Alyssia Kanath
03-31-2006, 10:38 AM
"What....have you...become...?"
There was darkness...still as death.
No sound but the rythmic beating of her own heart and the voice that had begun to torment her.
Her gaze shifted around, trying to cut through the inky blackness that wrapped itself around her body like a smothering blanket.
And then before her...a light.
Soft green it glowed in the dark, an almost soothing glimmer that brought hope to the sinking feeling that plagued her stomach.
But soon enough that comfort was shattered as that luminescense began to blaze, bright and glittering it became suddenly clear that it was eyes that looked upon her from the shadow....swirling emerald orbs radiating hotly with obvious madness and hatred.
Her eyes...
Alyssia Kanath was suddenly faced with the one enemy she feared beyond all reason...
Herself.
The darkness lifted just slightly, revealing the woman who now stood before her. shorn fiery hair swept upward to short spikes upon the top and skin pale almost as death. A sultry and crooked grin upon her lips, so familiar yet holding a hint of maniacal malevolence that could easily confuse a lesser person. Her eyes, those eyes that glittered and seemed to radiate her emotions so easily, rained down upon her with hatred, spite, and a sick sense of amusement as they regarded her. Black she wore, shirt low cut and sleeves rolled to the elbows...tucked in neatly to black leather trousers that fit like a second skin. Midnight black riding boots, polished to perfection and without scuff or defect made a clicking sound as the vision walked towards her upon an unseen floor of what seemed to be marble.
The dark side of her soul came upon her and stood there...arms folded and coldly regarding what it held within it's sight...
"Pathetic...", She sneered, moving to slowly circle Alyssia, regarding her like prey. "Look at you...standin' there with yer uniform, wearin' a color you hate an' tryin' to believe tha' the title o' Captain means anythin' but piss in a pot."
Alyssia cringed slightly, the words stinging her soul and ringing with truth.
"You...goin' around an' tryin' to be all nice an' parental with these pathetic sap Fae who dart aroun' like foolish children in every bloody direction an' expect you to clean up their messes like a good wee school marm..." The voice dripped with sarcasm and derrision.
The Thunderlord grit her teeth and closed her eyes, head twisting about in effort to shut out the noise.
"Givin' an oath to some fool Queen who could care less about who or wha' you are... You hate the entire idea o' monarchies an' now yer wallowin' in one like some pig in a mud hole..." The vision came around to the front again and stood there nose to nose and glaring at the warrior angrily. "Silvara does nae give a rat's arse about you... Look at the way she treats you... Your rank is useless... Captain' o' what? You have no authority..."
Alyssia opened her eyes and glared downward, fists clenching.
The vision leaned forward and whispered softly in her ear, "You know I'm right..."
"No..." The Thunderlord growled with much more conviction than she actually felt.
"No? You thought there was a friendship between you two...poor misguided Alyssia..." The darkness barked a laugh, "You know better...she looks upon you like any other peasant. She holds no care in her heart for the likes of you...yer nae even one o' her people... An' our people mean nothin' to her. She does nae care wha' we have accomplished...none o' them do. None o' them realize tha' here before them stands a leader of our people... We do not get the respect that is due us!"
Noting the sudden use of the term "We", Alyssia slowly looked up into the burning eyes of her own darkness.
"None of them care!"
"Shut up..."
"They laugh at you..."
"I said...shut up..."
"We should wipe the stupid grins off their faces and make them see just who we are..."
"No..."
"Make them respect us..."
"True respect cannae be gained through fear!" Alyssia shouted.
The dark woman laughed in amusement.
"Though sometimes fear is the only way...."
"You're wrong...."
"Am I...? Look around you....listen....watch they way they look at you... The way Silvara dismisses you without so much a thought..."
The warrior put her hands over her ears, grimacing. "No...no...."
With soft seduction, her dark self murmured softly in the tongue of Alyssia's people, tactics switching. "tá siad beagmhaitheasach, truamhéalach amadán..."
"They are not!"
"You do not belong...." She laughed, "Not wit' the na síogaí"
"They are family to me..." Alyssia whimpered.
"Just watch..." it whispered. "And then tell me how much you think they consider you family"
The Thunderlord's anger broke free and she lunged for the figure before her, "Dún do bheal!" She howled, fists flying angrily.
The vision disintigrated before her and all that could be heard was maniacal laughter...ringing loudly in the darknes, echoing from all around.
Alyssia jerked awake, eyes darting around the common room of her home frantically. She had fallen asleep upon the couch downstairs, exhaustion taking her a few hours before when she had returned from the Lighthouse. The only illumination was the soft lamp glow from above the table and she sat up, shivering with chill and trying to break free from the cottony strands of deep slumber. The warrior rubbed her eyes, hung head low as she touched her right temple, muttering to herself about the sudden headache that had come on.
Eyes opening she looked down upon herself, gazing sullenly at the uniform she wore. The Queens' crest upon the breast of her vest, the rank design that signified her as Captain of the Guard. Staring at it a moment her brows furrowed almost sadly...
"They...respect me..." She whispered half heartedly, trying desparately to believe her words.
And the dragon crest upon her vest stared back at her almost mockingly. The insignia suddenly twisting and turning in the lamplight....laughing at her.
Quickly she tore the vest from her body and threw it upon the ground, standing and backing away from it slowly. For a moment she stared at the offending piece of clothing, eyes blinking in confusion.
There was silence.
lonely...agonizing...silence...
There was darkness...still as death.
No sound but the rythmic beating of her own heart and the voice that had begun to torment her.
Her gaze shifted around, trying to cut through the inky blackness that wrapped itself around her body like a smothering blanket.
And then before her...a light.
Soft green it glowed in the dark, an almost soothing glimmer that brought hope to the sinking feeling that plagued her stomach.
But soon enough that comfort was shattered as that luminescense began to blaze, bright and glittering it became suddenly clear that it was eyes that looked upon her from the shadow....swirling emerald orbs radiating hotly with obvious madness and hatred.
Her eyes...
Alyssia Kanath was suddenly faced with the one enemy she feared beyond all reason...
Herself.
The darkness lifted just slightly, revealing the woman who now stood before her. shorn fiery hair swept upward to short spikes upon the top and skin pale almost as death. A sultry and crooked grin upon her lips, so familiar yet holding a hint of maniacal malevolence that could easily confuse a lesser person. Her eyes, those eyes that glittered and seemed to radiate her emotions so easily, rained down upon her with hatred, spite, and a sick sense of amusement as they regarded her. Black she wore, shirt low cut and sleeves rolled to the elbows...tucked in neatly to black leather trousers that fit like a second skin. Midnight black riding boots, polished to perfection and without scuff or defect made a clicking sound as the vision walked towards her upon an unseen floor of what seemed to be marble.
The dark side of her soul came upon her and stood there...arms folded and coldly regarding what it held within it's sight...
"Pathetic...", She sneered, moving to slowly circle Alyssia, regarding her like prey. "Look at you...standin' there with yer uniform, wearin' a color you hate an' tryin' to believe tha' the title o' Captain means anythin' but piss in a pot."
Alyssia cringed slightly, the words stinging her soul and ringing with truth.
"You...goin' around an' tryin' to be all nice an' parental with these pathetic sap Fae who dart aroun' like foolish children in every bloody direction an' expect you to clean up their messes like a good wee school marm..." The voice dripped with sarcasm and derrision.
The Thunderlord grit her teeth and closed her eyes, head twisting about in effort to shut out the noise.
"Givin' an oath to some fool Queen who could care less about who or wha' you are... You hate the entire idea o' monarchies an' now yer wallowin' in one like some pig in a mud hole..." The vision came around to the front again and stood there nose to nose and glaring at the warrior angrily. "Silvara does nae give a rat's arse about you... Look at the way she treats you... Your rank is useless... Captain' o' what? You have no authority..."
Alyssia opened her eyes and glared downward, fists clenching.
The vision leaned forward and whispered softly in her ear, "You know I'm right..."
"No..." The Thunderlord growled with much more conviction than she actually felt.
"No? You thought there was a friendship between you two...poor misguided Alyssia..." The darkness barked a laugh, "You know better...she looks upon you like any other peasant. She holds no care in her heart for the likes of you...yer nae even one o' her people... An' our people mean nothin' to her. She does nae care wha' we have accomplished...none o' them do. None o' them realize tha' here before them stands a leader of our people... We do not get the respect that is due us!"
Noting the sudden use of the term "We", Alyssia slowly looked up into the burning eyes of her own darkness.
"None of them care!"
"Shut up..."
"They laugh at you..."
"I said...shut up..."
"We should wipe the stupid grins off their faces and make them see just who we are..."
"No..."
"Make them respect us..."
"True respect cannae be gained through fear!" Alyssia shouted.
The dark woman laughed in amusement.
"Though sometimes fear is the only way...."
"You're wrong...."
"Am I...? Look around you....listen....watch they way they look at you... The way Silvara dismisses you without so much a thought..."
The warrior put her hands over her ears, grimacing. "No...no...."
With soft seduction, her dark self murmured softly in the tongue of Alyssia's people, tactics switching. "tá siad beagmhaitheasach, truamhéalach amadán..."
"They are not!"
"You do not belong...." She laughed, "Not wit' the na síogaí"
"They are family to me..." Alyssia whimpered.
"Just watch..." it whispered. "And then tell me how much you think they consider you family"
The Thunderlord's anger broke free and she lunged for the figure before her, "Dún do bheal!" She howled, fists flying angrily.
The vision disintigrated before her and all that could be heard was maniacal laughter...ringing loudly in the darknes, echoing from all around.
Alyssia jerked awake, eyes darting around the common room of her home frantically. She had fallen asleep upon the couch downstairs, exhaustion taking her a few hours before when she had returned from the Lighthouse. The only illumination was the soft lamp glow from above the table and she sat up, shivering with chill and trying to break free from the cottony strands of deep slumber. The warrior rubbed her eyes, hung head low as she touched her right temple, muttering to herself about the sudden headache that had come on.
Eyes opening she looked down upon herself, gazing sullenly at the uniform she wore. The Queens' crest upon the breast of her vest, the rank design that signified her as Captain of the Guard. Staring at it a moment her brows furrowed almost sadly...
"They...respect me..." She whispered half heartedly, trying desparately to believe her words.
And the dragon crest upon her vest stared back at her almost mockingly. The insignia suddenly twisting and turning in the lamplight....laughing at her.
Quickly she tore the vest from her body and threw it upon the ground, standing and backing away from it slowly. For a moment she stared at the offending piece of clothing, eyes blinking in confusion.
There was silence.
lonely...agonizing...silence...