The Irreversible, Reversed || Endless Nov 28, 2016 17:20:49 GMT -7
Post by Tehodis Kitai on Nov 28, 2016 17:20:49 GMT -7
7:00pm on the 4th of The Sisters, 5148
King Haelrin's Throne Room
The decision had been a difficult one to make, but an easy one to apply. Once she had steeled herself for the worst possibilities Haelrin could demand she live, nothing seemed so bad. Besides - she had wanted to stay in the Feywild, far more than Endless ever had. Yes, he had agreed, but she felt that - in some way - she had pushed him. Pressured him into something he wasn't ready to commit to. For him, this would be a life sentence. He would need to eat, and so his sentence would be extended into eternity. She wouldn't have to. She had the freedom.
And so she would trade her freedom, gifted by destiny; for his prison sentence, taken by choice.
It only seemed fair.
And that was why she was standing in King Haelrin's throne room, a place she hadn't imagined in her wildest dreams. It was a room that seemed too tall for one to even see the ceiling, or for one to even find the ceiling through flight. The walls were coated with layers of lights and doors, windows, tapestries, all piling atop one another as they stretched high up the length of room. Most of the doors were on the main level, connecting to the room, to the floor. And yet, some were forty, eighty, one hundred feet above her. It was beautiful and confusing all at once, just like the Feywild.
She could get use to it.
The floor was a beautiful blue marble, with a purple carpet stretching from Haelrin's throne to the guarded doors she had entered from. And Haelrin's throne was the central piece that all thrones desire to be, and then some. It was too large for any mortal-sized creature, seeming large enough for a giant with an upholstered back that reached up a good twenty feet. It was embellished with gold, and ruby, and sapphire, and amethyst, but as she looked - they seemed to change. She wondered if he perhaps chose a different colour with whatever mood he was in. For now, the entire room seemed to tinge a light blue. What that meant - she couldn't know.
Despite the throne, and the walls, and the changing colours, the most impressive thing was Haelrin himself. He was lounged on the throne itself, stretched across its length in a casual, and somewhat sexual pose - enhanced by his clothing, or lack thereof. His silver hair was long and fell across the right arm of the throne and piled a foot high next to it. It looked silken to the touch, and moved with an ethereal, light breeze. Coming from his temples were two goat-like horns that curved with an elegance that no animal could ever hope to achieve, and they seemed to be embellished with jewels that matched his throne - almost as if he wore his horns like a crown. His face was slender and somehow nonhuman - which made sense, as he was a god. His eyes sparkled amethyst and lacked pupils, and his lips seemed tinged with the same tone. His torso was long and lithe, and moved little with each breath - Tehodis thought he might have been mistaken for a statue if it weren't not for the mindless strumming of his fingers. His legs were like a goat's, or she should say, like a Satyr's. She wondered if perhaps he had been their creator. He was intimidating in his godly glory - but Tehodis did not have time to be intimidated.
Now isn't this interesting, He spoke without his lips moving, seeming to send his words into her mind. She wondered then if he could read her thoughts - but his curiosity seemed to belie that fear, It is not often that a mortal seeks me out directly. Particularly not one who knows... What she wants. Now my little dear, tell me what that is. Entertain me, and I may permit you to speak again.
She had been warned that Haelrin had little patience. She watched as the blues of the room seemed to warm, and wondered if perhaps that meant his patience was wearing thinner. She decided to speak - there wasn't time to waste. "I've heard tell that you enjoy making deals with mortals, your Ultimate Highness--" That was what the purple fairy had advised her to call him, he seemed pleased by it, "--I have one such deal, if you'll do me the honour of hearing it."
Haelrin laughed, and it made Tehodis' mind feel warm and cold at the same time. He was mocking her - but he was entertained. What might you have to offer me, little dear? I already own you. In this moment I could bind your soul with chains, and keep you as another of my mortal slaves, there to play my games for the remainder of your sentence. You have nothing to offer me.
"But I do. With respect, your Ultimate Highness... But I feed on magic, I need not eat your forbidden fruit again. I can be free in mere weeks."
This I know. You bore me. He waved a silent hand, and fairies descended on Tehodis - but she wasn't about to give up. She focused the energy she had imagined once before, back when she believed this world to be a dream, back when her and Endless first arrived -- and she pushed them away with a blast of white magic. "But I can give you more!"
Haelrin sat up in his throne, suddenly curious as he looked at his guards scattered about. A second chance, then. Go on.
Tehodis visibly relaxed, and adjusted the billowing sleeves that made her look like she belonged here. She would get quite used to this outfit in her life here, certainly. "As you know, your Ultimate Highness, I arrived here with another. Another without the ability to thrive the way I do. But there is something that is not here for him, something he cannot live without. What I know, is that this soul of his, won't last long in your Wilds. Mine... Mine will. So, my offer is this: Take my soul for eternity. For all the days I am to live, I will remain here in the Feywild, ever to work in service to your holiness. Release his soul back to Fortuna, and never again lure him to these Wilds. If you make this deal with me, you shall have a soul that will not only be loyal to you, but will survive here for... For at least twice as long as his. This is my offer to you, your Ultimate Highness."
At this, she took to one knee to bow to him. She needed him to believe she would be loyal. She needed him to want her in his service. She needed something he wasn't prepared to give.
A curious offer, He echoed as he mulled it over, the room seeming to fill with purples, But not an interesting one. Come to me, little dear. He reached out a hand and his long fingers made a come hither motion. It gave her a shiver, but she obeyed - she needed to be loyal. As she reached the top of the steps to his throne, and stood before him - noticing only now that he must have been eight, nine, or ten feet tall - he simply smirked. Closer. She moved closer, his eyes flashed. Lean down, little dear. You should never look down upon a God. And so she did, bowing her head. The moment it was low enough, he reached up with a snap and held her temples between his hands. His grip was firm, and while it felt neither cold nor hot, it made her brain feel both. The celestial magic felt overwhelming.
Let us see what makes you so special, hm, little dear? His nails stabbed into the sides of her temples, and she whimpered, but did not yell, or scream, or rip herself away. Instead, she was still, and as she was still, he investigated her mind. Interesting.
"What-- What do you see?" Mumbled Tehodis weakly, feeling overcome with the connection, with the invasion of her thoughts. Your mind is more trouble to enter than I would have thought. But it isn't you, and it isn't magic. It's simply... Interesting. Ah! There we have it. I've entered, now.
As he said those words, Tehodis felt a blinding pain that shot her vision into whiteness. In another moment, that whiteness began to fill with unfamiliar, yet familiar sights. A man with green skin who looked at her lovingly, whom she traded rings and words with, whom she felt her heart throb for. She saw another man with green skin, but it was skin like her's, and she loved him, too. This man was her brother, and she knew it now. Then she saw her mother, her father. She remembered how her father had been to the Feywild many times, and how eventually he had fallen in love with it, and never returned. She remembered that she was a sorceress, a Diviner, and a damn good one. She remembered that she was in love. That she was happy. And she remembered... She remembered... She remembered being captured. By a military she was unfamiliar with. And she remembered him. The toothy man. The one who called her Blue. The one who she was so afraid of.
And then, unfamiliar images fell into place next. Tehodis saw a woman in a cottage who smiled a smile she had never seen before, and who reached out to Tehodis so lovingly. She saw a swamp, and saw herself picking things from the grass, and the mud, and the water. She saw the hull of a ship, where she shivered in cold and counted herself to sleep. She saw a man, a noble man, who looked at her with great interest, and who said his name in a muffled voice. This man reached out to her as well, and his hand was warm, and the way he looked at her reminded her of the green-skinned man - but the way she looked at him wasn't the same. She saw a pair of bright green eyes and felt anger, and she was suddenly holding a dagger which she used to stab into the holder of those eyes.
And then it was nothing again.
And then it was the throne room.
Oh, my little dear, oh indeed, Haelrin seemed enthused, and Tehodis noticed that the room was now gold and sparkling. She wasn't sure if that had been Haelrin, or if she was just that dizzy. "Wh-what was that..." She managed to sputter. He let her go and she stumbled backwards. Her foot missed the step, but Haelrin cast a lazy spell to cushion her fall. Your memories, and a potential future for you. At least, the one dear mommy Fayana has picked out for you. I have a new deal for you, little dear, if you've gathered your mind back.
Tehodis did have her mind back. She had memory beyond any she had before. She knew it all. She knew her parents, her brother Nathaniel, her fiancee Tristan, she knew Thomas Dunn. She knew her life. Her eyes welled with tears, but she swallowed them down, because she also knew someone else: Endless. "Tell me, y-your Ultimate Highness."
Your servitude is not enough. I could merely trick you into eating for eternity, as your appetite for fey food is impressive. I shall take your servitude... But I also want your memories. I want them for my own collection. And what you saw of your future? I want that, too. The hope, the pain, the potential. All of it shall be mine, and the only thing you shall remember is that you are my servant. With those terms accepted, I would not only allow your friend to depart my realm... I would transport him there myself. And he would be made forever immune to the magic that binds souls here, and to the magic that brings souls here. So, little dear, what shall it be? You, or your friend?
After seeing all of that, the decision was harder. It turned out that she did have something to live for in Fortuna. Family, love, potential - as Haelrin said. There was a world there waiting for her... But, if she did not make the deal, Endless would have nothing. He would wallow to dust, she was sure, and in the end... It had been she who had goaded him into coming to the Feywild. She had decided. This was her cross to bear.
She saw Haelrin's eyes flash as noises came from beyond his door, she saw them narrow, and then he said: Your decision must be made now, or the offer shall be rescinded. So?
"I... I accept your deal, your Ultimate Highness."
Haelrin smiled, and he stood. He walked towards her as the yelling got closer. He put his hands on her head as the doors burst open. And before Endless or Rill could say a word, Tehodis had her memories ripped from her mind. Every thought she had had up to that point, gone. Haelrin let her go, and she spun with a light head, falling once more to the cushion he had made, falling before Rill and Endless.
Dear Endless Laeretti, you've come at the perfect time.