"African or European Swallow?" The green eyes man flickered, became two men in one space. The last Emperor and Adam. The dream was overlapping.
"I don't know." The old man answered. The non-human albino stepped forward and drew his sword, cutting the old man down in the same motion, claiming his soul. The huge black sword seemed to flicker with black flames. The runes on the blade glowed red.
The armored man turned to look at both Oona and Adam. The horror of the concentration camp around them was gone, turned to the blackness.
"You're Elric." Oona met the ruby eyes with her pink ones. "My father. Mother told me about you." She seemed to suddenly realize she remembered. Remembered his mother, who and what she was.
Her appearance had returned to normal. No rabbit ears, no pocket watch.
"I'm what remains of him." The sword flickered and disappeared. "In a dream, or memory, or a spell cast before my fate claimed me." A great wound seemed to appear in his chest, open right through his heart, and out the back. "Stormbringer always claims what it demands." The wound faded.
Oona licked her lips and looked nervously at Adam.
So did the man who brought down his own people out of vengeance.
"You cannot ever take back the past, the wrongs done. It's worthless to try. You can only do your best and be true to yourself, whoever you may be." If Elric spoke of himself or to Adam was unclear.
His eyes returned to Oona. "You should have been a princess, wrapped in the finest silks, learning magic from the most gifted arcane scholars. I never knew you had been conceived. Your mother wished it that way. She taught you her own magic. How she came by the Ring of Kings I know not. She must have taken it from my body. The sign of royalty is yours. You are capable of much if you were not weakened by this state we share. You can draw strength from other sources."
He turned his eyes back to Adam. "I see so much of me in you. We are much the same, you and I. My child can protect you from vengeance of old. She has the power when she can find it. You must keep her from the sword. It seeks her. It wants all that was mine. It's temptation is hard to resist. Only one with their own darkness can face it though resisting the power will be hard. If it cannot make her wield it, it will tempt another to do so, and take her soul. I do not know if you have the strength, but you do have the dark."
Old eyes, full of pain and regret returned to Oona. "You must be willing to help him. You can keep vengeance at bay, and hide that which identifies him to his own. But the choice is to each of you. Fate is double edged. And there are few accidents where our blood is concerned."
Elric stepped back then tossed something to Adam. It was a platinum charm on a necklace of the same metal. It was a set of scales in balance. Libra?
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[NPC] Dream or more?
Date: 2007-05-31 12:45 am (UTC)"I don't know." The old man answered. The non-human albino stepped forward and drew his sword, cutting the old man down in the same motion, claiming his soul. The huge black sword seemed to flicker with black flames. The runes on the blade glowed red.
The armored man turned to look at both Oona and Adam. The horror of the concentration camp around them was gone, turned to the blackness.
"You're Elric." Oona met the ruby eyes with her pink ones. "My father. Mother told me about you." She seemed to suddenly realize she remembered. Remembered his mother, who and what she was.
Her appearance had returned to normal. No rabbit ears, no pocket watch.
"I'm what remains of him." The sword flickered and disappeared. "In a dream, or memory, or a spell cast before my fate claimed me." A great wound seemed to appear in his chest, open right through his heart, and out the back. "Stormbringer always claims what it demands." The wound faded.
Oona licked her lips and looked nervously at Adam.
So did the man who brought down his own people out of vengeance.
"You cannot ever take back the past, the wrongs done. It's worthless to try. You can only do your best and be true to yourself, whoever you may be." If Elric spoke of himself or to Adam was unclear.
His eyes returned to Oona. "You should have been a princess, wrapped in the finest silks, learning magic from the most gifted arcane scholars. I never knew you had been conceived. Your mother wished it that way. She taught you her own magic. How she came by the Ring of Kings I know not. She must have taken it from my body. The sign of royalty is yours. You are capable of much if you were not weakened by this state we share. You can draw strength from other sources."
He turned his eyes back to Adam. "I see so much of me in you. We are much the same, you and I. My child can protect you from vengeance of old. She has the power when she can find it. You must keep her from the sword. It seeks her. It wants all that was mine. It's temptation is hard to resist. Only one with their own darkness can face it though resisting the power will be hard. If it cannot make her wield it, it will tempt another to do so, and take her soul. I do not know if you have the strength, but you do have the dark."
Old eyes, full of pain and regret returned to Oona. "You must be willing to help him. You can keep vengeance at bay, and hide that which identifies him to his own. But the choice is to each of you. Fate is double edged. And there are few accidents where our blood is concerned."
Elric stepped back then tossed something to Adam. It was a platinum charm on a necklace of the same metal. It was a set of scales in balance. Libra?
"Now, both of you... Wake up."