Altered Tundra

Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

Sitting on the desk, Savayna knew she heard a voice. She would just watch her other self beginning to accept the fact that she was getting raped. The moans of pleasure were getting more voluntary rather than out of the funny feeling that her body felt. Savayna saw her other self even cry out “harder and faster” to Vincent. The silver-haired man would do as such. The other Savayna would actually lie back-first on the table, grip the bare back of Vincent, and wrap her arms and legs around him, accepting him in every way imaginable.

While the real Savayna was watching, she found herself crying and smiling. She knew she deserved that and she had always been a dirty slut. Though, watching it for herself made her realize how much of one that she was. Savayna kept on watching and watching until a familiar voice called out to her again. This time, as she would look over, she saw Nadeline. The blonde princess was calling out to her, saying all of this wasn’t real. Savayna smiled. She knew this was another illusion created by her own worthlessness.

When Savayna listened more to Nadeline about how this wasn’t real, she spoke. “You reject me and now you want to tease me with phony facts about how this isn’t real?” She said, as her eyes looked over to the other her and Vincent getting it on like two bunnies. “Look at them, do I not deserve this? I am a whore. I mean, look at how much I want it.” She said as she worthlessly smiled, tears dropping from her eyes as she did so.

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As his hand lightly caressed her cheek, Shion would move slightly closer to him. She was mere inches away from him, and his arm had to back up a bit, but his hand still on her cheek. A smile took his face and word would come out. “You can take it how you see it, Miss Shion. I am a man who always delivers.” It was on that, a half-sincere, half-seductive expression appeared on his face. His hand moved from her cheek to her chin, gripping it gently.

Ripples in Reality: A World in Lines

I'll admit, I was inspired by the movie We're The Millers, especially one character in that movie that was like G. And feel free to create a few of his crew if you want. :D

Ripples in Reality: A World in Lines

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Ripples in Reality: A World in Lines

When Dominick the Dwarf gave Nikolai a shaky thumbs up, Carlos padded the guy. "You're a good man for a short man, Domi!' Carlos said smiling cheerfully at the dwarf. He just let out a burp and passed on the ground. Carlos whistled and slowly looked away.

He heard Niko make a mention of a bus and Carlos nodded. On that, they went outside, and as they did, Niko mentioned them asking for help from one of the creatures around. Carlos nodded once more as he agreed with his new friend. Carlos looked around and he saw someone who at least looked friendly. "Hey sir, can you help us?" Called out Carlos.

A turn of a head, the one that Carlos called out to looked at him. They would see a nine-foot Gorilla with purple and white fur wearing what looked like skater hat and other such clothing that a skater would wear. He even had a long-ass skateboard to boot. "What can I do for you mah homies!?" He asked.

Carlos looked at the Skater Gorilla with a straight face. "Peep this homeskillet! We're human!"
"Word?"
"Oh yeah."
"Well I'll be a monkey's uncle! You're really human!"
"It's surreal, I know, but can you help us out?"
"I'll try dawg!"

Carlos explained the situation to the Gorilla about how they wound up in magical realm and how they needed to get to an abandoned warehouse in the dark district. Carlos would introduce himself to the Gorilla and also introduce Niko. The Gorilla also would state his name to be G.

"So, G, can you help us out?" Carlos asked him.

"Fo'shizzle! My crew will escort you personally." G said, crossing his big arms and nodded.

"Well, I guess that settles that. You game, Niko?" Carlos asked Niko.

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Lenore and Audrey kept on walking. She found herself walking alone as she would look back to Audrey who had stopped, obviously taking her own advice. Lenore was a bit confused on why Audrey would stop, and then she saw Audrey speed up to her. As she did, she then suggested they keep on walking, but at a slower pace. She shrugged and just kept on going. Though, Audrey would also suggest walking slower. Lenore instantly thought that Audrey was worried about the wound on Lenore's forehead. "Don't worry, I'll be fine." Lenore was lying, but she had to put a brave face on.

As Audrey would ask Lenore if she had any ideas, Lenore was about to answer her, but that's when a street light would start to flicker and then it popped like a balloon. Lenore shrieked, and she found herself hopping into Audrey's arms, which then caused them to fall, Lenore's butt in Audrey's face. "Oh dear.." She said as she would get up, no doubt that Audrey was getting suffocated by her big ass. "Sorry. You're not hurt are you?" She asked her genuinely concerned.

Desolation Row(Altered Tundra and LimeyPanda)

Chris felt a certain genuine feeling coming from Beth when she responded to his story about how he got his nickname, Fists. He would return her genuineness as she would explain how she got her nickname of Inks. She would show him rather than show him. Beth ripped off a sleeve of her jacket and what Chris saw explained it all. He chuckled slightly as it would seem the both of them have simple stories of their nicknames. She would further state that she had another just like it on her leg. Chris raised an eyebrow as if curious, but he decided not to press forward on that. She would make a mention that she sometimes has been called Bonnie.

“It seems your story is more straightforward than mine is.” Chris said, “I’ve also been called another name. People would often refer to me as Clyde.“ He said as he would sip some coffee. It wasn’t a loud one, but it was definitely audible. The hot liquid touched his tongue and went down his throat smoothly. The sweetness really balanced out the bitter taste of pure coffee.

When he set his cup down, Beth would ask Chris about what they should do next. Considering they are wanted for not only bank robbery, but thanks to Chris, they were also wanted for murder. He caught her glare as if he was to blame for it. “Hey, don’t give me that look. We were in a jam and you were taking too long getting the cops out of our way.” Chris huffed, but he sighed. “Let’s see, maybe we should figure out what the Artifact was for and why we were sent to that bank in the first place.” Chris said, “did your contact get back to you at all?” Chris asked her as he took more moderate sips of his coffee, burping slightly as he did so.

Ripples in Reality: A World in Lines

Being lazy isn't always a bad thing. I think after a long week of doing a lot, you deserve to be lazy. :3

Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

Francis had to give her props for not being so dumb. Though, Francis didn’t really lie, not really. “Miss Shion, what exactly did I lie about? I asked to see my son, did I not? That would also mean for me to know about your…garden. Truly, I did not lie, I just didn’t fully state my intentions right up front.” Francis said as he would see Shion twirl a lock of her long hair between her fingers. She would then state that Michel was strong, good-looking, and a high-ranking member of Utena. “Ah yes, my son is indeed the looker to the ladies, that much I know.” He laughed. He always had known his son to be one to surround himself with beautiful women. If the one in front of him was any indication, then he truly was lucky. “I wish to meet with him. If you do not accept, then I will just have to seek him out myself through other methods.” Francis stated. “So, Shion of Utena, it would do the both of us time and effort to just give me what I want.” He smiled., walking closer to Shion. “Unless, there are other ways I can persuade you.” His right hand lightly caressed her cheek.

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He cried and he cried, hearing Nadeline’s screams as she was being raped by the one known as Sylvester. Wesley couldn’t bring himself to even look, but some strange force was making him look and when he would dart his eyes to the let and the right he would see that it was his brother, Sylvester. Wesley’s eyes widened. He just couldn’t believe it. But, that wasn’t the only person there. To his left, he saw his father, Jonathan. He was so confused. Why were there here and why were they forcing him to watch Nadeline get raped? He didn’t understand.

“Why are you doing this?”
“Foolish little brother.”
“You always were the idiot of my three children.”

Wesley didn’t get much out of them. He didn’t even understand. He knew that he was being forced to watch the nasty man that called himself Sylvester rape his beloved with everything he had. Nadeline’s butt being violated and she would cry out in such terror and fear. She looked over to Wesley and she would utter the words “Help me.” in whispered voice as if he couldn’t make out what she said. Wesley tried to speak himself, but he too couldn’t get any sound out. It was like everything he tried to do that was to voice out his regret was fading away. Nothing he did would help her.

Just as Wesley had given up hope, he saw someone come in. His eyes darted to the door and his brother and father, and the false Sylvester went over to it and one man came through the door. This man bore a Gun with a blade on one part of it. As he would slice up the false Sylvester, Nadeline would also look over. Her eyes would widen and then Wesley’s brother was too slain. Wesley’s mouth opened so wide as if to speak, but no volume came out. He heard the screams of his brother being put to death and then his father, with all his might was shot right between the temples and fell to his back in the same instant.

As the man would look to Wesley, the Dalmascan Prince knew who he was. “Grant!” Wesley suddenly had sound come from his mouth. He was amazed, but now his regret and shame took over.

Grant looked to Wesley with such a disgusted look. He walked over to Wesley and spat on his face. “You promised you would protect her, and look at her now! You failed as a fiancé to her, you failed as a friend, and worst of all, you’ve failed as a man.” Grant cruelly said to Wesley.

At this point, Wesley knew Grant was right. He was right and Wesley knew it. He just couldn’t believe how right he was. “You’re right. I failed you, I failed her. I’m not good to anyone.” Wesley said as he started to cry.

Grant turned around in disappointment and faded away. Wesley would look up and he saw Nadeline walk up to him. He didn’t understand. What was this about? How did she get up? She looked at him with sad eyes. “You promised me! You said you would protect me from all harm, even if it would cost you your life.”[b] She said with crying eyes. Nadeline would extend her hand outward, and her rapier would be summoned. She looked at him sad and disappointed. [b]“It’s time to be a man of your word my love..” She raised her rapier and with a slash, blood flew everywhere.

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Crying, sulking, feeling so bad for herself — Savayna was in the dirt, laying down. She had nowhere else to go. The fire upon her homeland was burning away any coldness that would bring her peace and warmth(ironic right?). The more the fire ranged on, the more cold she felt. The more she was reminded of her past transgressions, the more Savayna cried her eyes out. There was nothing that could make this moment any worse for. As Savayna would see, she would be proven wrong.

Savayna looked up, and she no longer saw any dirt, she no longer saw any fire burning her village. No, she was in Archadia, in the Emperor’s office. Savayna saw Vincent and she saw herself. What is this? She mentally asked herself. Savayna would inspect closer and she saw that it was the day that Vincent had raped her. She saw herself being forced to strip down, she saw Vincent force her to come near him and she saw that he bent her over his desk, but something different this time. From what she remembered, he didn’t go all the way. He stopped, but this time he didn’t. He actually did it in full force. He could see herself cry and cry out, but no one heard her. Or rather, no one cared to bother to hear her.

She looked further, moving closer and she started crying. The more steps she would be taking, the more her tears would increase and the sounds of her weeping voice would be heard, but from who? She would get right to the desk and the other Savayna(the one getting raped) would look at her.

“You deserve all of this. You did much worse when you were sixteen, so it’s only natural it should happen now.” The other Savayna said as Vincent pounded her ass like ground beef.

Savayna nodded. Her other self was absolutely right. She deserved all of it. She deserved everything from the beatings that Hamut gave her, the countless humiliations that Vincent did to her and every single thing that her so-called friends said to her. She deserved every bit of it. That’s when, as Savayna would want to join Vincent, she heard something call her name. She would turn and for some reason it felt…friendly. She didn’t know what it was, but it made her curious.

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All of their words and all of their yelling, Jaakuna knew they were right and he couldn’t stop them from continuing. There was literally nothing that Jaakuna could say or do that would make what he did seem right or justify it. He made Emiri use her powers and now she was gone and frozen in time. There was now a pit of darkness in Jaakuna’s stomach that he now found himself wrapped up in. Soon, that darkness would take physical form and surround him and wash away those who were blaming him. Then, he was teleported to a realm of darkness

Inside of the darkness, Jaakuna heard only his voice and he felt only despair and grief. He was curled up in a ball and repeated the words ‘My fault!” over and over again. This would continue for about five or ten minutes, to which, Jaakuna’s complexion grew paler, and his eyes almost as if he was dead. Jaakuna was lost in his own darkness that he didn’t know what to do, but that was until he heard a voice.

“Do you want to be free?” An echoed, male voice called out to him.

Jaakuna’s head propped up from the ball he was curled up in. “What?” He asked the voice.

“Do you want to be free of the despair that you are feeling?” The voice asked again.

Jaakuna didn’t know what to think about this, but he did want to be free. “Yes, I want this pain to go away.” He answered back crying.

“Good. All you have to do is admit that it was your fault. Admit that you are the poison that causes everyone to die and get hurt.” The voice told him.

Jaakuna wanted to be free and he would do anything. “It’s all my fault. I am the reason all of my friends died, I’m the reason they keep on getting hurt. I am a poison to everyone I know.” Jaakuna admitted loudly to whatever voice he was talking to.

“Good, now repeat the following phrase: Deus unus et verus, suscipio. Unum excipio verus salvator. Custodi praecepta suspicion(I accept the one true god. I accept the one true savior. I accept the Keeper of Precepts).” The voice said.

Jaakuna heard the voice speak and as the phrase was said, it somehow made Jaakuna feel so much better. “Okay here it goes.” Jaakuna said, “Deus unus et verus, suscipio. Unum excipio verus salvator. Custodi praecepta suspicion(I accept the one true god. I accept the one true savior. I accept the Keeper of Precepts).” Jaakuna said.

When he said that one phrase, the darkness was removed. Jaakuna saw his friends and family yelling at him. It was like time stopped in Ivalice and whatever time that elapsed in the Realm of Darkness only seemed like seconds in Ivalice. They would continue say that it was his fault and that he was to blame, but then something happened. The skies went black and in came a black smoke and a laugh that Jaakuna knew all too well. Before he could even let out a word, the smoke entered Jaakuna and in minutes, the black smoke that Jaakuna remembered was inside him. Zodiark was inside him and Jaakuna’s eyes flashed black.

Everyone looked at Jaakuna and they would prepare to fight him. They all drew their weapons, Wesley had his Yagyu Darkblade, Nadeline with her Rapier, Simon with a short sword and dagger known as Twin Heart, Vincent with a long sword known as Terebus Lux(Dark Light), Grant with his Gunblade, and Savayna with her Ice Queen. They all would go towards Jaakuna and prepared to fight, but then multiple tendrils of darkness came from the ground and wrapped around each of them, suspending them into the air. The screams of their fear came from each one of them. Zodiark/Jaakuna would laugh and laugh and laugh until the point that he raised his arms and more tendrils would spout from the ground and they would wrap around every one of their heads. When Jaakuna would clench his hands into fists, all at once, their heads were snapped off of their necks and puddles upon puddles of blood would pour to the ground. It was on that instant that the bodies would be released and topple on top of each other.

“You see Jackson, you are free now. With you as my vessel, there is nothing that we can do.” Zodiark said smiling.

Inside his mind, Jaakuna was in a locked cage, as he was sitting down, knees up, arms around them and opposite of him was Zodiark. Jaakuna raised his head up slightly. “You’re right, Lord Zodiark. You are the one who can save us all.” Jaakuna said, all free will sapped from his voice.

Zodiark smiled and the image of him faded away and Jaakuna lowered his head once more.

Ripples in Reality: A World in Lines

It's going good for me. I'm playing a little of Skate 3 before I get going on posts I have to do. How is it treating you? :3

Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

As Mtra spoke about how Michel was a high-ranking member of Utena and that he should be proud. Francis wanted to be proud of his son, but he couldn’t. Or rather, he refused to. His son chose a dark path and only by finding his son and taking him away would Francis be able to save his son. That’s when Mtra would make the mention of a blue flower, well the Blue Rose. Francis raised a brow to this. She was still talking about Utena, as each member seemed to have a title in reference to a flower. She would call this last one unnatural. Francis didn’t understand what she meant, but as he would think about it blue rose petals would dance in the wind and soon would reveal a human shape. As it took form, Francis would see a rather…exotic woman before him. Eyes of the amber shade and blue hair like the rose that was within her hair.

Francis also found this woman quite attractive, but it was probably cause of the gigantic hooters on her. Francis regained his composure of seriousness long enough to hear the woman before him say something about Mtra being no use to him and that’s when Mtra would wink at him. Wait, did she just wink at me? She must like me! DAMN IT! I SHOULD HAVE ASKED HER OUT! STUPID FRANCIS! STUPID STUPID STUPID! While he cursed himself mentally, the woman would say something about plucking a flower from their home. He raised an eyebrow and chuckled. “You got me all wrong.” He admitted. “I merely wish to speak to my boy, miss…” Francis said,

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Wesley was…alive? No, that couldn’t be right, and yet here he was, breathing the air of Ivalice. He sniffed the air and it was so clean. There was a certain freshness about it that made Wesley somehow feel very good, but then he opened up his eyes. The air he smelt was a façade, the freshness he would sniff was false. He was deep underground, chained up. It wasn’t the kind of chain that was metal or even physical. These chains seemed to be purely made of magick. The very touch of them burned his skin. He would look over and he saw Nadeline chained up as well, but something was very wrong.

Wesley saw her clothes ripped up, mainly around the chest and pelvic areas. She was dripping from her lower body, in sweat, in blood, and in some white stuff. The rips in her clothing revealed exposed breats and her privates, she also had cuts around her body, mainly arms and legs. Wesley didn’t know what was going on, but then he would seea man coming in.

The smell of him just reeked of booze and body odor. The man was old, that’s for sure. He had to be at least in his fifties. He was really heavy set. His hair was long, as it came to his shoulders and it had a salt and pepper color scheme going on. In his head was a red bandana over his hair. Wesley saw that his skin was wrinkled, but had a dark tan going on.. Wesley also saw that his eyes were the most god-awful shade of yellow he had ever seen. His teeth shared the same shade. The man was wearing raggedy clothing that were so worn out that holes were showing up all over the place. His white shirt had holes, his black pants had holes, the gloves on his hands had holes, just about everything did.

When the ugly pirate looked at Wesley, he smiled with the most hideous smile that Wesley had seen. He didn’t understand why Wesley was here, he didn’t understand why Nadeline was there chained up and unconscious, and he didn’t understand who the man in front of him was.

“Who are you? Why am I here? Why is she chained up? WHAT’S GOING ON1?” Wesley asked question after question.

At that point, the ugly man just laughed in such a creepy way. “You’re just in time for the show, Wesley of Dalmasca.” He said as his creepy laughed continued.

“Just in time for what?” Wesley asked concerned exactly what he meant by that. “You didn’t tell me who you were though?” Wesley asked again.

The man smiled even more. “You can just call me Sylvester.” His creepy laugh took full effect once more.

Wesley didn’t understand. Was this man his brother? No, that wasn’t right. His brother was nothing like this man, he was older than Wesley, but only about seven or ten years. He was nowhere the age this man appeared to be. “Okay, Sylvester, why don’t you just let us go? We have done nothing to you.” Wesley pleaded with Sylvester.

He just smiled. Sylvester had just smiled and laughed. “I know, Wesley of Dalmasca, but that doesn’t change anything~” He said in a cheery, creepy voice. “Now, just relax Prince, this will be quite the show.”

The man known as Sylvester turned his attention to Nadeline and licking his chops. He would stroke her hair with his greasy, dirty, repulsive, disgusting hands. This triggered anger on Wesley’s face. “DON’T YOU TOUCH HER!” Wesley yelled out.

Sylvester would look over to Wesley, chops still being licked. He would laugh so creepily. Though, his gaze would go back to Nadeline, touching her locks with his hands. He would sniff her hair, then sniff her face, and continue this all the way down her body, crouching as he did so. Wesley could only watch in horror. Sylvester would then proceed to grope Nadeline all over her body. He would take his fingers and run them gently across her breasts, between them, around them, and then squeeze them. All the while he was looking to Wesley as if wanting him to make sure he was watching. Sylvester would then motion his body behind Nadeline. He would start to lick her neck and Nadeline was starting to come to.

‘W-Wesley? What’s going on?” She said as her eyes would start to open and she saw Wesley across her view. She definitely felt the touching and licking of her body and as she would trail her gaze over to what was behind her, she saw some dirty old man. A shriek of terror and fear was released from her mouth. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? STOP IT!” She cried out, but Sylvester just laughed and would grope Nadeline more and more and he would even run a few of his big, dirty fingers along her pelvic area and inside her. Nadeline screamed out, she would wiggle, but that wouldn’t help any. She was chained up and all she could do was suffer from it.

Wesley was mortified. He had to look away, but he couldn’t. It was like something was forcing him to look at what that Sylvester guy was doing to his fiancée. Wesley was just so horrified. He couldn’t help her, he couldn’t save her. There was just nothing that he could do but watch in the terror that Nadeline — the light of his life — was getting raped. Wesley found himself crying. His tears flowing down his face, and hitting the ground. Multiple tears were falling and Wesley let out crying noises. “Nadeline, I’m so sorry. I can’t help you. I’m so sorry. I’m just so sorry..”

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Where am I?

Savayna was lying in the snow. She was shivering, but as she would look around, she would see a familiar view. She was in her homeland of Snowfall Village in the country of Nevicata. She saw it was the same as when she last lived in it. The snow was all over, but the river that ran through the entire village was unfrozen. It was as if she never left it, but she clearly remembered it being destroyed by the Archadian Empire right after her wedding to Jaakuna. So, what happened? She remembered being in Nabudis.

Savayna would walk over the bridge and something made her want to stop. She looked into the clear waters, and she saw herself, but a younger version of herself. Like, a twelve-year-old version of herself. She remembers now. Savayna was somehow teleported back in time and to the exact day that she was shipped off to Archadia to meet Jaakuna. Savayna really couldn’t believe it. She was so happy that she was dancing in the snow, even as snowflakes would drop from the sky, she twirled around, laughing, and just so happy.

And then everything went dark.

The icy-blue clouds and flakes of snow were gone. She saw red and black skies, fire all around her village and she would look back into the water and saw herself as she was in the present: at the age of twenty-four. Savayna didn’t understand, so she walked to her old home, but as she did so, she looked around the village, and there was blood. It was a massacre. Her mouth led out a scream. It was because of one person she saw. Her father getting killed and by who? Judge Hamut. His Mega Flare sword impaled her father. She didn’t feel anything else but sadness. She ran over to her father, and as she did, she passed right through Hamut and her father. Savayna was so confused, but her eyes were full of tears, she just couldn’t focus on her confusion. As she would cry out for her father, she saw a few familiar faces.

[b]‘Wesley…Jaakuna…Emiri..” She looked on as they would appear around her, “Nadeline…Grant…Vincent…”

She looked at them with happy eyes, but then they turned their backs on her, and each gave her a look. “What are you doing guys? It’s me, your friend Savayna.” She said crying to them.

“Who said we were ever friends with you?” WEsley said.
“You’re just a whore.” Vincent said.
“You almost killed me on several occasions.” JAakuna stated.
“You almost killed me!” Emiri added in.
“You’re a slut and no one likes a slut.” Nadeline said.

Everyone would speak and she heard it all. The tears, the shame — all of hit was so over face that it literally shattered her into pieces. “Grant, you don’t feel the same, right? I mean, you’re not like them. You love me!” Savayna would plead with him, grabbing his hand and he smacked it away.

“You’re a dirty, filthy slut. You actually thought I loved you? You’re cheaper than a one-gil whore and I’m of royalty! I could never love a piece of trash like you.” Grant said cruelly.

Savayna’s world was now torn. She felt her heart pumping, but not in the good way. She was on her knees and she couldn’t feel anything. Everything they said was true. From the fact that she tried to kill Jaakuna and Emiri to the harsh reality that she was a whore. She did fuck a lot of guys in her time, so of course no one would want anything to do with her. “You’re all right. I am nothing but a whore — a good-for-nothing whore who deserves every bit of this.” Savayna smiled at how pathetic she was.

Savayna looked up and saw her father walking towards her. When he got right next to her, he knelt down to her eye level. He took his hand and lifted her head up. Savayna would look at him with wonder and an anger of complete disgrace took over him. “You make me sick! To think, the daughter that I once showed off to the world is no better than a street whore!” He said as he would walk away.

As he would, the others would as well. Jaakuna walked away, Emiri walked away, Nadeline walked away, Wesley walked away, Vincent walked away, and Grant walked away. They all walked away and faded out. Savayna found herself crying on the dirt that she felt that she belonged on.

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“We are here to commemorate the crowning of our new Emperor, Jackson Tunick Darcone, the rightful heir to the throne!” The Grand Magister said.

Sitting upon the throne was Jaakuna. There were several chairs lined up as he saw. There were his two brothers, his cousin, all of his friends, and his darling beloved, Emiri. He also saw his Father and mother. Both smiling, both so happy for their son. Vincent was even so happy for his brother, Roman was as well. Everything seemed so right. Jaakuna was about to be crowned. He closed his eyes and counted to three.

One…

Two…

Three….

He opened them and everything changed. He was no longer in the Grand Cathedral, he no longer saw his family sitting in the front. He wasn’t even in the building. He was in the emperors office, sitting beside his brother Vincent. His father stood in front of them. Jaakuna remembered this moment. This was where he thought he killed his father, but something was off. His father was standing there, but was already dead. Vincent was sitting there, but had a dagger in his chest. Jaakuna stood up and soon blood starting pour from his clothes. He looked around and he saw dead bodies. He was mortified.

Jaakuna wouldn’t be so horrified if it wasn’t for the fact of who the bodies belonged to. He saw Nadeline, Wesley, Grant, Roman, Savayna, and his mother. They were all dead, scattered about and Jaakuna didn’t understand, but he didn’t need to. They were all dead and he felt like he was to blame.

“EMRI!” Jaakuna cried out.

In through the door, Emiri came, dressed in a single white dress and white shoes. It was pure just like her. She just walked around the dead bodies and hugged Jaakuna. The two of them held each other for a few minutes without saying a single word. She would look at him, stroke his face, and they would kiss, grabbing each other, but Jaakuna broke free. “Can you do it?” He asked her.

She looked over at all the dead bodies. “I sure can! Just give me a few minutes!” Emiri cheerfully said.

She would look to the dead bodies. She first looked to Nadeline. “Oh dear, what have we here?” She said as she placed a finger on Nadeline’s forehead and she reverted time to heal Nadeline. She would wake up and stand up as well. Emiri would then go to Grant, and the same thing happened to him. She would go to Savayna, Wesley, Vincent, Jaakuna’s Mother, and Simon. Everyone was alive. They all were hugging Emiri, but she would soon fade away in a matter of seconds. “I’m sorry Jaakuna, but it seems that I overused my powers. Goodbye my love…”

When Jaakuna saw her fade away, his world was lost. He couldn’t believe it. No, he could believe it, but Jaakuna wanted his friends and family back, but at what cost/ Emiri used her powers too much in such little time and now she was gone from this world for good. Jaakuna fell to the ground, soaking his clothes in crimson blood. He cried and cried and then through the door in a loud bust, Justine came in.

“YOU PROMISED ME JAAKUNA! YOU SAID YOU WOULDN’T LET HER USE HER POWERS ANYMORE!” As Jusitne said that, everyone would corner Jaakuna.

At the same time and in repetition, they repeated “IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT! IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT! IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT1”

Jaakuna shook his head, he held his head and repeated “no, no, no”, but the volume of the others’ telling him that it was his fault overtook his own repetition. Jaakuna was crying and he found himself agreeing with everyone. “You’re right, it’s my fault. It’s all my fault. I’m so sorry Emiri — I just wanted my friends and family back — I didn’t want you to die. Please forgive me.” Jaakuna just kept on saying that in succession of it all.

Ripples in Reality: A World in Lines

A happy weekend indeed. :D And the posts were wonderful. :D