~Corrosion Dawn~
Mercedes St. Augustine had wondered when she was younger why there were almost no mirrors in the colony.
She hadn't looked into a mirror until just a few weeks ago. There were so many mirrors in the Council Hall. Walking down the huge, echoing halls in her barfeet, last in line in a line of people following one two Low Council guards, she looked into the mirrors and was shocked. She had never seen her own face in one, only seen it in the reflection on the water or in a window. But this relfection was so crystal clear.
Mercedes now was sitting in the window of her apartment on the tenth floor, thinking about that day. The window was open and a light breeze blew it, ruffling the curtains and her hair as it did. That day had been so surreal.
They were going to see the High Council. Mercedes had never seen most of these people before, and had never spoken to them. Most of them she had only seen from afar, across the Training Grounds as they, like her, threw summoning stones into the air and screamed the seals. She wondered why she had been summoned, along with all these people. She had a small hint. Did it have something to do with the epidemic? She'd heard men on the streets as she walked past talking about it. Rumors about how Sector F, the medical district, was going to be quarantined.
Where would people get their medical treatment if it was quarantined?, thought Mercedes. All of the clinics and the hospital were in Sector F.
The Grand Hall, the meeting place of the High Council, was at the end of a large, gloomy looking corridor. The room itself was blocked off with huge, solid wood doors. No handles. Mercedes swallowed, uncharacteristically anxious. Had she done something wrong? No, that wasn't it, because all the others were their.
The guards that led them stopped at the door. A hush fell over the small crowd of maybe 20, replacing the quiet hum of anxious whispers. They waited for a moment and the wooden doors creaked open eerily. The guards motioned for the group to walk in , and two by two in a straight line, they marched in. Mercedes and a man of about 25 named Ferrin were last in line. Ferrin looked ahead stonily, but Mercedes looked over her shoulder as the doors closed behind them.
The group stopped and spread out in front of a row of big, dark wood podiums. The one in the middle was tallest. On either side were gradually smaller podiums. They were all up on a high pedestal. There was a large table, and just enough chairs for the 20 of them. They milled around for a moment, and slowly sat down in the chairs, one by one. Mercedes was on of the first to sit, but sat on the end furthest from the podiums.
No sooner had they all sat in silence did two doors on either side of the podium pedestal swing open without a sound. The five High Council members walked in, their robes swirling around them. Waves of shades of purple, red and gold. The two women members let their long hair swing freely and it seemed to flow with their more feminine robes. The rest of the members were men that were wearing similar, but more masculine robes. One of the woman members, the youngest of the two (she looked about 30) made eye contact with Mercedes briefly. She was beautiful, with long golden hair and deep blue eyes. Those eyes pierced Mercedes' mind for the two seconds they met, and Mercedes swallowed again.
The High Council sat. The man in the middle was huge and towered above all of the others. With stern eyes he observed the 20 men and women at the table and then said "Ladies and gentlemen... Morrowflail is in a state of emergency. For this reason, we have called you, the best and strongest we have outside of the Councils, here. All of you sitting at that table are hereby conisdered honorary members of the Low Council until the emergency is over."
The woman looked at Mercedes again. There was no smile, but the look in her eyes assured Mercedes that she would have if she could.
The man continued. "You all will be accompianing a caravan of citizens to the Tessa colony, as a vanguard. You leave the day after tomorrow, at dawn. Announcements of the evacuation will be given tonight. You have until then to choose items to bring with you, only as much as can be carried in a small bag. We will be taking the automobiles stored in the Sector E warehouses."
Mercedes had to work hard to take it all in.
Now, as she sat in her window, the night after that day. she thought. She rested her round chin on slender, slightly bony knees. She was wearing her white pajama bottoms, her favorite ones. Her things were packed and sat next to the door.
They left at dawn.
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leaving for the summer. Will try and pop in everyonce in a while. It will only get worse once school starts, so go ahead and wrap your head around me not being here. Please don't PM while I'm gone. I hope I can clean the slate with you all before I leave. Um... I guess that's it. Have a happy and safe summer and God loves you!
Verali Daine Kryer (commonly known as Daine) had often thought about how her Lord, the Dictator, had come into power. Had he inherited his position, from another Dictator? Had the Unknown appeared to him? Or had he taken it by force?
As a young werewolf, Daine had often been told the story told to all wolves. As the story goes, Citadel had been in a bloody state of warfare, ruled by an evil, nameless lord. The Unknown, creator of Citadel, had guided the Dictator in a quest to set Citadel to rights. The Dictator had killed many of the evil lord’s army, before finally plunging his sword into the ruler himself. He then claimed the ruling position, and brought peace to Citadel.
She had bought this story as a child, but now knew, at the age of seventeen, that the story was little more than a fairy tale. The facts didn’t fit. She supposed it was to instill respect into young wolves. It had worked for her. She was the most loyal werewolf that would ever be created by the Dictator’s team of scientists would ever create, she made sure of it. She always followed his orders to the very letter, almost blatantly refusing to do anything that he hadn’t specified or ordered her to do. She killed anyone that ignored his existence, or wouldn’t follow orders.
Now, walking through the dark hallways of the complex right next to the Dictator’s chambers, where the Enforcers, the elite, resided, Daine’s mind was set on following the new orders the Dictator had just given her. The clacking of her tall, high-heeled boots echoed against stone walls as her mind flashed to the meeting that had taken place just a few minutes before.
“I have arrived, Sir,” Daine murmured, dropping to her knees. Long ringlets of black hair fell over her shoulders, touching the stone floor. Slowly raising her eyes, she could barely make out the outline of the Dictator against the shadows of the room.
“The female soul among my Enforcers,” he replied, a small lilt in his baritone voice. “I am very pleased that you have been devoting yourself to destroying all of the Pures, as I commanded.” At this, she smiled. “However, I do not believe you have been properly serving me. You have been obsessing over finding and destroying the Pures, and are letting rumored rebellions grow and thrive.” Now, she frowned.
“But, Sir,” she objected, lifting her head. “I thought it was your intention to destroy the Pure, and let neurocorrosis roam free, to cleanse Citadel of impurities. Please, let me-“
He held up a hand to silence her. “It is my intention to destroy the Pure Ones. But it is of no use to me if you are wandering around, waiting for more Pure to be discovered, or using all your time and energy trying to find them. I will be sending you to an area in the coastal region, outside the Port of Hearts. You are to put down a particularly nasty revolt, word of which has just reached my ear. And,” his eyes glinted, “there is a Pure there. Now, leave.”
The meeting had been like any other one, minimal conversation, but to her, something seemed…different. But enough of that. She had her mission. Nothing would get in her way of completing her mission, and fulfilling the Dictator’s wishes. Her cold brown eyes looked ahead, and she walked outside, into the blinding sunlight.
She was in a field, behind the Dictator’s palace, a place that only wolves could enter. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. It would be much faster to go as a wolf, instead of a human. Long hair sprouted from her skin as she crouched, low. Her face elongated, forming a snout, and her ears became pointed. A tail grew, and claws extended. When the process was complete, she bared her teeth. Nothing will prevent me from doing as I was ordered she chanted in her head.
She began running, so fast she was a blur.
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You're the best kept secret in my generation, The best kept secret in a long time, You're the best kept secret in my generation, And I found you out, You're the hope over the centuries, You're the cosmic force that rules the galaxies, You're the evidence that demands our belief, And I can't live for myself, I can't keep this all to myself...
moon and 4 others were sent to Morrowflail as guides to Tessa, when they reached Morrowflail they could see a rather large number of citizens gathered with their caravans, the 4 others that were accompanying moon were soldiers of Tessa, they carried guns on their belts and swords sheath onto their backs or waists, moon however looked normal and is the shortest among the 5 of them, with a black robe with hood that covers her entire head, and conceals her face.
one of the guide moved closer to moon he lowered himself a bit, "I've heard that the High Council have mixed some their Low Council members into them... that is why we are summoned to protect them as we go into the forest of Tessa" moon nodded her head as she is well informed before they left Tessa. Just then a man which is believed to be the leader of the caravan of citizens bowed slightly in front of them speaking up "we are almost ready, please give us 5 more minutes" in a soft voice moon replied "let us get ready too, we'll start to move out in 5 minutes" with that moon the 4 others disappeared into the darkness, 3 minutes later they came back riding on 4 what it seems to motorcycles, moon was however riding with one of the 4, as she hugged him from behind, they waited for the citizens to finish their last of preparations… and checking
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Through Darkness, I shall follow you guided by your dim red light, Through Hell, you shall take me, into safety or into danger, the love we share will be eternal... do not betray me cause my heart is as fragile as the glass ball that you hold in your hands.
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