03-27-2009, 12:55 AM
With the battle constantly raging around him, Juno couldn’t understand anything going on in the chaos, so as Sage and Ashe rushed to safety, he opted to do the same. He backed up against the wall, feeling the rotted wood creak beneath his fingers. Peace was not quickly upon him, however, as the images of the battle melted away.
Eyes glazed over, face grown pale, the soothsayer fell from the world of what was to the world of what was soon to come. This place, conversely, seemed to be quite different than anything he had ever experienced at any point in time. Here, the tailed boy found that he wasn’t seeing any defined future, but rather, what was to come in an abstract form.
From the astral plane surrounding him an orchard rose, crawling over with vines, white-picket fences, and cobblestone pathways. The environment around the oracle appeared serene and picturesque, but somehow, the black-haired lad could feel the falsity in this masque. He stepped forward, and the path that lay before him seemed real enough—so he continued.
The orchard walls were high, and looked hard to climb, so almost instantly, the idea of escape from this fairy-tale realm was pushed out of his thought process. He would have to wait for what was about to be handed to him, what tidbit of the future this vision had to offer. However, a consistent fear held out—how much time did he have?
Without announcement, Kaden stepped forth from a nearby collection of vines. The courier eyed the fortuneteller with a purpose; but the seer couldn’t see what that purpose was until it was realized. The blonde-haired man charged forth, pulling a dagger from his pocket. The hybrid caught the delivery boy’s wrist just before he reached his target.
Yanking the weapon from the hand of his assailant, Juno felt an abrupt urge to clutch the dagger vehemently and thrust it into Kaden’s chest; his battle against the urge was succinct, and within seconds, he had made the fateful decision to stab the formerly-humble man. Kaden doubled over as the blade pierced his torso, blood seeping forth from the fresh wound.
Letting go of the switchblade hastily, Juno gazed down to his own palm, stained with Kaden’s blood. Strangely, he did not suffer any regret for ending the man’s piteous life as the courier slumped down to the soil, the crimson life liquor pouring out of his chest in larger loads. The supernatural quirked an eyebrow—it felt bizarrely pleasing to kill.
Kaden’s dead form lied crumpled on the cobblestone path, motionless. The dream seemed to fade in and out, but it was not over—Juno would not let it. The clairvoyant convinced himself that he had to figure out what was going on. He searched farther and farther, begging for something else to rise from the woodwork—when Sage came into view.
As beautiful as he’d remembered her, she came forth, her azure hair falling behind her shoulders, her eyes gazing up at him. He eventually came to the realization that she was looking at him with a gentle longing in her eye, and he felt another impulse; to hold her. He couldn’t control his muscles, couldn’t keep them from reaching out and pulling her close.
He felt attached to her, as if there was some type of commitment that he had to keeping her out of harm’s way; he knew that he had promised never to let anything hurt the coral-eyed girl, but this felt like a different kind of attachment. To be honest, it felt almost romantic—and Juno knew that there was no chance of that. Not with Sage.
This thought was quickly dashed away, however. The gentle woman raised her head to his, and before the supernatural could react, she had kissed him. Her lips traced his, and without hesitation, he kissed her back. A sort of euphoria fell over him, and his heart fluttered with joy and passion. This was everything he had ever wanted.
Everything he had ever wanted or dreamed of? It was a farfetched idea to think that all of this awaited him in the future. As he continued to kiss the woman of his dreams, he considered the fact that this all might be false, that this might be a lure and he was the fish, and that by continuing to give in to such a temptation, he was falling for it hook, line, and sinker.
After what seemed to be forever—but, for Juno, not quite long enough—the lips of the two lovers parted, and another figure came into view just behind Sage: the meek priestess, Sophia. The blonde saint stepped vivaciously towards the pair and took Juno and kissed him, as well. Juno’s eyes averted to see Sage’s reaction, but there was nothing.
She continued to smile in a seductive manner like he knew the blue-topped girl never would. When Sophia had released him from her embrace, they drifted away, both of them beckoning him to follow—a provocative and tempting appeal, to be sure, but the clairvoyant found himself finally knowing what this realm was about.
“You don’t know what I want,” he chuckled, stepping back and sitting on a marble bench that had recently risen from the surface. “You don’t know what I want because I don’t know what I want!” Laughing at the utter hilarity of the situation, Juno realized what was going on: this realm was meant to provide him with pure deception.
Whomever was invading his mind, planting these thoughts into his head, was giving him a ‘vision’ of what was to come, but was deceiving him by letting him see what he wanted to happen. Cunning trickery, to be sure, but their plan had hit a roadblock when it had come to the point of Juno’s current romantic interest.
He had never loved being indecisive so much. Though he was constantly being tortured trying to decide whether he loved Sage or Sophia more, he found this indecision to be quite helpful now that it had revealed this deceit to him. “It’s over, whoever you are,” he taunted, “I have won.” He declared this with the utmost certainty, and the plane broke, and he fell.
Juno awoke back on the battleground, welcomed with a good slap in the face by Sophia. “What the heck is wrong with you?” the priestess scolded, pulling Juno to his feet. Juno shook his head, and then smiled, looking from Sophia to the battleground. Balrog was in a heated battle with one of the other warriors, and Juno knew that he had to do his part.
He had won the battle. Now, to win the war.
~
Eyes glazed over, face grown pale, the soothsayer fell from the world of what was to the world of what was soon to come. This place, conversely, seemed to be quite different than anything he had ever experienced at any point in time. Here, the tailed boy found that he wasn’t seeing any defined future, but rather, what was to come in an abstract form.
From the astral plane surrounding him an orchard rose, crawling over with vines, white-picket fences, and cobblestone pathways. The environment around the oracle appeared serene and picturesque, but somehow, the black-haired lad could feel the falsity in this masque. He stepped forward, and the path that lay before him seemed real enough—so he continued.
The orchard walls were high, and looked hard to climb, so almost instantly, the idea of escape from this fairy-tale realm was pushed out of his thought process. He would have to wait for what was about to be handed to him, what tidbit of the future this vision had to offer. However, a consistent fear held out—how much time did he have?
Without announcement, Kaden stepped forth from a nearby collection of vines. The courier eyed the fortuneteller with a purpose; but the seer couldn’t see what that purpose was until it was realized. The blonde-haired man charged forth, pulling a dagger from his pocket. The hybrid caught the delivery boy’s wrist just before he reached his target.
Yanking the weapon from the hand of his assailant, Juno felt an abrupt urge to clutch the dagger vehemently and thrust it into Kaden’s chest; his battle against the urge was succinct, and within seconds, he had made the fateful decision to stab the formerly-humble man. Kaden doubled over as the blade pierced his torso, blood seeping forth from the fresh wound.
Letting go of the switchblade hastily, Juno gazed down to his own palm, stained with Kaden’s blood. Strangely, he did not suffer any regret for ending the man’s piteous life as the courier slumped down to the soil, the crimson life liquor pouring out of his chest in larger loads. The supernatural quirked an eyebrow—it felt bizarrely pleasing to kill.
Kaden’s dead form lied crumpled on the cobblestone path, motionless. The dream seemed to fade in and out, but it was not over—Juno would not let it. The clairvoyant convinced himself that he had to figure out what was going on. He searched farther and farther, begging for something else to rise from the woodwork—when Sage came into view.
As beautiful as he’d remembered her, she came forth, her azure hair falling behind her shoulders, her eyes gazing up at him. He eventually came to the realization that she was looking at him with a gentle longing in her eye, and he felt another impulse; to hold her. He couldn’t control his muscles, couldn’t keep them from reaching out and pulling her close.
He felt attached to her, as if there was some type of commitment that he had to keeping her out of harm’s way; he knew that he had promised never to let anything hurt the coral-eyed girl, but this felt like a different kind of attachment. To be honest, it felt almost romantic—and Juno knew that there was no chance of that. Not with Sage.
This thought was quickly dashed away, however. The gentle woman raised her head to his, and before the supernatural could react, she had kissed him. Her lips traced his, and without hesitation, he kissed her back. A sort of euphoria fell over him, and his heart fluttered with joy and passion. This was everything he had ever wanted.
Everything he had ever wanted or dreamed of? It was a farfetched idea to think that all of this awaited him in the future. As he continued to kiss the woman of his dreams, he considered the fact that this all might be false, that this might be a lure and he was the fish, and that by continuing to give in to such a temptation, he was falling for it hook, line, and sinker.
After what seemed to be forever—but, for Juno, not quite long enough—the lips of the two lovers parted, and another figure came into view just behind Sage: the meek priestess, Sophia. The blonde saint stepped vivaciously towards the pair and took Juno and kissed him, as well. Juno’s eyes averted to see Sage’s reaction, but there was nothing.
She continued to smile in a seductive manner like he knew the blue-topped girl never would. When Sophia had released him from her embrace, they drifted away, both of them beckoning him to follow—a provocative and tempting appeal, to be sure, but the clairvoyant found himself finally knowing what this realm was about.
“You don’t know what I want,” he chuckled, stepping back and sitting on a marble bench that had recently risen from the surface. “You don’t know what I want because I don’t know what I want!” Laughing at the utter hilarity of the situation, Juno realized what was going on: this realm was meant to provide him with pure deception.
Whomever was invading his mind, planting these thoughts into his head, was giving him a ‘vision’ of what was to come, but was deceiving him by letting him see what he wanted to happen. Cunning trickery, to be sure, but their plan had hit a roadblock when it had come to the point of Juno’s current romantic interest.
He had never loved being indecisive so much. Though he was constantly being tortured trying to decide whether he loved Sage or Sophia more, he found this indecision to be quite helpful now that it had revealed this deceit to him. “It’s over, whoever you are,” he taunted, “I have won.” He declared this with the utmost certainty, and the plane broke, and he fell.
~
Juno awoke back on the battleground, welcomed with a good slap in the face by Sophia. “What the heck is wrong with you?” the priestess scolded, pulling Juno to his feet. Juno shook his head, and then smiled, looking from Sophia to the battleground. Balrog was in a heated battle with one of the other warriors, and Juno knew that he had to do his part.
He had won the battle. Now, to win the war.