Post by Roan on Jun 19, 2006 19:23:34 GMT -5
OOC (and EDIT): Save First Post for Talon please ^_^ Sorry if this messes anyone up
Flash. You try to mess with my eyes, I mess with your eyes. Please, in your screams, tell me what Hell looks like through your eyes as this world melts away. Flash. 'What makes you think that you can stand up to me, girl? What makes you think that you can stand against the likes of Fenris Fenrir!' Flash. "You think I am going to kill you; you are wrong. You get to suffer until you learn the meaing of "children shoudn't play with fire!". In this scenario; you are the child and I am the fire; you wanted to play with me little Miss Valient? LET'S PLAY!' Flash. WELL THAT WILL NOT BE YOUR PLEASURE OF DOING THIS TO ME; OF ALL PEOPLE THAT WALK THIS EARTH; I WILL NOT LET A ONE-TIME COWARD BY THE DEATH OF ME!’ Flash. "Darling, you're in over your head" Flash. You not only burn the Woods when those trees caught flame; you burn my soul, you burn Mother Nature and you burn yourself! You send those plants of the wood to meet their maker girl; perhaps I should grant you the pleasure of meeting your's." Flash. "You had best be careful in who you choose to anger, Little Miss, Because there are some that are no mere mortals that you happen to anger” Flash.
Everything was hitting Roan hard, extremely hard, as the girl slept in her dorm in Hufflepuff Common Room. The covers were in tangles around her as she tossed and she turned, sweat coming to her forehead as she was bombarded by image after image, voice after voice in her nightmares. Song and Aiden awoke from under the bed where they were asleep and jumped up, staring at Roan as she fitfully slept. The girl had been missing a huge part of her memories for some time now, and they would come back in brief flashes, not like this. Not in a constant stream. And they were all terrifying, battles and injuries and screams, all echoing in her ears. Tears were spilling from behind closed eyes and leaking down her cheeks in her sleep, but still the voices came. Harsh, cruel, unforgiving. Lycans and wizards, demonesses, soulless men. All doing their part, all doing their damage. It was coming back.
Flash. "Dear Roan, don't waste your energy on such a pathetic excuse for magic. Now that you are a guest under my roof, the laws of hospitality prevail. You shall not be harmed while you are in my quarters." It was lies, all lies. Flash. "Who are you to make demands, little Prefect? I have killed men and women much greater than you for lesser offenses. And really, are you even in a position to make demands? " Flash. "You are a fool if you think you can hurt me, but any more defiance and I shall simply have to kill you." Flash. "It will be pain” Flash. “"Crucio”
That was the worst of all, and even in her sleep with her memories, Roan screamed in rememberance of the pain that was shooting through her body. She had screamed then too, and her attacker had taken joy in it. Syrus Korodin, of the Society. Aiden and Song stared at each other for a moment, watching the girl toss again, screaming still, deciding what to do. It was Aiden who took action, reaching forward and sinking his jaws into the girl’s upper arm, making her eyes snap open as she sat up. Roan was breathing heavily sweat dripping into her eyes, staring around. Her memories, the ones that Tiberius had taken from her, kept from her, they were back. They were back and they were harsh. She looked down at the dragons who were looking at her apologetically and waved them away and they climbed underneath the bed again. Roan didn’t care about the bite mark that was now bleeding freely on her arm, she just grabbed her wand off the nightstand and bandaged it with Ferula as she used to do when Aiden was no more then a child. She needed air though, she needed air badly. Roan felt like she was suffocating in the dorm.
She swung her legs over the edge of her bed and let them touch the floor, leaving her wand on her nightstand. Her cloak was draped over the edge of her bed as always, black as night, and she grabbed it and tied it around her neck, bringing the hood up. Within a few moments she was ready to go, ignoring the fact that she was still in her nightgown and didn’t have shoes. Her heart was beating quickly in her chest. How did she forget all of this? Why were these pieces missing to her!? Questions that needed answers, but first, Roan needed out. So she escaped through the Common Room entrance and quickly made her way out onto the grounds, not caring how late it was. The fresh air was a blessing on her face as she got out, and Roan slowed herself down to a walk, seeing her destination.
The Crypt of Salazar Slytherin was somewhere that she had visited when she felt strongly connected to the man, and when she was in one of her darkest of times. Now Roan felt connected to that firey and dark side that had just welled up in her, but at the same time she was feeling surpressed. The girl made her way into the Crypt of Slytherin, finding her way in until she knew where the great man was laid to rest. Once in that room she felt a bit more safe and drew down the hood of her cloak, letting her brown hair be shown, braided back as it always was when she went to bed these days, and hazel eyes that were surprisingly normal. Everything was still hitting her hard and fast, and Roan had to cringe and hold her breath as it washed over her again. Fenris. Syrus. Xailyn. Dante. One after another and their cruel words. But at the same time Roan remembered what it had been like over the past month or so, when she didn’t have these memories. That calm and peace still remained, and was trying to overwhelm the fire that was now raging angrily inside her. Who dared to do this to her? Who dared to keep those memories? Roan knew that Tiberius had been the one to do it, he had been the one who restored the ones she had.
Syrus’s were the ones that hit her hardest, and Roan sank down and sat down on the ground blinking back tears that were coming at them. Having her tongue bitten off, being pinned to the wall with a knife, the toxins, and the unforgivable curse. How could she forget those? Because her body sure hadn’t felt the pain. Roan even felt her muscles stiffen as she remembered the torture of that place, and the fear she had felt, what shame. Why had these been kept from her?! Roan could feel it welling up inside of her, a great anger that these were gone, and a great anger at what had happened. Her own stupid mistake. Fire could be seen behind her hazel eyes, true flame dancing there for a moment. She gritted her teeth, trying to quell it down, trying to force it away as best she could. But fire wasn’t easily tamed, and wasn’t easily contained.
“Why?!” She managed to scream, letting the tears break forth as Syrus’s face went into her head and Fenrir’s followed, one after another. She could feel it raging inside of her, wanting to break free. But an elementalist had one channel and that was their hands, which Roan firmly wrapped around herself, knowing she wouldn’t set herself aflame. But it was growing more and still raging inside of her. “Stop it.” She whispered aloud to herself, gritting her teeth and doubling over herself, rocking slightly, trying to calm the fire that was coming from her rage and her emotions. Her anger at having this kept from her and being thrust back into the darkness that she had came from, with a memory of how wonderful things had been when she didn’t remember all of the pain and the fire and the loss. And Roan’s fire fed on its emotions like it was a dry wood. Finally she had to let her hands break free of herself and let them out to either side of her, where they were harmlessly pointed at walls. Fire couldn’t catch to these walls, it wasn’t accustomed to stone, so all it did was leave black scorch marks until Roan clamped down on it and contained it as best she could.
“I don’t want to remember. I don’t want this, I want to go back, let me go back.” Roan said finally, breaking where she sat, putting her hands in her lap and letting tears run down her face. The girl wasn’t just remembering her past now which had come through like a flood breaking through a barrier, she remembered what had transpired when she was ignorant. And as said, ignorance was bliss. It was peaceful then, she had seen Muryllis again, and not remembered him for being a Shadow. She had been able to act without fear or rage or anger. And that was still a part of her, it didn’t leave with receiving her new memories, was just suppressed. Roan just didn’t know what to believe right now. “Take it back, I don’t want it. I never wanted it.”
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Flash. You try to mess with my eyes, I mess with your eyes. Please, in your screams, tell me what Hell looks like through your eyes as this world melts away. Flash. 'What makes you think that you can stand up to me, girl? What makes you think that you can stand against the likes of Fenris Fenrir!' Flash. "You think I am going to kill you; you are wrong. You get to suffer until you learn the meaing of "children shoudn't play with fire!". In this scenario; you are the child and I am the fire; you wanted to play with me little Miss Valient? LET'S PLAY!' Flash. WELL THAT WILL NOT BE YOUR PLEASURE OF DOING THIS TO ME; OF ALL PEOPLE THAT WALK THIS EARTH; I WILL NOT LET A ONE-TIME COWARD BY THE DEATH OF ME!’ Flash. "Darling, you're in over your head" Flash. You not only burn the Woods when those trees caught flame; you burn my soul, you burn Mother Nature and you burn yourself! You send those plants of the wood to meet their maker girl; perhaps I should grant you the pleasure of meeting your's." Flash. "You had best be careful in who you choose to anger, Little Miss, Because there are some that are no mere mortals that you happen to anger” Flash.
Everything was hitting Roan hard, extremely hard, as the girl slept in her dorm in Hufflepuff Common Room. The covers were in tangles around her as she tossed and she turned, sweat coming to her forehead as she was bombarded by image after image, voice after voice in her nightmares. Song and Aiden awoke from under the bed where they were asleep and jumped up, staring at Roan as she fitfully slept. The girl had been missing a huge part of her memories for some time now, and they would come back in brief flashes, not like this. Not in a constant stream. And they were all terrifying, battles and injuries and screams, all echoing in her ears. Tears were spilling from behind closed eyes and leaking down her cheeks in her sleep, but still the voices came. Harsh, cruel, unforgiving. Lycans and wizards, demonesses, soulless men. All doing their part, all doing their damage. It was coming back.
Flash. "Dear Roan, don't waste your energy on such a pathetic excuse for magic. Now that you are a guest under my roof, the laws of hospitality prevail. You shall not be harmed while you are in my quarters." It was lies, all lies. Flash. "Who are you to make demands, little Prefect? I have killed men and women much greater than you for lesser offenses. And really, are you even in a position to make demands? " Flash. "You are a fool if you think you can hurt me, but any more defiance and I shall simply have to kill you." Flash. "It will be pain” Flash. “"Crucio”
That was the worst of all, and even in her sleep with her memories, Roan screamed in rememberance of the pain that was shooting through her body. She had screamed then too, and her attacker had taken joy in it. Syrus Korodin, of the Society. Aiden and Song stared at each other for a moment, watching the girl toss again, screaming still, deciding what to do. It was Aiden who took action, reaching forward and sinking his jaws into the girl’s upper arm, making her eyes snap open as she sat up. Roan was breathing heavily sweat dripping into her eyes, staring around. Her memories, the ones that Tiberius had taken from her, kept from her, they were back. They were back and they were harsh. She looked down at the dragons who were looking at her apologetically and waved them away and they climbed underneath the bed again. Roan didn’t care about the bite mark that was now bleeding freely on her arm, she just grabbed her wand off the nightstand and bandaged it with Ferula as she used to do when Aiden was no more then a child. She needed air though, she needed air badly. Roan felt like she was suffocating in the dorm.
She swung her legs over the edge of her bed and let them touch the floor, leaving her wand on her nightstand. Her cloak was draped over the edge of her bed as always, black as night, and she grabbed it and tied it around her neck, bringing the hood up. Within a few moments she was ready to go, ignoring the fact that she was still in her nightgown and didn’t have shoes. Her heart was beating quickly in her chest. How did she forget all of this? Why were these pieces missing to her!? Questions that needed answers, but first, Roan needed out. So she escaped through the Common Room entrance and quickly made her way out onto the grounds, not caring how late it was. The fresh air was a blessing on her face as she got out, and Roan slowed herself down to a walk, seeing her destination.
The Crypt of Salazar Slytherin was somewhere that she had visited when she felt strongly connected to the man, and when she was in one of her darkest of times. Now Roan felt connected to that firey and dark side that had just welled up in her, but at the same time she was feeling surpressed. The girl made her way into the Crypt of Slytherin, finding her way in until she knew where the great man was laid to rest. Once in that room she felt a bit more safe and drew down the hood of her cloak, letting her brown hair be shown, braided back as it always was when she went to bed these days, and hazel eyes that were surprisingly normal. Everything was still hitting her hard and fast, and Roan had to cringe and hold her breath as it washed over her again. Fenris. Syrus. Xailyn. Dante. One after another and their cruel words. But at the same time Roan remembered what it had been like over the past month or so, when she didn’t have these memories. That calm and peace still remained, and was trying to overwhelm the fire that was now raging angrily inside her. Who dared to do this to her? Who dared to keep those memories? Roan knew that Tiberius had been the one to do it, he had been the one who restored the ones she had.
Syrus’s were the ones that hit her hardest, and Roan sank down and sat down on the ground blinking back tears that were coming at them. Having her tongue bitten off, being pinned to the wall with a knife, the toxins, and the unforgivable curse. How could she forget those? Because her body sure hadn’t felt the pain. Roan even felt her muscles stiffen as she remembered the torture of that place, and the fear she had felt, what shame. Why had these been kept from her?! Roan could feel it welling up inside of her, a great anger that these were gone, and a great anger at what had happened. Her own stupid mistake. Fire could be seen behind her hazel eyes, true flame dancing there for a moment. She gritted her teeth, trying to quell it down, trying to force it away as best she could. But fire wasn’t easily tamed, and wasn’t easily contained.
“Why?!” She managed to scream, letting the tears break forth as Syrus’s face went into her head and Fenrir’s followed, one after another. She could feel it raging inside of her, wanting to break free. But an elementalist had one channel and that was their hands, which Roan firmly wrapped around herself, knowing she wouldn’t set herself aflame. But it was growing more and still raging inside of her. “Stop it.” She whispered aloud to herself, gritting her teeth and doubling over herself, rocking slightly, trying to calm the fire that was coming from her rage and her emotions. Her anger at having this kept from her and being thrust back into the darkness that she had came from, with a memory of how wonderful things had been when she didn’t remember all of the pain and the fire and the loss. And Roan’s fire fed on its emotions like it was a dry wood. Finally she had to let her hands break free of herself and let them out to either side of her, where they were harmlessly pointed at walls. Fire couldn’t catch to these walls, it wasn’t accustomed to stone, so all it did was leave black scorch marks until Roan clamped down on it and contained it as best she could.
“I don’t want to remember. I don’t want this, I want to go back, let me go back.” Roan said finally, breaking where she sat, putting her hands in her lap and letting tears run down her face. The girl wasn’t just remembering her past now which had come through like a flood breaking through a barrier, she remembered what had transpired when she was ignorant. And as said, ignorance was bliss. It was peaceful then, she had seen Muryllis again, and not remembered him for being a Shadow. She had been able to act without fear or rage or anger. And that was still a part of her, it didn’t leave with receiving her new memories, was just suppressed. Roan just didn’t know what to believe right now. “Take it back, I don’t want it. I never wanted it.”