[u][h1][center][i]Vision Quest to home[/i][/center][/h1][/u]

Everything had gone wrong... everything... Vespa had died amd Lorelai wanted to kill Medusa and... and... it was her fault. Yeris had forced her to egg the mistress on and... for what? Power? A more powerful companion?... none of it mattered anymore. The ride home had felt wrong, extremely. All Genoveve wanted to do was say she was sorry... to help Lorelai, and Elina, and even Alexina... but mostly she had wanted to see Laina again. Beautiful Laina... a constant in a sea insecure unknowns. She would see her again soon, and then she could hold her and... and everything would be alright...

[i][color=f7941d]"Except it wasn't... it never is for you is it? Your whole life, nothing has ever been alright has it? How sad...[/color][/i]

Of course she was right... coming home to the castle had been like a dream, at least until it was a nightmare. Nothing else mattered to Genoveve, not food nor sleep... for days she had sat alone in her room... no trace of Laian could be found in the castle, she had just up and left... and it seemed as if Genoveve may never move again. Then, in the middle of the night she did, and wandered out of the castle no shoes, no bag or any of her meager few possessions... aside from the potion kit she had been given by Lorelai. She did not even know why she had taken it... she did not even know why she was leaving at all... why was she walking? Where was she going? Where... where was she? She had walked for... minutes? Hours? She had no idea but she could not see bloodrose anymore... where was she? It was... some kind of forest, like the glow wood but it felt... off... cursed... somewhere that bad things happened... she pressed on.

[color=f7941d][i]"Ah, and where are we now ditz? Ambling through the woods? Whats the point in this? Turn around, we-"[/i][/color] [i][color=f49ac2]"No."[/color][/i]... [i][color=f7941d]"What?"[/color][/i] [i][color=f49ac2]"No Yeris I... we need to do this... we need to walk here... and further..."[/color][/i]... [color=f7941d][i]"Are you looking for her? You're not going to find her you stupid-"[/i][/color] [i][color=f49ac2]"No."[/color]... [i]"Fine then... walk and we'll see, I don't know whatever it is your feet take you too."[/i][/i]

It was quiet for a long time then, as Genoveve and the spirits witnessed... the woods at work. They saw men eaten alive by their own shadows, and children with no eyes laughing and dancing with beasts who rose from the peat to chase them. Spectre's passed by, staring into the cluster of unstable souls that was Genoveve and Yeris, some even tried to break them... they did not succeeed. Genoveve would occasionally stop and add an ingredient to one of her jars or vials... no idea why or what the the strange plants and substances were just letting her body lead her. Before long may strange things littered her kit, black flower and mud the color of ash. A dead mans skull filled to the brim with red peat and blue moss, a massive muchroom stuffed into a jar which now radiated light and a strange blue gas. Stangest of all was a lone dark blue flower stuck in a vial and then in her hair... it glowed faintly and smelled like many different things all at once, or never smelled... or both, Genoveve did not know.

All the while the spirits writhed confused and afraid, whispering to her in tounges unknown, sometimes screaming at their host or Yeris before being quieted. YEris was growing impatient as her host seemed content to wander until she met some horrible fate here in this... bog or died of thirst. [color=f7941d][i]"Genoveve we must eat and drink... it has been days...[/i][/color], Genoveve ignored her and pressed on. Yeris grew angry and impatient, [i][color=f7941d]"You stupid whore, you want to die out here is that it?! All because some other stupid whore left when I told you she would?! How weak can you possibly be... bad things happen to you because you let them! You let the world fall apart around you and do nothing! You have strength but no drive! Power and no ambition... your like a gun with no powder!"[/color][/i], bad things did happen to her... was Yeris right? Of course... she was always right... Genoveve bent down to drink the water of the bog, cupping the murky water in both hands and beginning to drink... she continued for a long time.

She drank and drank... and when she was full she waited for Yeris to tell her to get back to castle blood rose and- [i][color=92278f]"And when you were getting soooo close... tsk tsk"[/color][/i], Genoveve shot up, looking about herself, [i][color=92278f]"Yes girl, seek me... you are so close to the answer~, all you must do, is find it."[/color][/i], the voice held a strange... alure and mystery as it flowed through the air like a feather, Genoveve followed it through the bog. It was as if the strange voice sang to her, whispering nothings and humming and laughing... what was it? She stopped to take further ingredients where the voice seemed to... pool around them. Finally, vials and jars overflowing she came upon a meeting of thousands of twisted roots. In the center was... a pot... a great aged cauldron. Green and mossy with age, the roots rushed up to hold it in place with a vice grip, and the voice was clear again, [color=92278f][i]"You know what comes next... fate is a power... and souls have its power... bad things happen... what if you could control bad things happening? When, and where and... to whom. You have it, a curse turned inwards to be brought out... sing the words little one... sing with all your heart and we will answer~[/i][/color], Genoveve began her work.

The ingredient went into the cauldron as it filled with a viscous red and purple substance. Chanting in a tounge she had never learned, possessed and in a fernour Genoveve added her ingredients to the coualdron one by one. Each time the voice giggled and caressed Genoveve's mind, and drove her onwards. The last ingredient was the flower. Carefully Genoveve removed it from her hair, chanting in nearly a whisper as she stared into it... and someone stared back. Carefully, she kissed the watching flower who's eyes she could not recognize, and dropped it slowly into the cauldron. As it touched the churning, frothing liquid within it exploded in a coloumn of purple and black smoke, and a face appeared in it... laughing. Genoveve watched it, and it spoke. It was not the language of Spirits... nor demons... it was far older. She whispered a snigle word, so quiet, only the forest would hear it, [i][color=f49ac2]"Please."[/color][/i], and the smoke laughed, and poured onto her with such force she was thrown back against a tree and tossed through the air until... darknes.

She slowly opened her eyes, she was... somewhere, no longer in the bog. She oushed herself up and found... new garments about her. A great black and purple shroud covered her head, shoulders and back, stopping just above her heels. She lay next to a clear pond, and crawled over to it... her visagge was changed... her eyes had strange purple-black rings around them, like gret perfectly rounded bruises, but not swollen.  Her lips were still red, but a darker shade and her hair... was... black and red. Thick collections of both colors ran through her hair, alternating and... beautiful. She stood, still freakishly tall, her tounge still long as she inspected it. She still looked like her just... different.

She wandered for days as she explored, testing the use of her powers of soured fate, causing great accidents to the wildlife with her spirits and new powers... this was good. But her heart ached yet... what did she need? Laina was so insubstantial... she had acceoted that now... who did she need... what did she want... she pondered and wondered on this thought before, exhausted and seemingly drained but empowered... she was malnourished and thirsty, but still... she had never felt stronger.