04-15-2020, 04:38 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-15-2020, 07:08 AM by Rowan Finnegan.)
Before Rowan stood a large, bronze monolith; in the distance, sat a familiar cage of vines (now broken open.) The mammoth edifice possessed four faces, and three other people stood around its perimeter; Vale, Armande, and a man dressed in a white gown – he almost looked like the Pope, at least his clothing did. Strange writing covered the monolith, in a language she did not recognize. Vale stood to the right of Rowan, wearing a long, black dress, and a large, black veil. Armande stood to Rowan’s other side, looking dapper in a gray suit. The holy man stood opposite Rowan.
Rowan felt her limbs moving of their own accord, reaching up and touching the monolith. Vale did the same. Their hands reached the pillar at the same moment and the large, bronze edifice lit up like a firecracker. The mysterious symbols covering the monolith, brightening with an azure light. The blue glow swelled and reached out from the monolith, consuming the four of them until the only thing that existed was the light. Rowan felt herself screaming silently as the purifying radiance reached into her very bones, pulling out something that resided deep within her.
The light winked out and the bronze edifice was all that remained.
Rowan held two items, glass-like and slender, in both of her hands. She looked at both, not recognizing what they were. She found her face moving up, finding that she was not alone. She was looking to Vale, and saw that she too held identical items. The holy man, who was dressed like the Pope, came around to Rowan and held out his hand. She extended her left hand and handed him one of the glassy objects. He took hold of it and disappeared. Rowan turned to look to her sister but found that Vale and Armande had disappeared as well.
The other glass-like object remained in Rowan’s right hand. She looked down at it and heard an Eagle screeching. The animalistic scream echoed in her mind and the world went black once more.
Rowan found herself kneeling in the water, arms outstretched and head staring up towards the heavens. Her breathing was labored and sweat beaded her brow. The waters of Lake Baikal slowly being absorbed into the fine silk of her dress. She lowered her arms and let her head drop. Another vision. Had she screamed out loud this time? Or was it silence? Had Vale shared in it? Judging by the intensity, Vale had to have seen the same thing. Rowan turned her head about quickly, searching for her sister.
Rowan felt her limbs moving of their own accord, reaching up and touching the monolith. Vale did the same. Their hands reached the pillar at the same moment and the large, bronze edifice lit up like a firecracker. The mysterious symbols covering the monolith, brightening with an azure light. The blue glow swelled and reached out from the monolith, consuming the four of them until the only thing that existed was the light. Rowan felt herself screaming silently as the purifying radiance reached into her very bones, pulling out something that resided deep within her.
The light winked out and the bronze edifice was all that remained.
Rowan held two items, glass-like and slender, in both of her hands. She looked at both, not recognizing what they were. She found her face moving up, finding that she was not alone. She was looking to Vale, and saw that she too held identical items. The holy man, who was dressed like the Pope, came around to Rowan and held out his hand. She extended her left hand and handed him one of the glassy objects. He took hold of it and disappeared. Rowan turned to look to her sister but found that Vale and Armande had disappeared as well.
The other glass-like object remained in Rowan’s right hand. She looked down at it and heard an Eagle screeching. The animalistic scream echoed in her mind and the world went black once more.
Rowan found herself kneeling in the water, arms outstretched and head staring up towards the heavens. Her breathing was labored and sweat beaded her brow. The waters of Lake Baikal slowly being absorbed into the fine silk of her dress. She lowered her arms and let her head drop. Another vision. Had she screamed out loud this time? Or was it silence? Had Vale shared in it? Judging by the intensity, Vale had to have seen the same thing. Rowan turned her head about quickly, searching for her sister.