroy it. The Powers That Be brought about a change in their powers; they could no longer kill the greatest evil on the earth. If a Bound kills this evil, the world is faced with a greater evil, until one day the wheel is broken. Thus the world will come to an end.
The Bound's greatest power is that of linking. All three waves can link themselves together and perform a great work, otherwise impossible to achieve. If all of the living Bound link themselves together they can perform the greatest feat of all, reanimation. When all of the Bound come together, they must be in the same room; they can reanimate a dead comrade, or leader. Reanimation is hard enough to accomplish that the Bound only changes the cosmic balance in the most dire of needs.
The Powers thought that this second version, while effective could be improved upon; hence the third wave was created, Hawkeye the male, and Kahleea the female. This one different, one male, who can do nothing but heal, and one female, that could only destroy. The Powers thought that they would balance each other out, on a cosmic level. They were wrong.
All Bound can feel the their counter-person in a way that directs them towards them. All female Bound can find Desrami at will, while the males can find Roberto. The Bound get 'called' between the ages of fifteen and sixteen. Not necessarily at the same time, or when they are the same age. Some people realize that they are destined to be Bound, these people fight the Binding with all their might. If this is so, and one of the Bound knows that a person is to become Bound, they can force a calling, after the age of nineteen. Nicole was such a person; she set herself up for the pain of being forced to be Bound, causing a very unpleasant experience.
She fainted away; the only thing supporting her was Roberto. Slowly she began to come to, blinking rapidly, "Roberto! I need.I..." She trailed off overwhelmed by the thoughts and memories floating through her. She had just been forcefully Bound. As her breath began to steady she looked into Roberto's eyes "Who else has been called?"
"You are but the last, forgive me for hurting you." He was referring to her recent Binding. The doors opened again, "Nic-" The servant saw Roberto there, and immediately bowed, "Good sir, I was looking for the Lady Nicole."
"I gathered as much boy." Roberto was impatient, wanting to finish talking with Nicole.
"Xavier, what is it?" Nicole asked him calmly, her eyes never leaving his. Xavier immediately got the silent message and bowed again.
"The lord Kain, has requested your presence at the state dinner tonight."
"Thank you very much, you may go." She waved an imperious hand at him. The conversation picked up again, like nothing had happened, "It is alright, and do you know where Christopher is? I can feel him, to the far north." She began to become puzzled. All Bound can feel the other person from the wave that they were created in. This sense gives the Bound a direction in which to go to find their partners. She took a calming breath and attempted too remember the past more clearly, when you first get called, your past lives are hazy. She gasped remembering the previous life, the betrayal.
"Yes, he is in hiding." Roberto told her looking saddened. He smiled a bit, "What was that with the serving boy? Some eye contact, silent messages." He raised an eyebrow, "Anyone I should be telling Christopher to be checking into?"
She looked him straight in the eye, "Lord Kain wants me at dinner, after all I am the figurehead of Xanadu." She quickly changed the subject, "Are you coming with me to find Christopher?"
"Of course." His answer hadn't ever even been in question.
"I'll need my weapons." She then shook her head, "but then I have my weapons." Walking over to a rack holding various tools of death and destruction, she arched an eyebrow at Roberto, "are you going planning on standing there staring or turning like a gentlemen?"
A small smile played on his lips, "Yes sir." He turned around. Twenty minutes later she was ready to go, fully armed and prepared.
Nicole had doffed long black pants and a tight black shirt. Over this she wore a long black leather jerkin. Had the coat been opened you could have seen her assortment of weapons. These ranged from, daggers, to at least four different types of swords, bows, arrows, a staff even. She was deadly effective with them all. She was carrying a virtual armory. She smiled, "I have missed this."