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Echo
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Date Posted: 12/10/04 1:11am
::A slight breeze rushes past you you take notice to it as it is warm where the ground is covered in what seems to be a sheet of very fine diamonds. With the breeze the sound of wind chimes can be heard as you walk through the woods. Slowly as you walk further there is a break in the trees and the moonlight seems to light up the open space. At this point you notice the windchimes on the tree branches with pieces of paper hanging from it. Then you notice Echo leaning against a tree and he looks at you as you enter the clearing::
Greetings. ::He smiles at you warmly but seriously:: I have been waiting for you, I'm sure you noticed the strange papers on the trees and chimes. Those are talismans, they are designed for special spells. I have placed a spell of light passing, basically anything with a good intentioned aura is able to pass by them, anything with an evil intentioned aura is blocked by an invisible wall. This was done to allow you to come here.
::He walks into the light of the moon and you now have a good look at him. He is wearing a tattered and torn cloth trench coat which is black, he is wearing what appears to be extra armor, however light it is, over his ninja outfit. he is wearing his large brimmed hat again, and his swords stick out from his side, the large one still on his side while the smaller one seems to be now tucked behind him at a horizontal position instead of right with the longer one.::
With reacent occurances I have decided for my good as well as for the good of everyone else, I am going to stay here for the moment. There is a forboding presence approaching and I fear that if I don't do something about it soon, we will end up with the same scenario that we ended up with when the Werewolves attacked.
::The wind picks up and the wind is now cold, causing you to shiver to your bones even though you are throughly covered in winter gear. The clouds in the sky seemed to turn black, not just dark, but BLACK as they began to surround the talismaned areas, in the clouds there is a visible circle and path.::
I suggest you leave now, evil approaches and it is going to get quite dangerous.
::It is clear now that the dark clouds is the aura of a dark presence as the wind quickly picks up, tossing talismans everywhere. You take off into the woods in a hurry as the winds all seem to blow in Echo's direction. You make it safely to the tavern.::
::Meanwhile back in the clearing, Echo stands defiant of the presence that is haunting him currently::
*dark voice* He he he, protecting the innocent and doing the right thing huh Echo?
*Echo* Yeah, well, it's what I have come to understand will be the way I am to live.
*dark voice* You're a vampire, a child of the night, MY child of the night. You were an assassin. Did you forget, you killed for fun and money.
*Echo* I haven't forgotten. I have just chosen to clean my conscience.
*dark voice* Yeah, I'm sure that's easy to do. Considering you never see the rest of the family of someone that you have killed. The kids that will never be read to by their father when they are tucked into bed. The wife that will never see the one person that she gave up her entire life for, again. Did you even think about these things.
*Echoe* ::Looks straight into the dark woods where the voice is now coming from, while a dark figure walks forward:: Of course I didn't forget, I think about those all the time. I hate having that on my conscience, but that's the past and this is the present.
::The dark figure enters the clearing and it is clear that it's La Crosse, but something is different about him. He seems somehow more familiar than usual. He has blonde hair with black streaks, he is about two inches taller than Echo, and his body frame is about the same.::
*La Crosse* That's the thinking of a true killer, never dwell on the past. That sounds like the thinking of the Echo that I have tracked down for the past four hundred years. Let me ask you something, you haven't forgotten your roots, have you?
*Echo* I only remember what's important. That's all I need.
*La Crosse* So tell me something, what do you remember of your mother.
*Echo* I only remember her loving smile and the way she treated I and my sister, Rayne.
*La Crosse* Not her, she's not your real mother, I mean your blood mother.
*Echo* She is my blood mother. ::Gets a more aggressive tone:: What would you know of my past anyway?
*La Crosse* ::A slight evil chuckle:: If she's your blood mother, how did the monks know to leave you in Zardonae if your "blood mother" was in Tealsyleene?
*Echo* Because I had family in Zardonae....
::Echo trails off, remembering something that he had tried to bury for so long.::
*La Crosse* ::Gets an evil look on his face:: Yes, remember, remember your mother? Your real mother? She was a vampire, much like you. Much like I. She gave birth to two children. One that she cast out immediately and was later discovered by a family in Tealsyleene. The other, well, ::He laughs slightly:: the other was raised in the way that a TRUE vampire would be raised. He now stands before you at the utmost pinnicle of his power. ::He cocks a half grin and lowers his eyes slightly::
::Echo just stands there at the rememberance of being told about being found outside of Zardonae and taken in into Desta's family. He doesn't remember his mother or father at all, but he does remember enjoying the cold for so long because it was what he was used too. Hating the family that took him into their home after he broke in and tried to feed off of their cat. He remembers deciding to stay because he fell in love with the mother. He hated the father and that's when he decided to become an assassin, he didn't want to see his mother cry, but he didn't want the father around. Echo can feel the anger rising in him. He can feel himself getting angry again at the "father" figure. Watching him hit the mother around, beating her, while Echo took care of young Desta. He remembers one dark night, a night that has been hiden for so long. He remembers setting a trap in the woods, diggin the hole in the ground, placing sharp rocks in the hole and tieing a thin piece of thread not far from the hole. He remembers covering it well, and then returning home. When the "father" got angry at him like he intended, he went into the woods, being chased close by. He remembers jumping into the branches and watching from above as the father stumbled around, and he tripped, a slight shocked "Whoa" can be heard then a small scream, a splat, a few crunches, and then Echo laughing, evily. A dark laughter that felt natural, then the memory stopped and Echo was still laughing. He then caught himself and stopped.::
*Echo* That's great. So tell me, if I wasn't the only one born, then who was the other?
*La Crosse* ::Gets a little irritated at this stupid question:: You don't get it, all these years and you've never seen it. That life with that family has ruined more than just your true nature. I'm your brother you half-wit.
*Echo* LIES! There's no way I would ever have the same blood in my veins that you do in yours.
*La Crosse* Idiot, how do you think you've developed such natural instinct to kill? Such a strong will and dark will to feed? You're a full blooded vampire. You are me, I am you. We are family, regardless as to how many times you have removed my physical body from this world, I still live. I....
::While La Crosse is speaking and without hesitation Echo draws his larger blade from his side and swipes at La Crosse, cutting a small piece of his hair off before he vanishes into a dark mist.::
*La Crosse* ::From the area again:: Echo, brother, heed my words, a darkness is coming, a greater darkness than what you yourself can not stop. When you come to your senses I will be waiting. I will be there when you understand, I need you, you need me.
::With this the clouds dissipate and the evil air is lifted. Echo then walks over to where the piece of La Crosse's hair lies on the ground. He picks it up and brings it to his face::
I wonder if Alex can do anything, make a genetic comparison or something with this hair, I just hope to the gods that we aren't what he claims we are.
::He resheaths his blade and begins to walk toward the tavern::
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