Post by Northen Light36 on Jun 19, 2009 21:57:33 GMT -5
"Yep!" Celesta agrees, dropping lightly out of the tree. "You're a good finder." She looks towards the adult in the group and asks, "Do you really want to see Calesta?" As she asks, the little girl begins to glow faintly.
Post by Northen Light36 on Jun 19, 2009 22:24:57 GMT -5
"Okay," the little girl agrees and closes her eyes. The glow arround her body turns blinding, forcing everyone to look away for a moment. When it fades away, there's an attractive young woman standing where the child was.
"I am Celesta," she says gently, smiling at Shyamal. "What brings you to my home, young sir?"
Post by Kender Bard on Jun 19, 2009 22:27:54 GMT -5
Shyamal turns and looks at Arbiter at this point, but only briefly. He wanted to stare at Celesta. That was a very neat trick.
Worg's voice resonated strongly in Celesta's mind. I have made a pact with this one's father. The time to act on it is now. This guardian has brought the Prince of Evil- There was a pause as Worg snorted. -to be aged in order to defend him against his own father. I assume he brought the girl for the same reason. I would see them both made older, stronger - by eleven years. No more, no less. Once that is done, I will consider my agreement with that worm in Morilanta concluded.
Post by Northen Light36 on Jun 19, 2009 23:26:44 GMT -5
Well, this was unexpected. Interresting, certainly, but unexpected. "As you wish, my lady," Celesta murmurs, reaching out to take Fausta and lay the baby girl at her feet. Then she gestures to Shyamal. "Come here, young prince," she says gently. "Would you like to grow up as I just did? It is my lady Worg's wish that I use my gift to make you stronger and therefore safer."
Post by Kender Bard on Jun 19, 2009 23:28:00 GMT -5
Shyamal's eyes widen just a little more at that statement. It looked... fun! Amazing! "Yes," he agreed, eagerly. And to be bigger. That would be simply amazing. He took a deep breath and gave Celesta an excited smile.
Post by Northen Light36 on Jun 19, 2009 23:41:55 GMT -5
Celesta smiles, with the smallest trace of regret in the expression. It always seems a shame to take a childhood, but orders were orders and the boy was willing. The girl was too young to decide. "Very well then," Celesta said and focused, letting her power wash over the two children, speeding them and them alone through the next eleven years.
Post by Kender Bard on Jun 19, 2009 23:46:54 GMT -5
What happened was not an entirely pleasant transformation. Eleven years of Morilanta blurred over the two children, infused them. Pain seared through Shyamal's nerves as he lived through each pain inflicted on him. Wounds opened and closed before an individual could blink - mostly shallow wounds at any rate, though some left scars in their wake.
Fausta's transformation was less violent - she simply grew and seemed to suffer little bodily harm as a result.
When the aging had been completed, Shyamal knelt on the ground, panting, eyes shut tightly, his face in a look of shock and hurt - and betrayal.
Fausta blinked and looked all about her, momentarily fearful before a mask of calmness settled on her face.
"I.. what... what..." Shyamal panted until he, too, began to calm down. "I.. oh.. I remember this place." He put a hand to his forehead. "That was so long ago..."
Fausta shivered and hugged herself. She gave Arbiter wary looks.
Shyamal slowly stood. For a child of only fourteen, he was already putting on the height he had inherited from his father. He glanced between Arbiter and Celesta. "Wow..." He bowed his head to Celesta, slightly. "You saved my life. Thank you."
Post by Northen Light36 on Jun 20, 2009 20:03:32 GMT -5
"I merely gave you a chance of survival, young prince," Celesta replies solumnly. "What you now do with that chance is up to you, but know there is still much danger for yourself and your sister if you are not careful. Goodbye children. Look after each other."
With that Celesta turns and starts to walk deeper into the forest, vanishing after only a handful of steps.
Post by Kender Bard on Jun 20, 2009 20:43:10 GMT -5
Shyamal frowned as he considered it. "Sort of," he admitted and came back over to the man, laying a hand on the pommel and looking at Arbiter closely. "Right now I have eleven years of memories. It's all very clear to me, though some parts are... foggy. Just a moment ago I was sitting in a room with my father... and he was about to kill me. I blinked, and here I am. I can only assume you saved me from him. But... You look younger. So I deduce..."
The boy sucked on his lower lip a moment. "That the woman that you took me to see all those years ago - or today, it's very confusing - has some kind of... of... time power. And she brought me back to the... past. Eleven years ago. Fausta too, evidently." He cocked his head at his sister who stared blankly back. "Before my father went absolutely to pieces and insane."
The prince took a breath. "My question now is.. what do we do? What is our plan?"
Arbiter reached for the circlet and held it out to Shyamal. "I was ordered by your father to bring you here if his mind were to begin to rot. What happens now is your choice, know that whatever you decide I will support you anyway I can." He glances over at Fausta briefly. ~You must also decide what to do with your sister.~
Post by Kender Bard on Jun 20, 2009 21:01:50 GMT -5
Shyamal accepted the circlet and smiled briefly before slipping it on. It felt cold against his skin and the metal stood out in sharp contrast to his pale features. He glanced back at his sister then gave Arbiter a strange look. ~She's my sister. She's coming with me and I'll take care of her. I don't want her in father's hands either.~ He turned and held a hand out to her. "Come along, Fausta."
Fausta bowed her head, a subservient little motion, and took her brother's hand.
Shyamal frowned thoughtfully again. "I remember when I was little, after you took us here, we just... went back home. It wasn't until I was... six or so that we left again. You took me alone into the forest and we evaded my father's attempts to hunt me down. Meanwhile, war was brewing in Morilanta. It was a very slow war.. between Bastion-" something hot and angry flickered through the prince's eyes at the name "-and father. When I was ten, it exploded. Civil war. It was terrible... the loss of life..." The prince shook his head. "You did your best to teach me as much about survival as I could learn at that age. Eventually we were caught and hauled back home. By that time, father had won the war though the cost was brutal to both the land and himself. I think whatever was left of his mind was just..."
The prince's hand fell to his side, lacking the proper words. "Ironically, he picked up my training where you left off though it was far more... intense. I don't know why he insisted I build up my strength, in hindsight. It served no purpose. I suppose it was just the whim of a madman. It was terrible though." The prince touched his forehead and grimaced.
"And then he named me the new high priest. There was outrage of course. Father brutally destroyed all dissenters. Then not long ago he summoned me to him and.. babbled. I didn't understand half of what he was saying. But it ended with his coming at me, presumably to kill me. Something about... threat, threat to him, threat from the Forces. I had hardly been listening."
The prince frowned at his guardian. "So. My plan. I think what I want more than anything is to prevent the war that occurred in Morilanta. But to do that, we need to stop either my father or Bastion. If I just stop Bastion, there's nothing to prevent what happened the last few years from reoccurring - from stopping father from killing me and going insane regardless. If we just defeat my father, then Bastion will swoop in for the kill and try to gain supreme reign of Morilanta."
Shyamal sighed heavily. "We need to stop them both, don't we?"