Post by Jess on Dec 1, 2005 17:15:02 GMT -5
Terribly screams and shrieks filled the air around the barren plains, a battle raging on. The sky was an eerie orange color, and the landscape seemed to go on forever in all directions with no forseeable end.
Katilina looked down at her body, her hands. She was so different now from then. Her breasts had developed fully, and filled out the taught armored bustier she wore now, Her leg's grew considerably in length and her hair seemed to never cease to get longer. But her hands...gloved though they were, her hands were awash in blood. She hefted her weapon from the ground, a very heavy greatsword, and held it up to the eerie light.
The once silver blade was now tarnished, red with blood. The once ornamented hilt and handle was now nicked and scracthed up from many battles. As the blood slowly dripped down the blade, strange words seemed to appear.
"Huh?" The bewildered girl started, falling to her knee's as she stared in awe at her own blade.
This is not your fate...your destiny can be changed...this is not what is meant to be...
Those words seemed to echo in her mind forever as she looked up, at all her slaughtered friends, then down to the blood that stained her hands and armor, her hand went for the deep black scar on her cheek. "This...this isn't my fate?" She asked her sword expectantly, and the words dissappeared.
"Then wait! WHat was supposed to be!?" She screamed at it, tears swelling up in her eye's. Her face was maimed from age, and battle. The hurt from losing many of her friends filled her features as she looked up.
Another knight stood above her, clad in scorched-black armor, a woman by the looks of it, long wisps of silver white hair escaping from under her helmet. Seeing what was on the sword the knight grabbed it with her free hand.
A burning pain filled Katilina's hands, which seemed to reverberate up to her arm's. She watched in terror as her fingers began to wither and blacken from the cruel and most evil touch of the knight. She immediately let her sword be wrenched from her otherwise taught grip, and looked up to see her fate.
Laughing, the blackened knight raised a large sword over her head. "Good...do it...kill me swiftly so that death may bring me comfort..." She breathed, lowering her head and closing her eye's.
"No..." Was the knights response.
"What?" Kat said, looking up.
"No...I'm not going to kill you..." THe knight said, bringing her terrible blade down on Kat's shoulder, severing the woman's arm clean off. Blood sprayed and gushed out as Kat screamed in agony, her voice resonating through the abyss of the barren plains. "I'm not about to give you and your Revolutionaries a morale boost...no you shant die a Martyr..." the knight said, her invisible smile widening significantly, "No...your death...would be meaningless to me...I'm here for other means."
The knight gripped Kat's chin and held her face tightly, causing the girl to squint from the pain. The blackened one bent over and pressed her lips against Kat's, sending a surge of magical energies flowing through her body.
Kat felt a change...she felt her chest armor become loose...her hair grow in reverse, amongst other things, but most importantly her arm grew back. When her eye's opened she was still on the battle feild...but the battle ceased, nothing remained but her and the knight.
"What...did you do?" She asked, bringing her hands to her mouth. Her voice...it had changed from its once sweet and coy tone, adopting a deeper sound. "My voice? What...what has happened?" She asked, seeing her reflection in the armor. "You've turned me into a man!" She screamed, "And you've changed my age!? I can't be looking more then 14!"
"And you shall grow younger as my sinister spell takes a hold of you....Katilina..." The knight said laughing, "Now sleep...when you wake...you will no longer be Katilina but-"
--:0:--
"Krystofer!" Cried an elderly woman. The boy in bed squirmed a bit, rolling over. The woman came up, holding the folds of her pink gown up off the floor so she didn't trip, and walked over to his bed. "Krystofer! Wake up you lazy boy!" She said, shaking him.
"Mother...what?" He said, opening his eye's groggilly and looking up, blurrily, at his mom.
"I need you to meet your brother at the town barracks for some important meeting..." She said turning her way to leave, but stopping suddenly and turning around. "And wear something nice! Your sister had a nice dress she always wore to court that seems to fit you fine..."
"Mother no! Im a man...not a woman..." He said, choking on the last part for some reason.
"We have no nice clothing for you...just wear it ok?"
"No mother I will not let you parade me around in a dress again!" He argued, standing up and pulling on a pair of canvas trousers and a tunic. "Im a man god-d@mnit..." He muttered as his mother left the room.
--:0:--
The star's zoomed about overheard, a brilliant display of space stretched out above the grand chambers of the Celestial palace. In it, the gods and goddesses, as well as their underlings the demigods, gathered and were in hot debate. A somewhat older woman, wearing purple armor and carrying the legendary greatsword on her back, walked into the room, holding up her bustier.
"What is happening to me!" She demanded of the gathering of beings before her. She was a special type of Demigod, a Guardian, one who protected a child of destiny. Her body changing was an ill omen, one that signified alot indeed.
"Your sister...Morganna...seems to have altered the destiny of your charge...but we can stop your body from changing..." A very old-looking man who sat at the head of the seat said, holding out his hand and correcting the wrong. Testing a bit, she slowly let go of her armor, keeping her hands close to it untill she was sure it would remain in place.
"So what ill will has be-fallen my charge?" She asked hottly, her anger resonating from deep within her bowels.
A haughty, half naked woman at the end of the seats laughed aloud. "A Guardian and she knows not when her Charge has changed genders!" She laughs, sitting back down as the eldest of the gods, Rhynos, looked down at her with an angry penetrating gaze.
"Ocnea, you will sit down and close your mouth..." He said angrilly, causing the room to silence immediately. He sat back down in his seat and regarded the guardian cooly. "Faye...your sister, Morganna, seems to have interupted the flow of time...but turning your charge into a man and reversing her age..." He said grimly, the other gods and goddesses nodding in agreement. "This spells the doom for all of us, simply because of what the revolution she was supposed to bring, would stop. Now....we face a terrible calamity which will now befall this world..."
There was a grim silence that filled the air, making Faye shift on her feet uneasily. "What...what does this mean?"
"This means..." Rhynos said, pausing briefly to study this young Guardian, "This means the mortal's that the Revolution would have killed...shall rise to power...and open the way to the Abyss....we will, from there on, have no way to stop it but by destroying the very world and starting over...your sister...has effectively destroyed this world...and she does it all in the name of-"
"Tahksis..." Faye interrupted her cheeks reddening from both hatred, and embarassment. "What must I do?" She said, looking up at Rhynos.
--:0:--
The abyss...the great void were all of the darkness of the world seemed to eminate from. This place of dread, endless and scorched black terrain and eerie orange sky. This, the land that all creatures, elves man what have you, dreaded to see upon death. A lone, dark figure moved about the area, moving unseen objects around. It felt, to Morgana, like she was in the middle of a grand temple, yet she could not see it.
Smiling to herself as she approached the figure, she sighed a bit. Her sword still in hand she raised it above her head, but stopped and brought it down slowly, sheathing it inside its scabbard. Moving up quietly, though she was wearing plate armor, she placed her gloved hand on the cleric's shoulder.
"Morgana..." He said, his voice almost a startled shriek. "Tahksis has been anticipating your arrival..." His voice, this time, was more calm and composed. "I'll bring you to her..." He said, turning around and grabbing Morgana's arm, the spikes of her armor penetrating his flesh and causing him to bleed a little bit. Thought deep they were, woundsl ike these would be fatal to normal men, they bled for only a second.
The ground beneath the two moved, flashing by. How Morganna knew this, she did not know, but it just felt like she was moving. "Here we are..." The dark cleric said, after abruptly stopping i nthe middle of nowhere again. "Wait here..." He said, dissappearing almost immediately after pulling his implaed body off of Morgana's armor.
Morgana waited patiently for a moment, sitting down on a chair that seemed to materialize out of nowhere behind her when she thought of it. After a few moment's, a large black throne appeared before her, seeming to spin around almost immediately when she thought of it.
A very beautiful, have-naked woman sat in its seat, a thin black sheer veil over her body, with straps of cloth over her nether regions- The Dark Temptress, one of Tahksis's form's.
"My queen..." Morgana said, getting down on one knee and removing her helmet, to let her soft silken silver hair fall down about her shoulder's. Her grey skin and ornate blue eye's shone brightly in the eerie light. The black rune's and symbols on her cheeks and underneath her eye's shined in the light as well. Her lips were black, as well as the space above her eye's, stopping at thin and neat silver eyebrows.
Tahksis moved her hand to lift Morgana's chin up so that her dread knight was staring her in the eye's, and she smiled. You have done well...this...you deserve much... The queen said, leaning forward and bestowing her blessing upon Morgana, by kissing her forehead. A deep black stain appeared, were her lips had been. It quickly disappeared however, the grey void of Morgana's forehead coming back quickly.
Morgana's head slipped downward again when her queen released her chin. But the celestial order....seeks to ruin my plans...and they send your sister to do it... The queen said, shaking her head slowly.
"Faye shall die..." Was all morganna could say before the queen kissed her again, this time on the lips, bestowing yet another blessing.
Good...that is what I wish to hear...the fated Child, Katilina, I assume...is no more?
"Yes my misstress...I have turned her into a man...no man can wield that legendary blade that Katilina wielded...no man..."
Tahksis's forehead creased as she slapped Morganna. You fool! His gender can be altered easily! All the order has to do i-
"Not against my spell..." Morgana said, wincing from the incredible ammount of pain that, still now, surgered throughout her body. "Nothing can be done...unless he will's it...which I know he won't..."
Are you sure?
"Positive..."
Good...then all we have to do is wait, and make sure the Order does not interfere with events...as they will most likely do...Thats why I'm sending you back...watch for your sister and make sure he says a man! If he begins transforming back into a woman kill him...
Morgana smiled a secret, inner smile at her orders and departed once again for the mortal world.
--:End Introduction:--
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Katilina looked down at her body, her hands. She was so different now from then. Her breasts had developed fully, and filled out the taught armored bustier she wore now, Her leg's grew considerably in length and her hair seemed to never cease to get longer. But her hands...gloved though they were, her hands were awash in blood. She hefted her weapon from the ground, a very heavy greatsword, and held it up to the eerie light.
The once silver blade was now tarnished, red with blood. The once ornamented hilt and handle was now nicked and scracthed up from many battles. As the blood slowly dripped down the blade, strange words seemed to appear.
"Huh?" The bewildered girl started, falling to her knee's as she stared in awe at her own blade.
This is not your fate...your destiny can be changed...this is not what is meant to be...
Those words seemed to echo in her mind forever as she looked up, at all her slaughtered friends, then down to the blood that stained her hands and armor, her hand went for the deep black scar on her cheek. "This...this isn't my fate?" She asked her sword expectantly, and the words dissappeared.
"Then wait! WHat was supposed to be!?" She screamed at it, tears swelling up in her eye's. Her face was maimed from age, and battle. The hurt from losing many of her friends filled her features as she looked up.
Another knight stood above her, clad in scorched-black armor, a woman by the looks of it, long wisps of silver white hair escaping from under her helmet. Seeing what was on the sword the knight grabbed it with her free hand.
A burning pain filled Katilina's hands, which seemed to reverberate up to her arm's. She watched in terror as her fingers began to wither and blacken from the cruel and most evil touch of the knight. She immediately let her sword be wrenched from her otherwise taught grip, and looked up to see her fate.
Laughing, the blackened knight raised a large sword over her head. "Good...do it...kill me swiftly so that death may bring me comfort..." She breathed, lowering her head and closing her eye's.
"No..." Was the knights response.
"What?" Kat said, looking up.
"No...I'm not going to kill you..." THe knight said, bringing her terrible blade down on Kat's shoulder, severing the woman's arm clean off. Blood sprayed and gushed out as Kat screamed in agony, her voice resonating through the abyss of the barren plains. "I'm not about to give you and your Revolutionaries a morale boost...no you shant die a Martyr..." the knight said, her invisible smile widening significantly, "No...your death...would be meaningless to me...I'm here for other means."
The knight gripped Kat's chin and held her face tightly, causing the girl to squint from the pain. The blackened one bent over and pressed her lips against Kat's, sending a surge of magical energies flowing through her body.
Kat felt a change...she felt her chest armor become loose...her hair grow in reverse, amongst other things, but most importantly her arm grew back. When her eye's opened she was still on the battle feild...but the battle ceased, nothing remained but her and the knight.
"What...did you do?" She asked, bringing her hands to her mouth. Her voice...it had changed from its once sweet and coy tone, adopting a deeper sound. "My voice? What...what has happened?" She asked, seeing her reflection in the armor. "You've turned me into a man!" She screamed, "And you've changed my age!? I can't be looking more then 14!"
"And you shall grow younger as my sinister spell takes a hold of you....Katilina..." The knight said laughing, "Now sleep...when you wake...you will no longer be Katilina but-"
--:0:--
"Krystofer!" Cried an elderly woman. The boy in bed squirmed a bit, rolling over. The woman came up, holding the folds of her pink gown up off the floor so she didn't trip, and walked over to his bed. "Krystofer! Wake up you lazy boy!" She said, shaking him.
"Mother...what?" He said, opening his eye's groggilly and looking up, blurrily, at his mom.
"I need you to meet your brother at the town barracks for some important meeting..." She said turning her way to leave, but stopping suddenly and turning around. "And wear something nice! Your sister had a nice dress she always wore to court that seems to fit you fine..."
"Mother no! Im a man...not a woman..." He said, choking on the last part for some reason.
"We have no nice clothing for you...just wear it ok?"
"No mother I will not let you parade me around in a dress again!" He argued, standing up and pulling on a pair of canvas trousers and a tunic. "Im a man god-d@mnit..." He muttered as his mother left the room.
--:0:--
The star's zoomed about overheard, a brilliant display of space stretched out above the grand chambers of the Celestial palace. In it, the gods and goddesses, as well as their underlings the demigods, gathered and were in hot debate. A somewhat older woman, wearing purple armor and carrying the legendary greatsword on her back, walked into the room, holding up her bustier.
"What is happening to me!" She demanded of the gathering of beings before her. She was a special type of Demigod, a Guardian, one who protected a child of destiny. Her body changing was an ill omen, one that signified alot indeed.
"Your sister...Morganna...seems to have altered the destiny of your charge...but we can stop your body from changing..." A very old-looking man who sat at the head of the seat said, holding out his hand and correcting the wrong. Testing a bit, she slowly let go of her armor, keeping her hands close to it untill she was sure it would remain in place.
"So what ill will has be-fallen my charge?" She asked hottly, her anger resonating from deep within her bowels.
A haughty, half naked woman at the end of the seats laughed aloud. "A Guardian and she knows not when her Charge has changed genders!" She laughs, sitting back down as the eldest of the gods, Rhynos, looked down at her with an angry penetrating gaze.
"Ocnea, you will sit down and close your mouth..." He said angrilly, causing the room to silence immediately. He sat back down in his seat and regarded the guardian cooly. "Faye...your sister, Morganna, seems to have interupted the flow of time...but turning your charge into a man and reversing her age..." He said grimly, the other gods and goddesses nodding in agreement. "This spells the doom for all of us, simply because of what the revolution she was supposed to bring, would stop. Now....we face a terrible calamity which will now befall this world..."
There was a grim silence that filled the air, making Faye shift on her feet uneasily. "What...what does this mean?"
"This means..." Rhynos said, pausing briefly to study this young Guardian, "This means the mortal's that the Revolution would have killed...shall rise to power...and open the way to the Abyss....we will, from there on, have no way to stop it but by destroying the very world and starting over...your sister...has effectively destroyed this world...and she does it all in the name of-"
"Tahksis..." Faye interrupted her cheeks reddening from both hatred, and embarassment. "What must I do?" She said, looking up at Rhynos.
--:0:--
The abyss...the great void were all of the darkness of the world seemed to eminate from. This place of dread, endless and scorched black terrain and eerie orange sky. This, the land that all creatures, elves man what have you, dreaded to see upon death. A lone, dark figure moved about the area, moving unseen objects around. It felt, to Morgana, like she was in the middle of a grand temple, yet she could not see it.
Smiling to herself as she approached the figure, she sighed a bit. Her sword still in hand she raised it above her head, but stopped and brought it down slowly, sheathing it inside its scabbard. Moving up quietly, though she was wearing plate armor, she placed her gloved hand on the cleric's shoulder.
"Morgana..." He said, his voice almost a startled shriek. "Tahksis has been anticipating your arrival..." His voice, this time, was more calm and composed. "I'll bring you to her..." He said, turning around and grabbing Morgana's arm, the spikes of her armor penetrating his flesh and causing him to bleed a little bit. Thought deep they were, woundsl ike these would be fatal to normal men, they bled for only a second.
The ground beneath the two moved, flashing by. How Morganna knew this, she did not know, but it just felt like she was moving. "Here we are..." The dark cleric said, after abruptly stopping i nthe middle of nowhere again. "Wait here..." He said, dissappearing almost immediately after pulling his implaed body off of Morgana's armor.
Morgana waited patiently for a moment, sitting down on a chair that seemed to materialize out of nowhere behind her when she thought of it. After a few moment's, a large black throne appeared before her, seeming to spin around almost immediately when she thought of it.
A very beautiful, have-naked woman sat in its seat, a thin black sheer veil over her body, with straps of cloth over her nether regions- The Dark Temptress, one of Tahksis's form's.
"My queen..." Morgana said, getting down on one knee and removing her helmet, to let her soft silken silver hair fall down about her shoulder's. Her grey skin and ornate blue eye's shone brightly in the eerie light. The black rune's and symbols on her cheeks and underneath her eye's shined in the light as well. Her lips were black, as well as the space above her eye's, stopping at thin and neat silver eyebrows.
Tahksis moved her hand to lift Morgana's chin up so that her dread knight was staring her in the eye's, and she smiled. You have done well...this...you deserve much... The queen said, leaning forward and bestowing her blessing upon Morgana, by kissing her forehead. A deep black stain appeared, were her lips had been. It quickly disappeared however, the grey void of Morgana's forehead coming back quickly.
Morgana's head slipped downward again when her queen released her chin. But the celestial order....seeks to ruin my plans...and they send your sister to do it... The queen said, shaking her head slowly.
"Faye shall die..." Was all morganna could say before the queen kissed her again, this time on the lips, bestowing yet another blessing.
Good...that is what I wish to hear...the fated Child, Katilina, I assume...is no more?
"Yes my misstress...I have turned her into a man...no man can wield that legendary blade that Katilina wielded...no man..."
Tahksis's forehead creased as she slapped Morganna. You fool! His gender can be altered easily! All the order has to do i-
"Not against my spell..." Morgana said, wincing from the incredible ammount of pain that, still now, surgered throughout her body. "Nothing can be done...unless he will's it...which I know he won't..."
Are you sure?
"Positive..."
Good...then all we have to do is wait, and make sure the Order does not interfere with events...as they will most likely do...Thats why I'm sending you back...watch for your sister and make sure he says a man! If he begins transforming back into a woman kill him...
Morgana smiled a secret, inner smile at her orders and departed once again for the mortal world.
--:End Introduction:--
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