thinking
sad
the prologue
aurora borealis
word-bank
sombre, dangerous, candle-lit, flame, fire, death, gothic, soul, heaven, sad, sombre, misleading, cruel, daemons, snake, ape.
location
the sanctuary
tone
encapsulated with dispair, horror and excitment. Danger lays ahead filled with mystery, blessed souls, naivety
tag
A quaint mistake leading to dire consequence, a subtle change in history.
the prophecy
"They with no soul,
repulse temptation,
deliver from the depths,
to find the truest form,
of daemon bond,
cut the chain of a child,
to be released from uncertainty
Seven children
and daemon,
blessed souls,
escape their world
to pay the price
of humanities sin..."
the prophecy
"They with no soul,
repulse temptation,
deliver from the depths,
to find the truest form,
of daemon bond,
cut the chain of a child,
to be released from uncertainty
Seven children
and daemon,
blessed souls,
escape their world
to pay the price
of humanities sin..."
death
His hood was drawn around his face in a desperate attempts to conceal his daemon which was slipped round his neck, hidden in his veil. The man was breathless and without respect, perhaps injured? No, there was no visible limping or cowering and he did not call out for assistance; his cries would be a waste of effort. The hallways of this haunted Sanctuary reflected as a grand mirror maze and with each winding hallway their confusion grew."Briar it's time. She is coming and the children-- The children need to be protected from her and the prophecy-" The voice was a serpentine whisper.
"Shush, Eros, I can't bare to leave you. What if it isn't true, what if our death means nothing..."
"Do it. Do it now" The slender yet muscular snake-daemon, Eros, coiled her pitted body around Briar's neck, her voice growing more hurried and her anger was more wavering disapointment and fright. "We cannot continue this journey together, if you do not, I must." Her grip was becoming much more tighter around his throat and the serpent, too, writhed and weezed. "The key will open the vault of the New World, this is only the beginning..."
"Oh, my darling heart," Briar gasped, his fingers attempting to loosen her vice on his neck. "I will see you in Heaven."
It took around three minutes of silence before the snake vanished and the man collasped to the floor.
The fifty year old Scholar Briar, a fine master of medicine, law and exploration, now close and cold in his grave. Resting his cool, taunt face underground the worms will relish while he is now dancing the skies with his reptilian daemon. His soul, now at one and his body left down in Earth. Briar, in the past, was reknowned for his reckless ideologies and insane yet spectacular expression of mind. Over the past six months, did Briar become ever so reclusive, hidden and secretive. There had been speculations that the renowned scholar had become tainted, his mind confused and broken. However, dismissed where these claims as Briar's reputation was extremely celebrated.
To pass at half a century, is an uncommon feat (man is usually frail at one-hundred) causing speculation in the Sanctuary. His body, bore no marks of struggle and tests carried out by the finest investigators showed no use poison or ill harm. The only other option for his untimely death is possibly his daemon being killed by somebody else’s: daemons do not leave physical bodies after passing so this could never be ruled out. Why did Eros kill Briar and ultimately herself?
These conspiracies were halted after Her coincidental entrance into The Sanctuary's grounds. All was not calm, even before til her arrival: Though, having an unknown figure of authority with an extremely scary (and intelligent) daemon, waltz, so cooly into this place of education is likely to bring such dishevelment and unproserperic rumours.
scene
The room was dimly lit with candle fire, a warm glow piercing the icy atmosphere, scented of parchment, ink, incense and dust. It was much appealing to those of traditional taste; not wired children and their daemons that restlessly shuffled and shifted. They were all uncomfortable, resonancing the ordeal of Ingrid’s personal probes. It was deathly quiet apart from the spitting from the candles and the crisp burning of a stick of incense. All seven of the children had been violated by The Last Question. To be removed from, or even consider going further than a few metres from you daemon was deathly sin never unfolded. Why did she ask them this? What was the importance of it? The way her daemon stared so hungrily at theirs: the look of a killer cannot be masked by a feeble and playful front.information+more
>The children in the room where the last to be questioned out of twenty-two others including some children of servants and librarians. They were seperated into four groups; "With" and "Without" parents and "Settled" and "Unsettled" daemons.>The Sanctuary's minor scholars are not so dispelled by Ingrid's new order. They respected her, welcomed her and allowed her to muse through Scholar Briar's office and reside in his bed-chambers.
>The children also relished in her attention, how kind was she with her soft, exotic accent and delicate touch.
Ingrid, a woman of a true enigma, was only summoned in greatest despair. She was a cunning, calculative and regulation, not a saviour of children! Why did she show such interest in The Seven? Did she know of the prophecy?
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