[Prophecy] One Shut

[Bonito 2263]

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This is a lore compliant prophecy, only able to be experienced and/or dreamt by characters with an accepted Seer of Vaasek, Naztherak, Farseeing, or Vivification application.

 

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One Shut

 

 

You awaken to the grass prickling your skin. The breeze carries a pleasant warmth, as does the sun. Wherever this place is, you do not recognize it, yet it feels familiar. Hearing the sound of running water not far off, you arrive at a river. There is nothing special to it, aside from it being the only detail on an otherwise dull field of grass. As your hands submerge to drink, you come to a realization: they are not your hands at all, and the face reflected back at you is a foreign one.

 

Trying to call out does nothing. No matter how hard you try, something is clamping down on your throat. You look around. Alone. The grip around your neck tightens, bringing you to the dirt. It stings, like a thousand cuts at once, but never enough to overwhelm; a calculated cruelty. The sky itself seems to turn a blind eye to your torment as darkness seeps in from above. As you look up, the very sun has been stolen from you, a ring of light encompassing an eclipse. The pain in your throat has become overwhelming by now. Was this the cause?

 

Time is slipping, there is no time to ponder. You crawl for the river, the only company to be had, and witness a crown deep in the waters, something that was not there before. It calls to you, a voice so welcoming that you cannot help but oblige. The river is deep, and as the light around you fades, the glimmer of the crown remains a beacon. Jewels of all colors, hypnotizing as they shine proud in the dark. Simply looking at the circlet is enough to bestow comfort. You sink on, reaching for it… and then black. So close.

[UnBaed 8945]

Spoiler

 

 

She was clawing at her pillows, shoving them from the bed as she awoke with a gasp - nearly falling off of the mattress herself while entangled in her blankets.  Her knife clattered onto the floor, as its hiding place beneath her cushions was disturbed, its noise stirred her sleeping sister across the room.  Ilaria's heart raced and her breathing was rapid and ragged, the dream still clung to her; that pain. . . It was a wonder on how her trembling hands could light the candle on her nightstand, the luminous red light of the flame sent dancing shadows across the walls and floors of her corner.

 

The young elf quickly examined her hands.  The Eye was missing from her palm.  She felt at her throat and there were no restraints - the only wetness on her was from no river, only the product of her cold sweat.  Fumbling, she found her diary and hastily flipped to a fresh page to feverishly sketch down these visions.  The Eclipse. . .  The Crown. . .

 

"Th-there truly is no running from this," she whispered with a quavering breath.  Her fingers tightly curled around the edges of her journal, dipping her forehead into it as her eyes shut tight.  The only option we have forward is to strengthen ourselves.  Words uttered to her just that day, which she repeated now to herself over and over.

[Xergarok 297]

Though my character has nothing to do with this or can't experience it, I really enjoy seeing these posts every so often. I can really dig the Prophecy-niche, a smooth way to drop things into RP.

[RandomRhunes 146]

=[!]= An outlawed kharajyr awakens upon the floor; having fallen from his sleeping chambers in his unrest.

[satinkira 5870]

Dante Lo wakes with a cry, looking around the rocking cabin with relief. 

Just a dream.

[Sanziene 71]

Limetta awakened from her rare slumber, the peace of doozing off never coming though, another failed attempt at rest. As she went to wash her face, feeling her hands under the cold stangnant water she stopped, staring down. The glimmer of the crown in her dream not there any more, the hands now cold and still under the surface her own, and in the dark the brief reflection she could see was that same familiar one.

 

She frowned, tired, dark circles under her eyes ever present. "Always a bad omen..." She murmured to herself, while drying her hands, the same cloth pressed a bit too hard over her face.

[Lulah 99]

The little woman had stirred to wake with something near a yelp, though she bit down quickly on it to not wake the child so soundly asleep besides her. Her heart raced, and she could only wonder what she had seen. knowing what she did. She wiped at the tears beneath her tired eyes, before laying down once more to try and find her rest. 

 

She knew she would need it.