Post by Aurora Light on Feb 29, 2008 15:47:23 GMT -5
Christopher had been right to wonder how she would react to hearing her first name because she was less than thrilled. Sure, Aurora loved to hear her first name said, her teenage charge preferring to call her Ms Light and her landlord never really addressing her. Coming from his lips, though, her first name seemed foreign and unwelcoming. Part of her had almost wished he had called her Ms Light.
Aurora looked up at the sky again. The sun was beginning to set. She shivered, feeling her time coming to a close. This had happened to her the last time she came into town. She had been in the middle of town, just about to buy a bouquet of white roses when she faded away. The next thing she knew, Aurora found herself on the train leading back up to the fortress. Apparently Kroenen had been prepared for her leaving the fortress, or had specifically cast the spell before he left.
"The train leaves at sunset," she whispered to her son, extending her hand to gently stroke his cheek. A tender smile crossed her lips as she leaned foreward to kiss his forehead.
The Seer started to shimmer away. At first it was barely noticeable but became more pronounced as the setting sun seemed to glow around her. She kept smiling gently. Then she was gone.
Off in the distance, a train whistle shook sound waves through the air.
"Love is no consolation, it is light." Simone Weil
Post by Christopher Black on Mar 2, 2008 16:47:51 GMT -5
Christopher was shocked to say the least at his mother’s kiss on his forehead, but what was even more surprising were her words before the kiss.
"The train leaves at sunset."
Slowly, and to his dismay, she began to fade away until she completely disappeared. Surely she didn’t disapparate, as the disappearance was slow and more importantly silent. A train’s whistle shattered the still of the forest, and he heard its call coming from the other side of the mountain he had saw upon entering the settlement. He was certain it led to the top of the mountain.
He was alone. Sitting at the base of a large tree, face stained with the mix of dirt and tears. He looked at the sky and saw that there wasn’t much time until sunset, the sun already steadily bearing down onto the horizon. With a forceful push, Christopher staggered to his feet and turned his sights on the great mountain. The forest was at the bottom of the looming mountain, resting itself in its shadow. He had no time to lose.
Christopher was running faster than he ever had before. Fueled by the desire to know the truth, Christopher’s legs churned rapidly as he weaved his way between, over, and under obstacles. At one point during his rapid race to climb the mountain, his tattered grey cloak flew off his body, revealing his worn leather body armor. After sprinting his way through the treacherous forest, he stopped at the bottom of a new and more dangerous obstacle, a cliff face. Panting heavily, his eyes searched his surroundings for any sign of a way around this rock wall. It was at least a fifty foot climb, made more dangerous by the lack of equipment he had to scale this wall. One foul slip and he would plummet to the unforgiving ground.
Time was slipping through his hands as he heard the whistle of the train, this time much closer to him. Without a second thought, he launched himself onto the wall and began to climb. He struggled to pull himself up and to find foot holes in the cliff face. His body was still weak from hunger, but something was driving him to push on. Slowly but surely, he was making progress up the cliff. Sweat ran into his eyes, stinging and temporarily blinding him as he clenched his teeth and pulled hard to push himself higher and higher. He looked down only for a moment and saw he was about thirty feet off the ground, but to his horror, the rock that he had firmly in his grip crumbled and he lost his balance.
The fall isn’t what scared him. It was the landing.
With a sickening THUD, he collapsed back first onto the firm soil, the back of his head smacking off the hard forest floor. The sky began to spin and all the colors swirled together as he slowly lost consciences…
Christopher found himself standing in a dark, circular room that was void of color. It was as if he somehow plunged into a black and white movie. The only light in the room was given off by the white torches that blazed around the room.
There was a man kneeling in the middle of this circle. The man was saying something, yet it wasn’t distinguishable. He was…crying. The man’s feeble sobs sounded dampened, as if he were hearing them underwater. The man held his face in his hands, wand at his side. Christopher slowly moved his way towards the man, very cautiously as to not scare him.
“Sir…What is the matter? Why do you cry?”
The man slowly withdrew his face from his hands and his eyes met Christopher’s. They were green. In this world of black, white, and grey, the man’s eyes were dark green with a scar that cascaded down his right eye. It was his father, Cody Black.
At least, he thought it was. The man’s face was gaunt and his eyes had dark circles underneath. The man hadn’t shaven and had grown a thick five O’ clock shadow on his face. If this was his father, than it was quite the contrast of what he saw in his mother’s crystal ball.
“D-Dad?” Chris stammered as he moved closer to his father. “Are you okay?”
Cody reached his right hand out to his side and grasped his wand. With a small sigh, he looked at Christopher.
”I’m sorry.” He mouthed silently. He pressed the end of his wand to his temple and muttered something. A bright green flash erupted out of the wand and straight into his father’s skull. Cody Black collapsed in a heap onto the floor, his eyes fading to a dull grey. The world began to spin again. Faster and faster...
“No! Dad! NO!” Christopher cried out as he awakened back on the floor of the forest. His head was throbbing and he felt the back of his head and hair was sticky and matted with dried blood. How hard did he fall? How long was he unconscious?
The sound of the train’s whistle pierced his ears and made the pain in his head even greater. It was very close now. He must make haste if he wanted to make it on the train. He pulled himself to his feet and made his way gingerly toward to wall. If he fell one more time, he would surely miss the train…or worse.
Even weaker from the loss of blood, he miraculously was pulling his way up the cliff face. He winced as each foot he gained on the mountain added to the pain he felt. Something was driving him to go on. He passed where he had lost his grip before and took great care and finding a more stable rock to grab hold of.
With one final push, he made it to the top of the rock face and pulled himself back onto solid ground, rolling onto his back in exhaustion. Greedily taking in as much breath as he could, he noticed the train tracks were not more than ten feet away from him. He had made it! To his greater enjoyment, he watched as the train slowly worked its way towards him. A bit light-headed, he managed to stand up. He knew that all passenger trains had emergency exits in the very last train segment, behind the train. If he could reach out and grasp the railing and pull himself onto the car, he could reach the emergency exit door and get inside.
He watched as the train slowly churned its way up the track and past him, taking note to where the last segment was at all times. As the last segment moved past him, he reached his hand out and grabbed hold tightly on the railing. His body was jerked off its feet by the force of the train’s momentum. Christopher struggled to get back to his feet and pulled himself into a steady run behind the metal monster. With his free hand, he twisted the doorknob on the emergency exit door and pulled the door open.
He jumped into the train and fell as his knees buckled. He made it. It was the most grueling journey he had in a long time, but he made it.
"Let me tell you 'bout my life... Let me tell you 'bout my dreams.... Let me tell you 'bout the things that happen, all is real to me...."
Post by Aurora Light on Mar 3, 2008 22:03:10 GMT -5
From the moment Aurora had been pulled back to the train, she had not stopped pacing. She only had access to one of the cars because every other car was a mirror of hers, including the witch pacing within. Her first attempt to go into town had failed because of the scare it caused her to peer out the back door of her car and see her image peering out the back door of her car. When she gasped in shock of the sight, the reflection gasped in shock of the sight.
Now, however, the woman was not contemplating the copies of her pacing; she was more worried about her son making it onto the train. After dark the train was the only way into the fortress gates without battling Kroenen, and he was away. She sighed loudly in exasperation. The echoes reverberating through all of the cars were unnerving but she had other things to keep her nerves. Her eyes were solid white, mind focused on the young man currently racing, then falling, to get to the train.
“Christopher…” she whispered to herself, eyes falling back to their normal bright blue now that he was unconscious.
She continued to pace in the car before building up the courage to determine she had to get out of the train. Her son needed her, and she had to prove her worth as a mother. Aurora now stormed through her moving prison searching for the loophole to Kroenen’s enchantment. When no break in the charm could be found to let her off the train, the doors locked and windows sealed, she sank into one of the large chairs.
For the first time she took a look at her surroundings. Her eyes began at the floor and worked their way up. The carpet was a short hunter green typical of office buildings and other public places that would have carpeting. A rich yellow wallpaper embossed with a Victorian era design lined the upper half of the wall, a dark strip of chair railing separating the upper half and its dark wood paneled counter-part. Lighting in the car was provided by several frosted-glass sconces placed evenly around the walls with two on either side of the two doors in the car. The ceiling was set off by dark crown molding and had matching paneling as the lower half of the walls. A few large green leather chairs furnished the small room, providing an atypical seating arrangement. The finale of the room was a desk situated underneath one set of the plain glass windows. It was a cherry looking wood that looked much brighter set against the backdrop of the dark wood behind it.
Overall, the setting was quaint and cozy, for a train car that locked its passenger inside. She chuckled, musing the almost hilarity of the situation. If she would admit to herself how well she had come to known the dark wizard’s sense of humor, she might even laugh out loud. A train car pulled her from wherever she was, if not in the fortress, at sunset and kept her trapped within its walls until it reached the top of the mountain. What could be more hilarious?
The fact that she was a witch and forgetting it.
Aurora stared blankly out the window for a moment. It was quite obvious what she could do. She couldn’t leave the train, but she could certainly leave the car for another car on the train. So, the witch pulled out the wand from her sleeve and lazily aimed it at the back door. Her lips fell into a smirk imagining the copies of her the other cars were doing the same thing. Her wrist waved gracefully and flicked a bright blue light toward the door, which quickly ricocheted off the lock and bounded for the wall, where it was absorbed.
“Drat…”
Not giving up, the Seer used a little more concentration to think of a solution. With the motion of a dancer, she lifted her arm above her hand as if about to answer a question in class. Her wrist bent downward, aiming her wand squarely at her cranium. This flash of light was a brighter blue than before, and it also worked. When she looked up at where the back door had been, there was a still a back door. However, she could no longer see another train car glinting through the window. No, now there was just open sky coming through the glass. It was wonderful. She had to make sure, though, and sprang from her chair to look through the front door of her car. Sure enough, there was her copy, staring forward through the front door of the next train car.
“What the…?”
The mother hurried to the back of her copied train car. Someone or something had just landed there. Quickly, she opened the door without the intention of leaving the train, another trick that would have worked before, and gasped when she saw the sight at her feet. She knelt down beside him, making sure he was soundly on the train.
“Christopher…” her voice was resounding with worry. He was filthy, and she saw blood on the back of his head. “Come on, sit down…Do you want something to drink?” Her maternal instincts were going into overdrive. Within moments she had conjured water and bandages and a little bottle of aspirin all on a floating tray near the arm of the chair she had lead him too.
"Love is no consolation, it is light." Simone Weil
Post by Christopher Black on Mar 4, 2008 18:19:47 GMT -5
Christopher leaned against his mother as she led him to his chair. He collapsed into the soft green leather and tried feverishly to regain his breath. He felt weak and faint from the loss of blood. He snatched the glass of water off the floating tray and greedily gulped down the contents of the glass. To his surprise, as soon as he set it down on the tray it refilled itself.
He reached his hand back to feel out the wound on the back of his head. He winced as he felt the deep gash, but was happy to learn that the bleeding had slowed to a stop. He was too tired to dress the wound. He was just happy he made it on the train and that his quest hadn’t ended prematurely.
Christopher remembered the nightmare he had when he fell. It was true that Christopher had frequent nightmares, but this one felt more real. It felt as if he was there. He finally brought himself to look upon the face of his mother. He knew he had to ask her about his father. After all, she promised to tell him more.
“Aurora…” He said as he sat up straighter and grimaced at the surge of pain he felt. “What happened to my father? How did he die?” He asked her, already knowing the truth.
For a moment after he asked, there was an uncomfortable silence. The train’s sharp whistle broke the stillness in the air and made his head ache ever more. He simply stared at her as he waited for her answer.
"Let me tell you 'bout my life... Let me tell you 'bout my dreams.... Let me tell you 'bout the things that happen, all is real to me...."
Post by Aurora Light on Mar 6, 2008 20:04:33 GMT -5
The mother picked up a piece of the guaze and began dabbing the back of her son's head gently to wipe away some of the dried blood. After the majority of the dirt and dried blood was gone, she took another guaze that had been coated lightly with alcohol to clean the young man's wound. She wasn't taking his motions to pull away as a response. Christopher was her son, and she was going to take care of him.
"I am not sure of all the details," she lied softly but in such a way that he may not be able to tell. Telling the truth would mean going through every detail of the scene as she had watched it through her crystal ball. "Your father killed himself several years ago." Her words were blunt and to the point. There was no need for her to beat around the bush anymore. This young man before her had come all the way to the train to find out about his father and didn't seem to care about how this was all affecting his mother.
Aurora stepped away from the boy and moved across the car to another green leather chair. His wound had been cleaned and dressed, so there was no longer a need to be near him since apparently he didn't want her to be. She sat in the seat like a young princess might, knees together and creating a diagonal with her touching ankles; her hands folded in her lap. The still young woman had averted her eyes to watch out the window exactly across from her.
"Love is no consolation, it is light." Simone Weil
Post by Christopher Black on Mar 6, 2008 20:38:54 GMT -5
Christopher was not used to this type of treatment. Spending most of his later years in the bitter wilderness had taught him one thing; no one will help you. You have to be strong for your own sake-- For your survival. As he sat in the chair, watching the forest disappear outside his window, he felt a very strange feeling. He felt empty. He had always defined himself as “the boy looking for his lost father” and now that he learned the truth, the search was over.
Needless to say, he felt bad. He hadn’t exactly been kind to his newfound mother; in fact, he didn’t even give her the pleasure of calling her “mother.” Guilt consuming him, Christopher decided it would be best to apologize. She had helped him find the truth, regardless if it had yielded some unsatisfactory results. He looked up at his mother and saw that she was less than impressed with their reunion.
“Look, I appreciate all the help you have given me…” He spoke softly; a tone of tenderness in his voice that he was sure wasn’t from his father’s side. “I am glad that I finally got to meet you again, Moth-“
He was interrupted by a searing pain on his chest. He let out a short cry and clutched at the burning area. He felt a small lump under his worn leather armor. He reached into his armor and found clinging to his undershirt, a badge.
The Badge of the Shadows.
He had almost forgotten about those days. Shortly after graduating, he joined a group of infamous wizards and witches to form the Society of Shadows. They were led by one of the most powerful wizards he had ever met, Count Scorpius. Yet, Christopher had heard he died…
He plucked the badge off his undershirt and examined it. He knew what that pain was. It was the Count’s way to summon the shadows upon his return. He couldn’t help but grin slightly. He had just lost one cause, only to have another battle to fight. At least he knew he still had purpose in this world…
“I am afraid I must leave.” He said bluntly as he struggled to his feet. Christopher was still very weak, but he knew he needed to answer this call. He had to, or else he would face the wraith of a VERY angry Scorpion…
"Let me tell you 'bout my life... Let me tell you 'bout my dreams.... Let me tell you 'bout the things that happen, all is real to me...."
Post by Aurora Light on Mar 6, 2008 20:59:36 GMT -5
Aurora nodded gently, having seen the moment when all of the badges had been activated. She glanced up at her now standing son. There were tears in her eyes. This would not be a permanent goodbye for the newly formed family, but it would be a while before they had the chance to ineract as mother and son again. She rose to her feet then to her tip toes gracefully so that she might kiss his forehead one last time.
"Please tell Scorpius hello from me and that everything is well here..." her words were softer than before. She was trying her best not to cry, again. After so long the chance for a family was being dangled in her face. It would only be after the coming clouds that she would have her dreams. "He, and now you, know where to find me should you need anything."
The train was pulling into the station at the top of the mountain. Darknesses had definitely fallen around this half of the world, the time seeming to have progressed faster than normal. Then again, time was always witnessed flying during an important reunion. A wolf howled somewhere out in the distance, star seeming to instantly twinkle in the sky. The moon had never looked as bright. Apparently the ancient body knew what was to come on its planet below.
"Christopher, you're my son, and I will always love you."
Her hand had slipped down into his, squeezing it reassuringly. Even though he seemed unnatural around her right now, she knew that he still cared about her. No, they were not going to automatically have the perfect relationship. It was going to take time for them to bond, but they had to start somewhere. She squeezed his hand again.
"The corridors are open now," she whispered almost silently. Aurora knew all too well the inner workings of the Society of Shadows because she had once debated joining the group. Now she remained an equal supporter, helping whichever side she felt had just cause. Right now, her loyalties lie with the young apprentice Orion and her own son, therefore putting her in the fight with the SS.
The train came to a halt, and like before, the Seer faded away.
"Love is no consolation, it is light." Simone Weil
Post by Christopher Black on Mar 6, 2008 22:13:04 GMT -5
Christopher watched as his mother faded away once again. When she was gone, he simply stared where her body used to be. She was a kind-hearted person, of this he was sure.
He began scanning the room with his eyes, looking at every corner he could. If what she said was true, the Shadow Corridors were now open and he could use them to get to the Count’s location.
Finally, he spotted it. It was a black mass roughly the size of a door in one of the far corners of the room. Wasting no more time he ran directly into the mass, feeling the very earth move under his feet as he traveled over great distances in merely a few seconds…
((OOC: Now I take THIS Role Play to a different thread, The Shadows, the Sword, and the Return)
"Let me tell you 'bout my life... Let me tell you 'bout my dreams.... Let me tell you 'bout the things that happen, all is real to me...."
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