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estdeus_innobisSaturday, August 7th, Well past dark
Neither here nor there
I had been checking into days and times that might correspond, position of the moon and the sun...
but when the storm blew in, lighting splitting the sky and thunder making Excolo sound like we had a rail station?
The time was now.
I bundled Rose off to Lucien's. He was concerned of course. Where was I going on such a night? Was someone in trouble? Was I doing something stupid? Well, yes, I am sure it's stupid, but I couldn't rightly tell him that. I kept assuring him everything was fine, it was just something that had to be done, and I would be back as soon as I could. Rose took much more convincing, and she was still agitated when I left. "Mummy loves you and will be back soon!" I called out as I dashed back into the storm. I hoped I was not lying to her.
Changed into something bettered suited for the task at hand; threw on my coat, strapped on my sword and took up arms. Out, into the night, into the storm, into the woods. I had thought of sacrificing a young black calf, burning it as offering, finding the right herbs... but something else guides me now. I know, without knowing, what to do. Stride out with purpose to the clearing in the woods, where I practice my knife throwing. My space. My circle.
I stand in the center of the clearing now, the rain beating down on my upturned face. My leather trench keeps the chill out, but my tank top and jeans are soaked to the bone in spite of it. I watch the sky, the light that illuminates it, and suddenly there is a crack that makes my ears ring, and a flash that turns the night into day. Hold up the shield to protect my eyes and when I lower it again I see one of the trees has been hit by the lightning, and has split down the middle, still smoldering and on fire in some spots.
“Well. If that's not a doorway...”
I take a deep breath, back up several paces. With a battle cry, I run towards the V-shaped opening and hurl myself through it. Using the shield, I keep the flames from my face, and drop into a roll once I clear the blackened wood. Come back up to my feet and---
"Fuck me, it worked." I breathe out, staring up at the mountain before me. The rain still falls and lightning illuminates the clouds that obscure the top from view. Squinting my eyes, I can see a break in the terrain and scrub about 20 yards before me. The break seems to lead upwards in a barely discernible line. I take a deep breath, and exhale. He never said it would be easy. Firming up my resolve to see this to the end, I put one foot in front of the other and begin the trek up.
(open to Ares)
Neither here nor there
I had been checking into days and times that might correspond, position of the moon and the sun...
but when the storm blew in, lighting splitting the sky and thunder making Excolo sound like we had a rail station?
The time was now.
I bundled Rose off to Lucien's. He was concerned of course. Where was I going on such a night? Was someone in trouble? Was I doing something stupid? Well, yes, I am sure it's stupid, but I couldn't rightly tell him that. I kept assuring him everything was fine, it was just something that had to be done, and I would be back as soon as I could. Rose took much more convincing, and she was still agitated when I left. "Mummy loves you and will be back soon!" I called out as I dashed back into the storm. I hoped I was not lying to her.
Changed into something bettered suited for the task at hand; threw on my coat, strapped on my sword and took up arms. Out, into the night, into the storm, into the woods. I had thought of sacrificing a young black calf, burning it as offering, finding the right herbs... but something else guides me now. I know, without knowing, what to do. Stride out with purpose to the clearing in the woods, where I practice my knife throwing. My space. My circle.
I stand in the center of the clearing now, the rain beating down on my upturned face. My leather trench keeps the chill out, but my tank top and jeans are soaked to the bone in spite of it. I watch the sky, the light that illuminates it, and suddenly there is a crack that makes my ears ring, and a flash that turns the night into day. Hold up the shield to protect my eyes and when I lower it again I see one of the trees has been hit by the lightning, and has split down the middle, still smoldering and on fire in some spots.
“Well. If that's not a doorway...”
I take a deep breath, back up several paces. With a battle cry, I run towards the V-shaped opening and hurl myself through it. Using the shield, I keep the flames from my face, and drop into a roll once I clear the blackened wood. Come back up to my feet and---
"Fuck me, it worked." I breathe out, staring up at the mountain before me. The rain still falls and lightning illuminates the clouds that obscure the top from view. Squinting my eyes, I can see a break in the terrain and scrub about 20 yards before me. The break seems to lead upwards in a barely discernible line. I take a deep breath, and exhale. He never said it would be easy. Firming up my resolve to see this to the end, I put one foot in front of the other and begin the trek up.
(open to Ares)
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Date: 2012-08-21 04:20 am (UTC)bright light appears in his hand, and with a loud roar, Zeus lets loose the lightning he created in his hand. It strikes the wall to my left, and from the smoke emerges a Spartan Warrior, clad in full regalia, armed and shielded; helm obscuring his face. I had thought the warriors blocking my way had been too easy to defeat, seems the best was saved for last. What stands before me is the epitome of the Spartan ideal, whereas I must look to him like a beaten down, half drowned house cat. I give Zeus a withering look, and he laughs again. "Just one warrior against another. If my son taught you well enough, you may be able to hold your own for a time..."
Waves his hand as he turns away. "If you actually manage to defeat him, then we can discuss my worthless son."
I am sure the retort I had was a true gem, but it gets lost in my yelp as I just manage to block and deflect the Spartan's spear coming right at my chest. It grates across my shield, and as the momentum brings him closer, I spin and use the shield to push him away. I had hoped that the shock of a mere woman able to hold her own might buy me a moment to put some distance between us, but he just pivots and the spear comes swinging at my head. I duck, roll...
and run.