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[ 52] Scorn: The Birth (Part 1) Mon May 3 19:54:22 1999 To: all -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sleeping peacefully in her bed, Christel woke to the echoes of a melodious voice. The musical voice ran in her ears, urging her to wake gently. Christel sat up, pulling her covers about her shoulders against the cold night's air, and saw a woman standing at the foot of her bed. Her skin is pale, almost like ivory, and her hair is jet black. It cascades gently down her back, like a frame for her perfect figure. She is dressed entirely in black, making it seem like she is part of the shadows themselves. Most striking were her eyes, black as night, without any other color. Christel was momentarily startled to find a strange woman in her room, but as her mind followed her body to wakefulness, she realized that this creature could only be Drakkara or one of Drakkara's servants. Rubbing her eyes and holding her breath, she waited for the wondrous being to speak. "Do not be alarmed, child." She said softly, her voice filling Christel's ears like a sweet melody. Christel's hand found the white dragon doll that had gotten buried in her covers and clutched it in her hands. "Why are you here? Is my father well??" She whispered, worried. "Your father is not why I am here, child. Your help is needed. Many people live full lifetimes wondering how to best serve their Goddess, now I am granting you the chance." An old conversation floated into Christel's head at the woman's words, and she worried over Magess Granuk, whose words had been "Seek Death." Christel didn't want anything to do with death. Taking a deep breath, she said "Where are we going? I should probably tell my mom so she doesn't worry. I'm not going to get in trouble, am I? Mom doesn't like it when I get in trouble." "Your mother will never know you have gone, for where we travel, time has stopped. Prepare yourself child. You are about to witness something a mortal has NEVER seen before." As she spoke, the room around Christel spun into darkness, and suddenly she found herself standing alone on a dirt road, surrounded by a forest. In the distance, an eerie light shone in the woods. Chewing on the inside of her cheek, Christel considered her situation, staring at the light. Shrugging lightly, Christel skipped off down the road, towards the light. Since her escort had disappeared and there was nothing better to do, she thought inspecting the light might be a good idea. Distracted easily, the walk took a while, as she stopped frequently to inspect the foliage along the edge of the road. Walking into the light, Christel saw a woman, more beautiful than the one who had brought her here. Beyond her power to describe, Christel could only look at the woman in awe. Absently, she noticed that the woman was lying in a pool of blood, her stomach was swollen with child, but there was no indication that the woman was in pain. "Come closer, child. You have been blessed." The woman beckoned gracefully. "Why am I here?" Christel asked curiously, her eyes never leaving the woman's face. |