A Princess from Another Castle
Feb 19, 2015 2:31:15 GMT -5
Post by Sylvie Clos on Feb 19, 2015 2:31:15 GMT -5
The darkness seemed to swell around her. Her eyes were open, fully dilated and trying to take in any sort of light she could. Wherever she was, there wasn't anything but a pitch black abyss about her. Without a reference point, Sylvie couldn't tell if she was upright, upside down, or sideways. She didn't feel like she was falling, simply floating there in an empty void. It was peaceful. Her eyes closed, and she could hear nothing but the soft breathing from her body and the blood pulsing in her veins.
"Which form will you choose?" She heard a voice ask her that question, though it was a strange experience. She heard nothing through her ear, nor could she quite tell exactly what or how she processed the question. It took no form she knew of. Unheard, unseen. It seemed like a thought, though it wasn't her own. It simply came to her in an instant.
Form? She pondered, wondering what exactly that meant. Though as mysteriously as that question came to her did the answer arrive as well. The power of the defender. It was perfect for her as she strove to protect what she believed in.
In response, there was a follow-up to the previous question. "What is most important to you?"
She paused before the answer came to her once again. Friendship. It was a reply that transcended beyond any single thing. Not one person, not one thing, but an idea and a concept. It represented the core of her values.
A third question followed the answer. "What do you want out of life?"
To broaden my horizons. The answer was instantaneous. While relatively conservative, Sylvie was fairly ambitious, always seeking knowledge beyond knowledge.
The fourth question arrived. "What are you afraid of?" This one seemed to ask her with a strong sense of finality.
The answer didn't come in an instant, as if her mind hesitated to answer this strange question. "To be indecisive." She spoke, almost blurting it out rather than thinking about it. It was a rather strange sensation to just admit her greatest fear, and even stranger as she thought about it.
Once her answer was given, no other questions seemed to follow. Instead something seemed to call out to her, beckoning her to open her eyes. Her eyelids opened and a faint light could be seen in the distance. Sylvie instinctively extended her hand toward the light. It felt warm, welcoming, and it grew brighter until she had to squint her eyes. Suddenly a bright erupted from the light, forcing the young girl to close her eyes. Feeling something solid in her hand, she opened her eyes. There was a large key-shaped object in her hand. She could feel a warm power radiating from the weapon, feeling as familiar as the light amidst the darkness. Her eyes closed once more, her mind bathing in the comforting feeling of the key in her hand.
Sylvie's eyes fluttered open. Her sight was blurry as she struggled to focus in on her surroundings. Feeling returned to her body and she could feel herself laying on her back on cold, hard cobblestone. She sat up for a moment, placing one hand behind her and another upon her forehead. Sylvie shook her head a little bit, shaking off the fuzziness that gripped her. As her vision cleared, she found steps to her right and buildings all around. The young lady rose to her feet and placed a hand on her waist. Her head turned this way and that, scanning the area. Her eyes fell upon a sign.
"Welcome to Traverse Town." The sign greeted her, thought it felt as if it was used to seeing strangers visit this place quite often.
"Which form will you choose?" She heard a voice ask her that question, though it was a strange experience. She heard nothing through her ear, nor could she quite tell exactly what or how she processed the question. It took no form she knew of. Unheard, unseen. It seemed like a thought, though it wasn't her own. It simply came to her in an instant.
Form? She pondered, wondering what exactly that meant. Though as mysteriously as that question came to her did the answer arrive as well. The power of the defender. It was perfect for her as she strove to protect what she believed in.
In response, there was a follow-up to the previous question. "What is most important to you?"
She paused before the answer came to her once again. Friendship. It was a reply that transcended beyond any single thing. Not one person, not one thing, but an idea and a concept. It represented the core of her values.
A third question followed the answer. "What do you want out of life?"
To broaden my horizons. The answer was instantaneous. While relatively conservative, Sylvie was fairly ambitious, always seeking knowledge beyond knowledge.
The fourth question arrived. "What are you afraid of?" This one seemed to ask her with a strong sense of finality.
The answer didn't come in an instant, as if her mind hesitated to answer this strange question. "To be indecisive." She spoke, almost blurting it out rather than thinking about it. It was a rather strange sensation to just admit her greatest fear, and even stranger as she thought about it.
Once her answer was given, no other questions seemed to follow. Instead something seemed to call out to her, beckoning her to open her eyes. Her eyelids opened and a faint light could be seen in the distance. Sylvie instinctively extended her hand toward the light. It felt warm, welcoming, and it grew brighter until she had to squint her eyes. Suddenly a bright erupted from the light, forcing the young girl to close her eyes. Feeling something solid in her hand, she opened her eyes. There was a large key-shaped object in her hand. She could feel a warm power radiating from the weapon, feeling as familiar as the light amidst the darkness. Her eyes closed once more, her mind bathing in the comforting feeling of the key in her hand.
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Sylvie's eyes fluttered open. Her sight was blurry as she struggled to focus in on her surroundings. Feeling returned to her body and she could feel herself laying on her back on cold, hard cobblestone. She sat up for a moment, placing one hand behind her and another upon her forehead. Sylvie shook her head a little bit, shaking off the fuzziness that gripped her. As her vision cleared, she found steps to her right and buildings all around. The young lady rose to her feet and placed a hand on her waist. Her head turned this way and that, scanning the area. Her eyes fell upon a sign.
"Welcome to Traverse Town." The sign greeted her, thought it felt as if it was used to seeing strangers visit this place quite often.