Post by Elysia on Oct 9, 2009 19:05:49 GMT -5
Setting sun flashed into the grand temple, a masterpiece of architecture and powers its creators possessed. Testimony of what harmony of elements these beings controlled could do. Folding wings she stood at the entrance of levitating temple. The height decreased slightly perhaps because of race’s disappearance but was still high enough to be accessible only to those gifted with flight. The structure was majestic and enormous, something she hasn’t seen in her over three centuries long life. The floor of dark marble with crystals and polished and melding to a level of perfection glittered under blushing rays of descending sun. Palm came close to one of the pillars at the gate… Both were magnificent in size, standing tall as fist of many around the building to support the exaggerated place of worship. Skin hovered over the round surface before cautiously nearing to touch. Glazed with some sort of glass to preserve carvings of old and forgotten legends. Interesting what culture they had, dedicated to peace, knowledge and being one with nature. This building was not made of tool or skilled hands of craftsmen…It was pure control over elements in hands of their builders, earth, fire, air and water cutting and shaping every last millimeter to form something so breathtaking.
It was a mystery… How did a race so mighty manage to slip from angel’s attention? Their code of conduct made such easy targets and harvested this elemental magic would be an unstoppable advantage to make worlds kneel and run in fright. As a warrior that was at the right hand of Rashieka leaders, she saw limitless potential. Then another question rose: why didn’t they use it? They could have conquered numerous civilizations, match or even defeat angels if they so wished… Yet they chose a different path. Fools. Too latent to realize reality was not as white or illuminated as they imagined. Proof of it was this empty and silent temple… They were pulled into this world at about the same time as angels but perished soon after. Some by sword, some of bullet, some of the beasts she trained. The Elementals made one grave mistake and observed existence from solely one angle, observing light and ignoring darkness… But no matter how much you ignored it was still there, even deeper when you chose to close eyes before it.
Armored feet walked across the grand hall watching the shrine of statues representing the four elements. Light of central window colored the white stone, casting its image and runes far into the chamber. On the side there were exits to no doubt living quarters and libraries. From what she has seen even here there were lines of scrolls. Regardless of born curiosity she remained… watching as particles of dust sparkles while falling to ground and painted by windows images. Tonight there would be no hunts for her. This was the night she assigned Girija of Cerys to take the hunters horn and lead the less experienced. Normally it was the gold winged angel that organized and led her troops but tonight it would be time for the younger members to be tested as well as Girija. She still recalled first meeting her, sometime before the battle of gods, combating against the Dan’she. The dark skinned woman had fire and that was something Elysia respected. She fought with courage that bordered madness, surrounded and cut off from the rest while Elysia herself led the Rashieka into this battle. It wasn’t long after that day that she sought Girija to be brought under her wing. It was also Girija among the original warriors that left with her after the blood vow when she turned from the clan.
Silently a smile crossed lips as she remembered, finger gently passing the triangle blade, same that took lives in the arena and same that took her husband’s to be life - Ka’rath blade. How strange it felt remembering the sands stained red, crowd shocked by her offer and cheering not long after. Looking back Elysia nearly gave her life then, angels were powerful but not gods and even they fell. However there was no other option to worry about. Simply death was not an option and she never mind dancing with it. The wild in her, the untamed and rebellious never saw failure as possible and at the end of the day’s arena war it was her hand that rose the blade victoriously. For that was force of the fire burning within the Lady of Dunes.
It was a mystery… How did a race so mighty manage to slip from angel’s attention? Their code of conduct made such easy targets and harvested this elemental magic would be an unstoppable advantage to make worlds kneel and run in fright. As a warrior that was at the right hand of Rashieka leaders, she saw limitless potential. Then another question rose: why didn’t they use it? They could have conquered numerous civilizations, match or even defeat angels if they so wished… Yet they chose a different path. Fools. Too latent to realize reality was not as white or illuminated as they imagined. Proof of it was this empty and silent temple… They were pulled into this world at about the same time as angels but perished soon after. Some by sword, some of bullet, some of the beasts she trained. The Elementals made one grave mistake and observed existence from solely one angle, observing light and ignoring darkness… But no matter how much you ignored it was still there, even deeper when you chose to close eyes before it.
Armored feet walked across the grand hall watching the shrine of statues representing the four elements. Light of central window colored the white stone, casting its image and runes far into the chamber. On the side there were exits to no doubt living quarters and libraries. From what she has seen even here there were lines of scrolls. Regardless of born curiosity she remained… watching as particles of dust sparkles while falling to ground and painted by windows images. Tonight there would be no hunts for her. This was the night she assigned Girija of Cerys to take the hunters horn and lead the less experienced. Normally it was the gold winged angel that organized and led her troops but tonight it would be time for the younger members to be tested as well as Girija. She still recalled first meeting her, sometime before the battle of gods, combating against the Dan’she. The dark skinned woman had fire and that was something Elysia respected. She fought with courage that bordered madness, surrounded and cut off from the rest while Elysia herself led the Rashieka into this battle. It wasn’t long after that day that she sought Girija to be brought under her wing. It was also Girija among the original warriors that left with her after the blood vow when she turned from the clan.
Silently a smile crossed lips as she remembered, finger gently passing the triangle blade, same that took lives in the arena and same that took her husband’s to be life - Ka’rath blade. How strange it felt remembering the sands stained red, crowd shocked by her offer and cheering not long after. Looking back Elysia nearly gave her life then, angels were powerful but not gods and even they fell. However there was no other option to worry about. Simply death was not an option and she never mind dancing with it. The wild in her, the untamed and rebellious never saw failure as possible and at the end of the day’s arena war it was her hand that rose the blade victoriously. For that was force of the fire burning within the Lady of Dunes.