Nix Entente: Sorry. XD But seriously, this is on FFN.net, viz, fanfiction, so obviously it doesn't belong to me.
But... Um... Sure. This fic not mine blah blah blah, universe created by Sonic Team. Stuff thingies. Whosit. End of Disclaimer. XD
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NiGHTS glided through the air, it was fun. Everything was fun. Life was incredibly so. He dropped down out of the sky into a cloud and swooped up again on the other side, trailing wisps of vapour. He tilted as he soared up again, tilted over and over. He flipped in the air and as he let himself drop, executing a graceful dive into a cloud lower down. As he sailed gently over the Tor of Frozen Bell, he watched the sylphs play in the drifting snow. Sylphs were pure--if lesser--wind Nightmaren, related to Donovan, the wind Guardian. Since NiGHTS was a sprite, wind and water, he felt naturally kin with these playful Nightmaren who remained mostly untouched by the Wizeman's corruption.
A few Nightopians danced around, since they were among the snow and air, they would probably mature to be sylphs or nymphs.
The sprite waved down at the Nightmaren and then, decided on a whim that it would be fun to be somewhere new, turned and headed off towards Splash Garden.
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The dim light filtered through into the massive room from where light from a hole in the cliff face was reflected down by a series of mirrors.
Jackle hurried down the dark hall, clutching the book to his chest protectively. Though the walls and ceiling looked like a natural cave, someone had taken great care to even the floor out and tile it with black marble. The hall was lit by strange symbols glowing off the walls.
A few goblins scuttled out of the way for the General as he made his way to another hall, this time, someone had used granite to make smooth walls, and more of the gleaming black marble had been used for the balustered pillars lining each side of the hallway. An even hole in the ceiling was the entrance from outside for the Generals that flew.
Where the beam of light hit the middle of the room, something stretched up to meet it, spidery girders and wheels and cogs. Light gleamed vaguely off of strange filaments set in the floor. A massive case, made of steel bars, stood in the centre of the beam, with cables running from it on three points.
The gargoyle reached the massive, arched, bronze double doors at the end of the hall, and kneeled respectfully.
As his footsteps echoed away, he began to feel something probing into his mind, examining him to see if he was who he was. Jackle concentrated on the floor tile in front of him and ignored the unpleasant feeling as best he could. Abruptly, the presence left. There was a booming groan from the door as something clanged within the surrounding walls. A short pause, then the doors slowly moved open... Open into the Wizeman's throne room...
Jackle hesitated only a second before stepping into the magnificently powerful efreet's presence, dropping onto his knee again and waiting.
The marble floor here was a network of cracks, blue fire hissing out of it and streaming upwards into the haze where the Wizeman was.
The Wizeman.
The massive shape hung in the darkness above, the deep blue cloak shifted and swirled with the constant thermals. At its top was a small head, lightning crackled out of it, obscuring its few features. The head itself was blind, for the efreet's many hands served the purpose.
One of the massive stone hands dropped out of the darkness and stopped in front of the gargoyle, a deep, almost liquid amethyst eye set in the palm of the hand.
"Ahh... Jackle. What have you for me," the deep, molten voice purred, the eye watching eagerly for any forthcoming ideya. As it noticed the tome that Jackle was carrying, the eye narrowed, the pupil dilating slightly.
"What foolishness is this?" It demanded irritably.
Jackle held the book up for inspection. "I come to you, master, to offer knowledge I have discovered in the hope that it will aid our victory."
The booming voice regained its calm, somewhat.
"Ahhhh..." The eye withdrew towards the ceiling, and joined the orbiting ring that surrounded the Wizeman constantly. "Proceed..."
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Cobwebs lay over the machine, tangling in and over on themselves, dust lay like a carpet on the floor, but in spite of the obvious age, the room had not decayed, no rust graced the metallic surfaces, nor was there any trace of moisture in the room.
It waited
But... Um... Sure. This fic not mine blah blah blah, universe created by Sonic Team. Stuff thingies. Whosit. End of Disclaimer. XD
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NiGHTS glided through the air, it was fun. Everything was fun. Life was incredibly so. He dropped down out of the sky into a cloud and swooped up again on the other side, trailing wisps of vapour. He tilted as he soared up again, tilted over and over. He flipped in the air and as he let himself drop, executing a graceful dive into a cloud lower down. As he sailed gently over the Tor of Frozen Bell, he watched the sylphs play in the drifting snow. Sylphs were pure--if lesser--wind Nightmaren, related to Donovan, the wind Guardian. Since NiGHTS was a sprite, wind and water, he felt naturally kin with these playful Nightmaren who remained mostly untouched by the Wizeman's corruption.
A few Nightopians danced around, since they were among the snow and air, they would probably mature to be sylphs or nymphs.
The sprite waved down at the Nightmaren and then, decided on a whim that it would be fun to be somewhere new, turned and headed off towards Splash Garden.
-----------------
The dim light filtered through into the massive room from where light from a hole in the cliff face was reflected down by a series of mirrors.
Jackle hurried down the dark hall, clutching the book to his chest protectively. Though the walls and ceiling looked like a natural cave, someone had taken great care to even the floor out and tile it with black marble. The hall was lit by strange symbols glowing off the walls.
A few goblins scuttled out of the way for the General as he made his way to another hall, this time, someone had used granite to make smooth walls, and more of the gleaming black marble had been used for the balustered pillars lining each side of the hallway. An even hole in the ceiling was the entrance from outside for the Generals that flew.
Where the beam of light hit the middle of the room, something stretched up to meet it, spidery girders and wheels and cogs. Light gleamed vaguely off of strange filaments set in the floor. A massive case, made of steel bars, stood in the centre of the beam, with cables running from it on three points.
The gargoyle reached the massive, arched, bronze double doors at the end of the hall, and kneeled respectfully.
As his footsteps echoed away, he began to feel something probing into his mind, examining him to see if he was who he was. Jackle concentrated on the floor tile in front of him and ignored the unpleasant feeling as best he could. Abruptly, the presence left. There was a booming groan from the door as something clanged within the surrounding walls. A short pause, then the doors slowly moved open... Open into the Wizeman's throne room...
Jackle hesitated only a second before stepping into the magnificently powerful efreet's presence, dropping onto his knee again and waiting.
The marble floor here was a network of cracks, blue fire hissing out of it and streaming upwards into the haze where the Wizeman was.
The Wizeman.
The massive shape hung in the darkness above, the deep blue cloak shifted and swirled with the constant thermals. At its top was a small head, lightning crackled out of it, obscuring its few features. The head itself was blind, for the efreet's many hands served the purpose.
One of the massive stone hands dropped out of the darkness and stopped in front of the gargoyle, a deep, almost liquid amethyst eye set in the palm of the hand.
"Ahh... Jackle. What have you for me," the deep, molten voice purred, the eye watching eagerly for any forthcoming ideya. As it noticed the tome that Jackle was carrying, the eye narrowed, the pupil dilating slightly.
"What foolishness is this?" It demanded irritably.
Jackle held the book up for inspection. "I come to you, master, to offer knowledge I have discovered in the hope that it will aid our victory."
The booming voice regained its calm, somewhat.
"Ahhhh..." The eye withdrew towards the ceiling, and joined the orbiting ring that surrounded the Wizeman constantly. "Proceed..."
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Cobwebs lay over the machine, tangling in and over on themselves, dust lay like a carpet on the floor, but in spite of the obvious age, the room had not decayed, no rust graced the metallic surfaces, nor was there any trace of moisture in the room.
It waited