| Subject: Something wicked this way comes? |
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Becca
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Date Posted: 02:38:32 06/21/01 Thu
With the new knowledge of power within, Becca's heart was heavy.She had always known, sensed, there was something different about her, but she had always closed her eyes to it, her mind and her heart. Ignore it and maybe it will go away.But this is never the case, as most have found out. She stole away to the forest again, late in the day, and she laid out upon that bed of moss, she had discovered when she first came to the Chateau. Where the tree top canopy above her head, opened to show the sky. She laid there, brooding, her mood dark. Even the animals that had grown accustomed and even welcomed her to their home, avoided her, sensing the darkness of her mood.As the late day sun beat down on her and warmed her body, her eyes grew heavy. She often napped here, when the family was busy. She had every intention of returning that evening to be at her family's side. But this was not the case. As day turned to dusk, and dusk to night fall,and the stars crept out to lounge about in the blackened sky, they too seemed to hide from Becca. The sky clouded over and they hid from sight. She was in a fitfull sleep now, her body twitched and jerked upon her moss bed, whimpers and moans ensued, as she was thrown into a nightmare of ghastly visions and tormented emotions.~She was standing in a black swirling pool of energy, her breath has seemed to cease. Aubrurn locks unfurled, and grew in length, whipping about her face and nude form violently. She was searching again.But more urgent was her intent to find what she sought. A light shone from her eyes as if a pure energy came from within, lighting her way. Then all at once everything fell silent, dead. In pitch black she stood, no more light came from her eyes, and she was suddenly aware of her heartbeat, as if the sound of it filled the area, and how quickly it was beating.Laughter filled her ears, but not all at once, it crept up on her. A laugh of malice. It frightened her at first, this timid girl. But as it rang out louder, she found anger had replaced her fear. An anger the likes she had ever known, an anger born of evil. "Show yourself!" Her voice snarled. The laughter seemed to lessen. "Do not vex me!" She threatened this unseen assailant. Surely this was not the Becca everyone had come to know? Her voice demanding and even cruel. The laughter stopped. Once more silence hung in the air. "Tana." A female voice seemed to sooth her momentarily. Her eyes narrowed and she hissed. "Who are you?" The laughter was her only reply. "Show yourself now!" She snapped.The laughter softened. "Tana" it purred. "A slave? Oh the shame of it all.You could have done so much more with your mortality. But a slave girl?" The voice said followed by a sickening "Tsk..tsk tsk." Which instantly enraged Becca."Damn you!" She snarled, which only brought down a shower of more laughter.Though no form could be seen, Becca sensed the presence attached to the voice. An air of familiarity was felt, but she dimissed it at once. "Show yourself wench!" She spoke through gritted teeth."Oh wench am I now? This slave girl has found a backbone, eh?" The laughter came again. She was infuriated, head whipping about, narrow slitted eyes, casting about in all directions, to try and find the one who spoke."Tana look at what you are."The voice said with some amount of pity. "My name is Rebecca! I know not this Tana." She snapped. And as quickly as that dream had formed in her mind, it quickly vanished. As she woke, she found herself in of all places standing behind the Roost, on her feet, and panting heavily, confused and dazed as to how she could have gotten there. Only time will tell if something wicked were to come.
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