Post by Unknown on Aug 15, 2006 22:08:01 GMT -5
The explosion caused by the dueling cosmic wands was enough to send Unknown hurtling backwards into infinity. There was something peculiar about that magic... Something Unknown didn't quite understand. It seemed to destroy all of the magic around Unknown. All of his defenses were destroyed in an instant. Even the magic inside the chamber was destroyed, causing the chamber to begin to collapse. the pillars and statues crumbled like hard cheese hit with a hammer. Unknown giggled at the destruction. Maybe, just maybe, Scorpius would die too and the school would be saved. Maybe he could fulfill his promise after all...
Wait... The explosion destroyed all magic in the chamber... Unknown was made of magic... Oh no... Unknown's eyes frantically looked down at his still flying body. His legs... Gone. His arms were going, too, and his wand was floating amidst a cloud of black mist. His flowing black hair was turning into the same fine mist. Oh hell. This was not good. Unknown had never really experienced death, and here it was, staring him in the face, ready to claim his immortal self. Wonderful.
Unknown's eyes shot around the room, looking for Scorpius. His eyes struck the statue of Salazar, the one he hadn't had time to inspect. There was an inscription on the tablet. Unknown's eyes had just a moment to inspect the writing on it before the turned into the fine mist that was his Chaos releasing into the air. He read one line before he could no longer read. Be At Peace. Unknown whispered a single word as his body dispersed around him. "Oh."
"'Ello, Rohim."
Unknown's eyes opened, and were blinded by dazzling white light. He was no longer in a chamber deep underground, that's for sure. Also, he opened his eyes. Eyes? Weren't they gone, like the rest of him? Wasn't he dead? Was this true afterlife? And why the hell did he smell roses? When his eyes had accustomed to the dazzling brightness of the sky, for he was in an open field, he held his arms up to look at. All there. Still wearing the black leather jacket. Even the buttons were still intact. His hat, though, was missing. Unknown sat up, and looked around. He was in an open field, surrounded on all sides by soft white roses. He was laying in a clearing amongst them, just small enough to fit a few people. He looked up to the sky and saw a ribbon of clouds moving rather fast to the north. He followed them along until he saw them disappear into a tall blue tower, much like the one he had left at Diadem. This one, though, reached to the sky and appeared to be made of a dark sapphire blue.
"Well, are you awake yet? Rohim?"
Unknown shifted his eyes to look at the place where the voice was coming from. The voice, rough and aged, reminded him of somebody. And who was Rohim? Unknown's eyes finally spied someone in another clearing maybe ten yards off. He was sitting on a stool, a paintbrush in hand. He sat in front of an easel. The man had stopped painting long enough to look over his shoulder at Unknown, who was staring in disbelief. The man's shirt was plaid, red and black. It seemed comfy and well worn. He wore a pair of faded and beaten-up jeans, a few holes in the back. The man's white hair was thin, cut short, and curly. There were still a few strands of black in there, but not many. He was well wrinkled.
"I see you’re awake. So, how did your whole 'Rule the World' thing go?"
Unknown blinked. Was he did? And who was this man? Why the hell was he painting a landscape of the tower, and who was he to ask questions of Unknown? Oh well...
"Who are you?"
The man laughed and dipped his brush in a little can of blue paint on the easel. He brought it up and continued to paint the tower, a little clumsy. He appeared to be a novice painter, not getting things quite right and painting outside the lines. The man sighed and dropped his brush into a glass of water that sat on the ground by him. He brushed off his hands, and ripped the piece of canvas off of the easel. He balled it up and tossed it into the roses nearby him.
"I didn't think you would forget me, Rohim. Oh well, it has been a long time. I would say I haven't seen you since your birth."
Unknown stared quizzically. Birth? He had no such thing. He was formed out of Chaos, a creation of his own. Made through the actions of the first sin. His father was Sin and his mother Chaos. His birth an unlikely series of events. How could this man know him? And where the hell was he?
"Wha....?"
"Rohim, Unknown, whatever you want to be called. I have this feeling you failed at what you wanted to do. Why else would you be here?"
Unknown shook his head. What had happened to get him here? Something about a Chamber... Be At Peace. Oh. It dawned on him. He knew where he was and who this person was. Unknown smiled a genuine smile, something he hadn't done in a long time, and laid down again. He crossed his arms behind his head and looked up at the clouds. Peace. Finally.
"No, I don't think I failed, Old-One. Actually, I learned something new for once."
"You did? I'm amazed. I thought you knew everything."
"Nah, I didn't. I think I failed at that, too."
The old man chuckled and reached beside his stool to a stack of canvas rolls. He grabbed one and unrolled it, looking inside it at the art, and tossed it aside. He reached down and picked up another one. He looked inside it, and smiled. This was it. He rolled it back up and tossed it the ten yards to Unknown, where it landed on him. Unknown unrolled it and looked at it. It was a painting of a tavern, from the viewpoint of someone sitting at one of the tables. Unknown blinked, and the painting seemed more life-like. More real. This didn’t look like the painting of the Tower.
"I'll see you again Rohim, some-day."
Unknown blinked again, and found himself no longer in the field. He felt the cold wooden feel under him, and his arms were crossed against a velvet chest. He looked around, seeing that he was inside the painting. How... unusual. Then, he forgot everything about the painting, about the field, about his duel with Rob. He slowly forgot everything. What was his name? Oh, damn, wasn't it something like Onion? No... Novus Clarus. Where did that come from? Who was this Salazar person? Dark Man? King? What?
Anyone who looked over at that particular table in Raven's Cafe would see a boy of maybe 17, untidy dirty blonde hair, and blue eyes. You would also see him in a black cloak, made of velvet. He seemed to appear from nowhere, no one in the cafe being able to tell where he had come from. One moment the table was empty, the next he wasn’t. The boy looked around, scared, unsure of what to do. He saw, on the table before him, a letter. He picked it up and read the address on it.
To Mr. Novus Clarus
Table 15, back corner, of Raven's Cafe
Triangle Tunnel, Spain.
He looked at it longer and saw the seal on it. It came from one Firefox University. Hadn't he heard of that place before? No, he didn't even know who he was. He guessed that he must be this Novus Clarus person. Maybe the people at the Firefox University could help him...
The boy stood up and grabbed the letter. Checking the return address, he stepped out of the cafe and into a bus labeled "The Knight Bus". He told the driver where to take him, and laid down on one of the beds. Reaching into his robes, he found a long wooden stick, polished and carved. A wand? It was ashen, and there was a snake carved coiling around it. Odd. He reached deeper into his pockets and found something very peculiar... a soft white rose petal.
Wait... The explosion destroyed all magic in the chamber... Unknown was made of magic... Oh no... Unknown's eyes frantically looked down at his still flying body. His legs... Gone. His arms were going, too, and his wand was floating amidst a cloud of black mist. His flowing black hair was turning into the same fine mist. Oh hell. This was not good. Unknown had never really experienced death, and here it was, staring him in the face, ready to claim his immortal self. Wonderful.
Unknown's eyes shot around the room, looking for Scorpius. His eyes struck the statue of Salazar, the one he hadn't had time to inspect. There was an inscription on the tablet. Unknown's eyes had just a moment to inspect the writing on it before the turned into the fine mist that was his Chaos releasing into the air. He read one line before he could no longer read. Be At Peace. Unknown whispered a single word as his body dispersed around him. "Oh."
"'Ello, Rohim."
Unknown's eyes opened, and were blinded by dazzling white light. He was no longer in a chamber deep underground, that's for sure. Also, he opened his eyes. Eyes? Weren't they gone, like the rest of him? Wasn't he dead? Was this true afterlife? And why the hell did he smell roses? When his eyes had accustomed to the dazzling brightness of the sky, for he was in an open field, he held his arms up to look at. All there. Still wearing the black leather jacket. Even the buttons were still intact. His hat, though, was missing. Unknown sat up, and looked around. He was in an open field, surrounded on all sides by soft white roses. He was laying in a clearing amongst them, just small enough to fit a few people. He looked up to the sky and saw a ribbon of clouds moving rather fast to the north. He followed them along until he saw them disappear into a tall blue tower, much like the one he had left at Diadem. This one, though, reached to the sky and appeared to be made of a dark sapphire blue.
"Well, are you awake yet? Rohim?"
Unknown shifted his eyes to look at the place where the voice was coming from. The voice, rough and aged, reminded him of somebody. And who was Rohim? Unknown's eyes finally spied someone in another clearing maybe ten yards off. He was sitting on a stool, a paintbrush in hand. He sat in front of an easel. The man had stopped painting long enough to look over his shoulder at Unknown, who was staring in disbelief. The man's shirt was plaid, red and black. It seemed comfy and well worn. He wore a pair of faded and beaten-up jeans, a few holes in the back. The man's white hair was thin, cut short, and curly. There were still a few strands of black in there, but not many. He was well wrinkled.
"I see you’re awake. So, how did your whole 'Rule the World' thing go?"
Unknown blinked. Was he did? And who was this man? Why the hell was he painting a landscape of the tower, and who was he to ask questions of Unknown? Oh well...
"Who are you?"
The man laughed and dipped his brush in a little can of blue paint on the easel. He brought it up and continued to paint the tower, a little clumsy. He appeared to be a novice painter, not getting things quite right and painting outside the lines. The man sighed and dropped his brush into a glass of water that sat on the ground by him. He brushed off his hands, and ripped the piece of canvas off of the easel. He balled it up and tossed it into the roses nearby him.
"I didn't think you would forget me, Rohim. Oh well, it has been a long time. I would say I haven't seen you since your birth."
Unknown stared quizzically. Birth? He had no such thing. He was formed out of Chaos, a creation of his own. Made through the actions of the first sin. His father was Sin and his mother Chaos. His birth an unlikely series of events. How could this man know him? And where the hell was he?
"Wha....?"
"Rohim, Unknown, whatever you want to be called. I have this feeling you failed at what you wanted to do. Why else would you be here?"
Unknown shook his head. What had happened to get him here? Something about a Chamber... Be At Peace. Oh. It dawned on him. He knew where he was and who this person was. Unknown smiled a genuine smile, something he hadn't done in a long time, and laid down again. He crossed his arms behind his head and looked up at the clouds. Peace. Finally.
"No, I don't think I failed, Old-One. Actually, I learned something new for once."
"You did? I'm amazed. I thought you knew everything."
"Nah, I didn't. I think I failed at that, too."
The old man chuckled and reached beside his stool to a stack of canvas rolls. He grabbed one and unrolled it, looking inside it at the art, and tossed it aside. He reached down and picked up another one. He looked inside it, and smiled. This was it. He rolled it back up and tossed it the ten yards to Unknown, where it landed on him. Unknown unrolled it and looked at it. It was a painting of a tavern, from the viewpoint of someone sitting at one of the tables. Unknown blinked, and the painting seemed more life-like. More real. This didn’t look like the painting of the Tower.
"I'll see you again Rohim, some-day."
Unknown blinked again, and found himself no longer in the field. He felt the cold wooden feel under him, and his arms were crossed against a velvet chest. He looked around, seeing that he was inside the painting. How... unusual. Then, he forgot everything about the painting, about the field, about his duel with Rob. He slowly forgot everything. What was his name? Oh, damn, wasn't it something like Onion? No... Novus Clarus. Where did that come from? Who was this Salazar person? Dark Man? King? What?
Anyone who looked over at that particular table in Raven's Cafe would see a boy of maybe 17, untidy dirty blonde hair, and blue eyes. You would also see him in a black cloak, made of velvet. He seemed to appear from nowhere, no one in the cafe being able to tell where he had come from. One moment the table was empty, the next he wasn’t. The boy looked around, scared, unsure of what to do. He saw, on the table before him, a letter. He picked it up and read the address on it.
To Mr. Novus Clarus
Table 15, back corner, of Raven's Cafe
Triangle Tunnel, Spain.
He looked at it longer and saw the seal on it. It came from one Firefox University. Hadn't he heard of that place before? No, he didn't even know who he was. He guessed that he must be this Novus Clarus person. Maybe the people at the Firefox University could help him...
The boy stood up and grabbed the letter. Checking the return address, he stepped out of the cafe and into a bus labeled "The Knight Bus". He told the driver where to take him, and laid down on one of the beds. Reaching into his robes, he found a long wooden stick, polished and carved. A wand? It was ashen, and there was a snake carved coiling around it. Odd. He reached deeper into his pockets and found something very peculiar... a soft white rose petal.