Scherezade deWinter
The Blood Hound
Her arms were not that strong yet. They moved through the water, the heaviness of it making her work harder than she wished to. But this was how swimming worked; you fought the water, and you came out triumphant. There was no other choice but to swim, to come up, and to break the surface.She could feel trickles of it running down her faze as she came up and the calm breeze touched her face. She loved Corstris.
This isn't Corstris, Elora, came the whisper. Not exactly through her ears, but into her mind. This was how they always communicated. "I know," the child answered. It never was. Neither was it ever Coruscant, her parents' ship, or Endelaan. Places she had seen with her physical eyes but were now nothing but an eternal burn sketched into her memory.
Yet everywhere, there was the swimming. Going against the turrets. Pushing on with all she had. She had to come out triumphant. There was no other choice. "You should take me to new places," she said, letting herself float in the water. "I have," came that whisper again, "but they do not take a sufficiently strong presence in your memories." "Then perhaps you are too weak to resume your position as my guardian."
A mental giggle was heard in Elora's mind. "You are just like your parents, Elora. Both sets." "I have but one set of parents, and that is quite enough, thank you." Now came a chuckle.
The scenery changed. No longer was Elora floating in the lakes of Corstris, but now she stood, still dripping, in the lush jungles of Endelaan. "You have grown, Elora." "That is generally what happens after one is born, if I understand biology correctly. Even your powers could not stop that completely."
"That is true," the whisper was harsher now, angry. Elora knew why. It was a soft spot, a place her guardian did not like to be reminded of. If her guardian had been powerful enough, the child would have remained a toddler until the galaxy was ready. Until her parents surfaced again, coming out of their own deep and dark swims. Until the galaxy was ripe and was properly deserving of her legacy.
"You will be gone soon," Elora claimed, crossing her arms, "the last time you woke me up, it had been two centuries. Where do we stand now?"
No answer came.
Elora turned around just in time to see the great monster forming behind her. "Oh, guardian," she chuckled herself this time. Around her the runes began to form in the air, shining a nearly blinding green along with her eyes. They had played this game before. She had learned this way how to protect her mind.
Yet something was different.
"Have I hit you below the belt?" she asked, her voice showing the confusion for the first time. Every sense in her mind tingled and screamed at the growing danger. Her guardian was... Not happy.
[member="Darth Hauntruss"]
This isn't Corstris, Elora, came the whisper. Not exactly through her ears, but into her mind. This was how they always communicated. "I know," the child answered. It never was. Neither was it ever Coruscant, her parents' ship, or Endelaan. Places she had seen with her physical eyes but were now nothing but an eternal burn sketched into her memory.
Yet everywhere, there was the swimming. Going against the turrets. Pushing on with all she had. She had to come out triumphant. There was no other choice. "You should take me to new places," she said, letting herself float in the water. "I have," came that whisper again, "but they do not take a sufficiently strong presence in your memories." "Then perhaps you are too weak to resume your position as my guardian."
A mental giggle was heard in Elora's mind. "You are just like your parents, Elora. Both sets." "I have but one set of parents, and that is quite enough, thank you." Now came a chuckle.
The scenery changed. No longer was Elora floating in the lakes of Corstris, but now she stood, still dripping, in the lush jungles of Endelaan. "You have grown, Elora." "That is generally what happens after one is born, if I understand biology correctly. Even your powers could not stop that completely."
"That is true," the whisper was harsher now, angry. Elora knew why. It was a soft spot, a place her guardian did not like to be reminded of. If her guardian had been powerful enough, the child would have remained a toddler until the galaxy was ready. Until her parents surfaced again, coming out of their own deep and dark swims. Until the galaxy was ripe and was properly deserving of her legacy.
"You will be gone soon," Elora claimed, crossing her arms, "the last time you woke me up, it had been two centuries. Where do we stand now?"
No answer came.
Elora turned around just in time to see the great monster forming behind her. "Oh, guardian," she chuckled herself this time. Around her the runes began to form in the air, shining a nearly blinding green along with her eyes. They had played this game before. She had learned this way how to protect her mind.
Yet something was different.
"Have I hit you below the belt?" she asked, her voice showing the confusion for the first time. Every sense in her mind tingled and screamed at the growing danger. Her guardian was... Not happy.
[member="Darth Hauntruss"]