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#1Evangeline 

Of a Contract Made in Heaven [Training|Closed] Empty on Wed Aug 09, 2017 7:17 am

Evangeline


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Eva’s steps paused right in front of the sturdy, seven-meter high silver gates. Beyond it, a path laid bare like a regal, winding serpent, beckoning her as if an evil charm enchanted just for that moment alone. Awaiting at the end of its fangs, a tall, enormous edifice cast their ominous shadows on the lone road. The sun, behind the tower of the building was almost hidden, overtaken in time with grey rain clouds. It was probably one of those days that wise old folks predicted of thunder and storm and advised their younglings to stay in, comforted by the strength of four walls that rose around them under the warm name of home.

Eva’s steps were slow yet sure when she closed the distance between her own ‘home’ and herself. For many years she had called it that until in the long run, Eva discovered that it was not a word given to an empty building. The beautiful manor of whites, greys, and silver smiled but eerily as it pulled her forwards. It seemed to have been waiting, the winds swishing around Eva as it urged her up the short stairs up to the front door, a large frame made of the best mahogany wood a noble family like the Vanderbilts could afford.

What was she doing there? How long had it been since she abandoned it all? Her strong desire to grab the world in her own hands had made her walk out the same path she just traversed. Maybe it was the ignorant dreams of a silly child or maybe it was the insufferable wounds impaled in her by time’s hands that had led her to take that step outside the ivory gates. Evangeline Vanderbilt then, simply Evangeline now. She was a Rune Knight, a lover of art, and a precious glass doll for the cameras. It was never easy, the cold nights, the self-doubts, the daggers she pushed into her heart with her own thoughts, everything that grabbed at the base of her legs and tried to pull her down the pitch black surface of a sea that was the only representation of her soul. Every minute was a struggle for her to reach where she now stood, her feet leaving the banks. However, she had come back again, standing so close to the same spot she left, her ankles already buried in the water.

A hand closed over the golden knob of the door and –krchek- twisted. It opened in front of her so very slowly as she stepped inside. The crystal chandelier, light reflecting off the pristine walls, a room fit to enact a ballroom that hung to her old memories was now dull, cold, and dark. They whimpered their story in the stillness of the air, of how they have been close to abandoned. The Vanderbilt manor, Eva realized, had not been visited in years. But why? It had been the same as in her memories when she left. What changed? She had been so stubborn to ignore everything related to this family so much so that Eva never followed up to what happened to them. Where were they all?
LAIKA OF GS!



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#2Evangeline 

Of a Contract Made in Heaven [Training|Closed] Empty on Wed Aug 09, 2017 8:18 am

Evangeline


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Eva’s inquisitive steps took her upstairs towards the room that once belonged to her. Surprisingly and sadly, it was just as how she had left it with not even a single object touched or moved out of place. They had not cared for her so much that no one ever even knew she was gone. Maybe Victor was the only one that was here, she guessed, from the only picture in the room, the only thing that was moved, now sitting up from the haphazardly thrown state she had left it in; A picture of her mother and herself. She had never hated the foolish woman but she was determined to leave her behind inside this manor as well. And now she remembered what brought her there.

It was a bitter search for her own past and memories. The loss of something she never thought would slip away had done exactly that. What she feared came true when Anemoi’s voice stopped ringing behind her ears. A contract that was made a long time ago, a contract made in her unawareness, a contract that only one person knew the terms of. Eva knew that it was her mother. There could be no one else. Her mother had died afterwards and the years leading up to it had left her looking like a skeleton robbed of life ages ago when she had breathed her last, as if time sucked it out of her.

The facts that only her forgotten memories knew of, she wanted to rediscover it, and hopefully rediscover her own powers along with it. Inside that empty house, Eva didn’t know where to begin. Victor wasn’t there despite calling her back himself. What was it that he seemed to know but wasn’t willing to share? Where did he want her to go? To the place where it all began, he had said. But where was that exactly?

She walked out of the room, up another set of stairs that led to the roof. If she would walk across it, she would see the small door leading to the inside of a tower, a place she hid in when she didn’t want to be found, a place that only she and Victor knew. There had been no other way to that tower except for the roof and it seemed that her father was never concerned with what was behind it. In time, she had turned it into a library for her own, the place she read, learned, and practiced. It was the place she grew up in. Now pushing past that door, Eva found a smile creeping up her lips at the sight of it. Images of herself, a child, and Victor ran around the room, Eva going from books to books and Victor just following her.

Outside, the storm was already rumbling when she climbed back down the stairs to the main house. She wasn’t there to revisit memories she already knew of, but to find the ones she had forgotten. However, where was it that she must begin? Eighteen years ago?
LAIKA OF GS!

#3Evangeline 

Of a Contract Made in Heaven [Training|Closed] Empty on Thu Aug 10, 2017 4:04 am

Evangeline


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The doors creaked open as Eva stepped back into the living room. It caught her attention and she went to check. Stepping in with a long trench coat, half soaked from the beginning of the storm brewing outside, was the one person Eva didn’t really want to meet in her adventure for the day.

Dominic looked as well as he did when she had left. In fact, he looked happier and slightly younger even with his combed back black hair and vibrant red eyes. He didn’t look anything like her. She didn’t even want to acknowledge the slight pinch in her heart to see him like so. Eva stood straight up, took a deep breath and looked at him straight in the eyes, praying that none of her real feelings was shown. But his face fell at the sight of her and the older man averted his eyes, half in annoyance and half in surprise.

“What are you doing here?” he was quite taken by the dirty rug as he asked, his eyes meeting hers for less than a second before wandering off again. Why did it seem as if he wasn’t looking for an answer?

“I just had something,” she tried to say although words did get lost on her as she thought. What exactly should she tell him? “What are you doing here?” came her stupid question and almost recoiling back into herself when Dominic’s eyes flew to her in a frown.

“Is that something you should be asking to the owner of this house?” he retorted. This time, it was Eva’s turn to avert her eyes. “It’s,” she tried to form words, “just…that this house,” her hands flew up in reflex to accompany her words, “it did’t look like it had been occupied in…a long time,” she finally told him. Eva didn’t know what exactly it was about the man, her father, that made Eva want to run and cower. It was like it had been ingrained into her head, over and over again; Eva’s instinct to please this man and make him proud of her was inescapable. She realized that despite taking her flight outside of that home, she was still a prisoner to her own feelings and insecurities, to the memories and past that still kept her chained.

“We are going to sell it,” was his reply to her and her eyes immediately shot up. “Sell it?” she asked. ‘Get a grip, Eva. Why would it even matter to you?’ her voice reasoned in her head. “Why? It’s a really nice house. I thought it was a mark of ou-…your nobility and such,” she looked away.

He sighed. “This house is cursed,” his voice grew loud. “Your wretched mother and yourself cursed it all those years ago. It’s nice, isn’t it? That you can’t remember it?” He took powerful steps forward. “That you can’t remember any of it? The blood, the fire, the destruction! You destroyed everything! It was all your fault! It was all her fault!” his sound echoed off the walls. “She bewitched me, I knew she wasn’t up to any good! All those books, all that magic,” he almost spat the word on her face and she cringed, moving back with every step that he took forward. “Before I knew it, you were born! Even though you are not even my daughter!” Dominic fell to the floor, his body trembling in rage and, Eva saw, fear. What did he mean?
LAIKA OF GS!

#4Evangeline 

Of a Contract Made in Heaven [Training|Closed] Empty on Fri Aug 11, 2017 3:50 am

Evangeline


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Eva’s breath came in short gasps, her heart almost ready to burst out of her chest. “What did you say?”  she asked. Didn’t he just say that she wasn’t his daughter? But why? Eva’s main source of knowledge on her family history was the diary her mother left in death and she never had a reason to doubt it. She was Rosalind’s daughter with her only love ever, Dominic Vanderbilt, the man who lost his own feelings and turned away from the woman for another. Those tales of betrayal and desperation she had read never stated anything, even with a hint of doubt, that she never belonged there.

“Didn’t you hear me?” he looked up, eyes bloody red with anger. “You are not my daughter,” he hissed. “You were never my child. I don’t know where she even got you from but because of you…it’s all because of you!” he kept chanting for a while as Eva slid to the floor herself. Eyes glazed over to reflect a deep void, the words kept ringing in her head. So she never really did belong there. It was never her home, he was never her father, and that woman was never her mother. Why? Where did it all go wrong?

She remembered Rosalind, albeit a little. She was kind and smiling all the time, even as life slowly left her, she had never lost that radiance she carried. If she was not her mother and Dominic was not her father, then what was this life that she led all this time? Why had she lived in hope for so long when there was no chance for Dominic to ever accept her? But more importantly, who was she now?

“Then, who am I?” she decided to ask Dominic himself. “If I’m not your daughter, or hers, then who am I?” she lowered her head to look at him. “Who am I?” her voice was barely above a whisper this time but he looked up. “I don’t know. You are not Rosalind’s daughter; you aren’t mine either. You came out of nowhere. Rosalind kept murmuring something in the night, she kept hearing voices, she said you must be protected, and behaved like an absolute lunatic. I don’t know where you came from but wherever you did or whoever you are, you destroyed my Rosalind,” he told her, finally getting up. “I don’t know what you came here for, but whatever it may be, get out of here soon,” were his last words as Dominic turned around and tried to leave. However, Eva scrambled up to grab him by his arms. “Wait! Tell me about eighteen years ago. You know, don’t you? What happened that night? How I got my powers and what happened to Rosalind and my memories. You know it, don’t you?” she asked, her voice desperate. The change in his expression told her he didn’t want to, that he was afraid to, but his eyes still searched hers, giving in to the helpless dullness of her own. “Fine, I’ll tell you what I know.”
LAIKA OF GS!

#5Evangeline 

Of a Contract Made in Heaven [Training|Closed] Empty on Fri Aug 11, 2017 4:49 am

Evangeline


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Eighteen Years Ago:

That night, everything grew colder outside the Vanderbilt manor in contrary to the burning flames that enveloped it. Screams and hasty footsteps could be heard echoing throughout the hallways. Dominic climbed up a flight of stairs to the attic. An hour ago, he had woken up to the torrid heat creeping up his body like a vine, to find his own home up in flames. Outside the window, he saw with a sense of devastation, the grey clouds parting in a circle just enough to reveal the full moon, a halo of light surrounding it, and just underneath, a red pentagram drawn by invisible hands.

One name reverberated in his head; Rosalind.

Couple of years ago, she had shown up at their home with a baby. The baby was small but owned two burning amber eyes and just a tuft of platinum blonde hair. She looked nothing like that of this world. There was this unbelievably arcane radiance clinging to her like skin, so much so that at the very first sight, Dominic already knew this child was not anything ordinary. He had asked her again and again, questioned her over and over as to where she found her. Rosalind never answered. However, from that day onwards, she was never the same either. She kept chanting something in the night, stopped talking to him altogether, whispered incoherent things, and kept reading books on ancient, lost magic. He tried to bring her back with kindness and love until frustration took over him and his methods turned more violent. Dominic wanted her to snap out of whatever hallucination she had locked herself up in. Yet, he had given up when he received what he needed from someone else, a woman his father had at first sought for him to wed. He pushed Rosalind to a side, locked the madwoman up in the attic and tried to forget, to drown in the newfound warmth of his second wife and soon to be child.

Now just as he had thought everything was over, he had woken up to this; their home burning and the night freezing everything outside. He was sure there were blisters and soot covering his body, that his right foot was completely burned, and that once this was over, things will never be the same again. But he kept going. Whatever it was that Rosalind was doing, he knew he had to stop her. The red light that came out of the attic’s entrance warned him to walk away, to believe that it wasn’t happening. Yet he pushed it open and climbed up, his eyes landing on the red pentagram, drawn in blood on the floor, the candles lit up at corners, the baby at its center and Rosalind on her knees in front of the large window that showed her the moon. Under its pale light, even the most beautiful Rosalind he had known forever looked like an insidious beast. Ragged, tattered, greying hair, burning blue eyes, tainted in red from the blood that flowed down her forehead, her arms and legs, Rosalind turned to look at him just once.

LAIKA OF GS!

#6Evangeline 

Of a Contract Made in Heaven [Training|Closed] Empty on Sat Aug 12, 2017 6:55 am

Evangeline


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Eighteen Years Ago:

The ashen stranger that looked back was not the Rosalind he knew of. That woman then was too good to be true. She was angelic with her long red hair, and sweet, gentle mahogany eyes. On the day they met, there was a literal orchestra playing at the backgrounds, and she had been there, standing right in front of her like a radiant dove. Or was it like a red, red apple? He couldn’t tell the difference then and he couldn’t tell the difference when they got married either. She was still the same until that child came along out of nowhere.

Now, there in front of him stood a woman with greyish hair, darkened, sunken eyes, and sickeningly pale skin. Her once wine colored hair was now matted, messy, and in knots. Those eyes that lit with happiness was now dull and dark. This was in no way the woman he used to know. He truly loved her once; once until she turned into something he couldn’t recognize.

Rosalind’s head turned back to the open window. There was a gush of heavy wind, slashing and blowing away everything in its path. It swirled around Rosalind for a long time and slowly hoisted her up to the dusty brown ceiling. Just a few inches below it, she stopped and then, the winds got stronger. It blew over a photo frame to Dominic’s right and almost made him fall over with its sheer force. As he had to use all of his strength to just stand straight, his ears picked up strange murmurings coming from above. Through the various objects that flew past him, he looked up, his eyes blinking rapidly against the wind that hit it.

Rosalind was whispering strange things again, words that he didn’t understand, and words that he didn’t hear. For a moment, the room was filled with white feathers. They glowed and fluttered, falling down, bursting into a several splintering shards of light as they touched the ground. It was almost an indication that they were not of this world. Two golden orbs opened, like eyes right in front of Rosalind, the rest of it shrouded in a dark mist. They exchanged words, again, a language he did not understand and then she glowed so brightly that he had to shield his eyes with both his hands.

The winds got much stronger then and he could neither hear them nor see what they were doing anymore. Only, once the whole thing ended, he found Rosalind sprawled across the floor, her already tattered dress now almost gone, blood flowing below her in a pool. But what scared him the most that night was the sight of that three-year-old child, feet covered in blood not of her own and a strangely glowing symbol on her right eye. Satanic, he had thought when his own red pools met the burning amber ones. She looked up at him like a porcelain doll, devoid of emotions, not even scared. And then she fell unconscious.

LAIKA OF GS!

#7Evangeline 

Of a Contract Made in Heaven [Training|Closed] Empty on Sun Aug 13, 2017 12:29 am

Evangeline


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“Since then, Rosalind started to lose her energy day by day. It was as if whatever she had done, she had done by wagering her life. You were found to have some sort of wind magic after that, the same magic Rosalind had. But you know what the weird thing is?” Dominic asked, turning around to face Eva. “Ever since then, Rosalind herself lost her magic. She lost all of it and from then it was a steady fall to her death,” he finished, his eyes boring holes into the back of Eva’s crouched form.

Eva sat on the floor, head lowered. Her platinum blonde bangs hid her eyes as she slowly stood up. The truth had been far more difficult to handle than what she initially thought it would be. However, now she knew that it was definitely not herself but Rosalind that made the contract and that she was able to do so because she had known Anemoi from the beginning. Why? Why would someone do that for a child they picked up off somewhere? Eva didn’t understand. So many things didn’t add up. If she wasn’t their child, if she wasn’t even related to Rosalind or Dominic in any way, then where did she come from?

She turned to Dominic. “Is that all you can tell me?” she asked, probably pushing her luck. Dominic sighed. “That is all I know. If you need more information, why don’t you go search for it yourself?” he said that almost lamely as he picked up his trench coat off the racks. He seemed like he has had enough with Eva and her questions. Perhaps he didn’t want to go back in his own memories to seek out any more information than what he already did either. After all, that night had left a deep scar on everyone in the Vanderbilt family. The destruction, the blood, its aftermath, the long ravines they had to climb up from to return to normal, Dominic did not want to pull it all out of the dark recesses of his mind for some girl that had a hand in the offense.

Eva stared at the closed door Dominic left from for a long time. The gears in her head spun, sluggish yet active, as it tried to form the images of that night. She wanted to break something from the frustration that bubbled up within her. It manifested into self-doubt and guilt just as much as anger. Had it been her fault that this family went off road all those years ago? Again, why had Rosalind taken her in and formed a contract with Anemoi for her sake? Was it even for her sake? Still, what were the terms of that contract? Eva tried to gather whatever power she had to summon Anemoi again. A gust of wind swirled around her but it fell apart just as quickly. Everything fell silent again. Maybe the roots she had to go back to was the same place the contract took place in.
LAIKA OF GS!

#8Evangeline 

Of a Contract Made in Heaven [Training|Closed] Empty on Sun Aug 13, 2017 6:30 am

Evangeline


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Eva felt unusually determined as she collected herself off the chair. She had sat down right after Dominic left, letting the thoughts roll around in her head like a roulette, stopping at several instances and breaking away again once Eva found no answers. All in all, the whole events, past and present, have been stupendously confusing. If she had her whole facts correct, at least now, then Rosalind had picked up from God knows where, came back home to Dominic who was clearly not happy with the arrangement, and then this amazingly sweet and radiant woman had changed into some vapid unsightly creature, so much so, that Dominic had to lock her up in the attic.

Putting aside her questions for Dominic’s so called love for Rosalind, Eva turned the page to whatever happened afterwards. Apparently, three years hence, Rosalind was found engaged in some bizarre ritual where she had drawn some magical pentagram with her own blood. The sky had mimicked it, Dominic had found her, she was glowing, yada yada yada, and they both fell unconscious. What a story. If it was some age old gothic novel, Eva was sure that she would have finished it without a pause. Sadly, it was her own life and she was in the middle of a maze with all her questions and worries. There was one true fact; Rosalind had invoked Anemoi that night and not some demonic spirit fit enough to destroy the world as Dominic obviously suspected. However, her reasons and motivations still stayed obscure. One of the only beings who knew the truth was dead and the other one was nowhere to be found despite Eva’s effort to reach him. There was only one thing left for her to do now.

Eva turned a sharp left and marched straight for the stairs. Years of neglect had led to a collection of dust over the rugged staircase. It even creaked and wobbled slightly when Eva went up, taking another set of stairs up to a hallway where she walked straight ahead, stopping at a point between an estranged table and a door where there stood one lone ladder leading up to a square door almost invisible, built onto the ceiling. Pushing it up, Eva found the need to exert more than normal pressure to the slightly jammed door before she could swing it up, opening up the only entrance in the Vanderbilt manner to the attic.

She coughed through a cloud of dust that rose up.  Propelling herself up on the rattling metal ladder, Eva let her arm muscles do the work of getting her up on the unstable floor. It took her a bit of time to get used to the suffocating amount of dust up there and the smell of old wood, but once it all settled in, Eva slowly looked around, only stopping at what seemed to be the remnants of an even Dominic just narrated. He had definitely tried to wash it all off, she could tell.
LAIKA OF GS!

#9Evangeline 

Of a Contract Made in Heaven [Training|Closed] Empty on Sun Aug 13, 2017 6:31 am

Evangeline


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Vanderbilt manor’s attic was a large amount of much needed space. Placed among the ashen walls were large portraits of the previous holders of the said manor, all painted, looking regal, and framed in gold flamboyant yet standard rectangular design. Five of them sported rather masculine looking mustaches and beards along with priceless furry coats and robes over what seemed like clothes made out of silk. Around their necks, waist and wrists were golden jewelry, the finest and studded with precious gems. The rest of the portraits, in an order that could easily be assembled through meticulous examination, had looked young but weary and the last one had been the person she deemed to be her grandfather, looking as strict and grumpy as she had remembered him. No detective or historian had to tell her for Eva to figure out that the portraits indirectly expressed the sure decline of Vanderbilt house’s nobility. If the absence of a silver coat of arms from the first few portraits to the last few weren’t a glaring indication, she didn’t know what else could be.

Away from them, towards her right as she looked to the back of the attic, there were boxes, several, all stacked in what appeared to be a neat order that had gone awry in time. Dust collected over it and it had not ignored the white cloth placed over a few other boxes that Eva guessed was delicate or precious or maybe even antique objects that someone thought would be taken out at some point. To the extreme right, there was even an old mannequin, the type you would have found ages ago dressed in an old white gossamer wedding dress that Eva had no idea belonged to whom. What she did note, however, was that it was beautiful with the floral designs that adorned it and the thin veil, probably of the same material the dress was made of. Eva couldn’t tell for sure thanks to the golden brown dust once more.

She turned back to face the only window in the room and according to Dominic, the direction Rosalind had been staring at. There truly was red, half erased, half dimmed pentagon on the floor drawn inside a circle and whose insides contained a star’s outline. The design was familiar, if not to Dominic, then very much so to her.

Eva’s fingers unconsciously went up to her right eye. She had worn the same design over it for eighteen years, listened to Anemoi’s stories through it, conversed to the spirit of winds, and channeled her powers under it. For eighteen years, she had been comforted by it, a warm comfort she had lost just recently. She looked up at the fully closed and locked window. Whatever happened that night had spooked Dominic enough to hammer in two wooden planks over the window, both placed diagonally to form a cross over the dim light that snuck in. That day in particular, it was darker, the oncoming storm darkening in a fury up in the sky.
LAIKA OF GS!

#10Evangeline 

Of a Contract Made in Heaven [Training|Closed] Empty on Sun Aug 13, 2017 8:03 am

Evangeline


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As the storm slowly whirred alive, Eva scanned the room for more hints of that night. Besides the almost erased magic circle, Eva could only find some half burned out candles and shards of broken glass. There were marks all over the walls, marks made by slashes that only Anemoi’s winds could make. They had reached all the way up to the roof and almost tore it up.

A dull aching at the back of her head made her wince. It grew with every second she spent staring at the red pentagon on the floor. She walked forward, images suddenly flashing before her eyes. The ache was strong enough to make her instinctively clutch the back of her head now. An image of darkness, followed by two pale, thin hands covered in deep red blood, dripping over an equally red line, burning candle, molten gold eyes.

“Urgh” Eva groaned as she slid to the floor, the grip on her head tightening. She almost wanted to rip her hair out, anything if it could stop the searing pain in her head. “Anemoi!” She called out, her voice raising over the now raging storm outside. The name came out as chants, her faith in the old spirit believing completely that He will show up in front of her and somehow save her. “Anemoi!” her voice rang inside her head this time, floating down the familiar black tunnel connecting her thoughts to the said spirit. It reached the much acquainted double doors guarded by colossal statues of two unearthly angel like beings. She pushed at it, much like she always did whenever she wanted to use his magic. It stayed silently once more. Then once more, she tried, tears stinging her eyes, threatening to spill. How long had it been since she actually cried?

Her weak hands banged at the door, once, twice, several times again. And then, just as she slowed down, it creaked. Eva looked up. The doors that remained shut in her memories were now opening. Almost as if a camera was in reverse effect, Eva suddenly found herself back in the attic, the pain in her head waning slowly to a light sting. She noticed, with a start, that she was standing at the center of the magic circle, the same place she had been when the contract was first established. But more importantly, the previously dimmed magic circle was now glowing a bright red, almost impossible to miss it now. In the middle of her trip to the doors, Eva saw as she looked up, that the wooden planks covering the window was gone. Wind blew in, engulfing her inside what seemed like a much smaller tornado. It glowed, swished and slashed all over the wide space of the attic, slowly lifting her up to face two gigantic golden eyes that opened above her. Once she was face to face with it, Eva smiled. She knew who it was. “Been a while, stupid old man,” she chuckled, relieved.
LAIKA OF GS!

#11Evangeline 

Of a Contract Made in Heaven [Training|Closed] Empty on Tue Aug 15, 2017 8:20 pm

Evangeline


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“Been a while indeed, Eva,” the colossal figure of Anemoi greeted back, a slight hint of a smirk in his voice. He must have known every single thing she went through after he shut her off. It wasn’t beyond him to be able to watch her, after all. The God of wind had access to almost anywhere on the planet. Still kept up by the winds that swirled around her, Eva found herself too late to stop a stupidly relieved grin from appearing on her lips. If Anemoi was there right in front of her, it meant that maybe he knew how she could get her magic back. Coming back and being hit by all those truths would all be worth it if that was the case, Eva thought so even as she knew it was slightly selfish of her. But that was just how her mind worked. She learned that something with her indirect hand on it wreaked havoc in someone else’s life, yet both these people had been almost unknown to her. Rosalind passed away before she could form any real attachments to her and Dominic never looked at her way. Learning that these two didn’t belong to her didn’t make much of a difference, maybe disappointment, yes, and maybe confusion and slight feeling of bitterness, indeed, but that was it.

“You kept me waiting too long,” Eva murmured, now trying to hide her smile behind her usual straight face. Of course, he was never fooled by it however at that moment, he didn’t seem to be in a mirthful mood. In fact, he went silent for a long time until he spoke again. “Eva, if you are here, then I assume you are close to the truth?” Her smile fell. What did he mean? If it was the truth of her unknown origins, then she did know something about it but why did it seem like he was asking about something entirely different?

“What do you mean, Anemoi?” She asked the giant pair of golden eyes that fixed its gaze on her. It seemed to be accessing the situation, fighting a battle between the impulse to tell her and the urge to hide it away, probably something for her own sake. Frustration bubbled up inside her again. This was going too far and Eva hated the fact that she didn’t know anything at all. She narrowed her own eyes at him, telling him, with her own golden eyes, to come out clean with her, that she was not ready for more mind games.

“Tell me clearly,” she voiced it, her tone half commanding at the ancient being that controlled wind spirits from what could be the beginning of time. He again seemed to be contemplating something and paused, a long, unbearable silence settling in between the both of them. The storm outside had gotten bigger and louder but the noise never reached Eva or Anemoi. “Evangeline, as you probably know it already, you are not my contractor.”
LAIKA OF GS!

#12Evangeline 

Of a Contract Made in Heaven [Training|Closed] Empty on Tue Aug 15, 2017 8:21 pm

Evangeline


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WORLD

This was information that she already knew. She had heard it just some time ago from Dominic but what Anemoi was trying to get to was still beyond her. The winds that swirled around her had now spread out to the attic, knocking the portraits off and the already disarrayed boxes into a further state of disorder. It whirled around the attic, making the weakened wood rattle and the opened door to be slammed shut. Eva and Anemoi kept they posture, both trying to figure out the best way to move forward with all these revelations. She sighed at last.

“I know this, Anemoi. I know I was not the person who made the contract with you. But that’s all I know. If you actually want me to learn something, hiding it and being vague about the whole thing is not going to help me or you. Why was the contract broken off? Eighteen years ago, what did Rosalind and you came to terms with so that I could have this magic? What does it all mean ultimately?” Eva fired her questions rapidly, a disquiet tone hidden in her voice. She was truly worried about the truths she may learn about herself that day although there was also this very clear demand inside of her to find it. Somehow, she was sure that the unknown will bother her a lot more than the known.

She heard something like an exhale from Anemoi’s direction. The golden eyes closed for a second before it opened again. This time, it appeared to be a lot more serious than earlier. He kept her propelled up with his wind, paused as if to collect his thoughts, and finally spoke. “Rosalind…” he began, his voice trailing off in an attempt to carefully choose the right words “was my contractor even before I met you. This is something you may or may not know, Eva, but Rosalind was a mage, an unmistakably brilliant character that both impressed and inspired me. She went on these amazing adventures, loved the wind more than anything, and it wasn’t until she settled down with her lonely feelings that she met Dominic. Probably a mistake but he never truly understood her genius. He loved her beauty but he feared her powers,” he said, pausing to gauge Eva’s expression.

She nodded, silently asking him to continue. These, so far, were everything she had figured out on her own, now completely confirmed. “I cannot yet tell you how she found you. Don’t ask me, it was part of the contract. But I can tell you the story I know of that night, Eva, the story that Dominic refused to see out of his fear and paranoia. Rosalind was not a mad or cursed woman as he believed her to be. She was just trying to do what was right for a child that she knew she had to save. And Rosalind was perfectly happy with her choices. Let me tell you…the story of a night that split."
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#13Evangeline 

Of a Contract Made in Heaven [Training|Closed] Empty on Wed Aug 16, 2017 5:04 am

Evangeline


WC:500
TO BE
IN THIS
WORLD

The sound of chains grew louder in her ears. It clinked, rattled and clang all around her, tying her down to what seemed like eternal darkness. Around her wrists and around her ankles, the heavy weight of metal pulled her down. A tale of tragedy; the bittersweet prize of her absolute trust in Dominic were these chains. It followed her to the attic door and then shrank painfully around her wrists. “It’s the magic you love so much,” he had said when he locked her up in there. She tried to tell him many times yet she already knew that he was scared. She knew he was scared of her and what she could do; the winds swirled around her in answer.

She did desperately want to be the perfect wife for Dominic. That day when they had gotten married, she had chosen to lock her beloved powers away, one for another. For a long time, they lived happily. Dominic complete and she, coping with the loss of what was once a part of her.

Yet on that day, she couldn’t ignore it anymore. She didn’t know why she was chosen but the truth of the matter that she had uncovered that day made her want to go back to the other side of life, the side of magic and mysteries. It had been a scramble for a knowledge since then, every book, every ancient magic spells, all revised again and again in an attempt to protect…

Her eyes fell beside her onto the radiant ball of blonde hair and golden eyes. Rosalind had felt like it was a miracle the very day she found her, so much so that she unconsciously named her what Rosalind hoped would be hers and Dominic’s child; Evangeline. And of course she had noticed the change in her beloved. She had seen the aversion and hint of rejection. To whom she had given everything up for, she hoped for a second that he would be willing to do the same. Yet it had been the opposite.

He found solace in someone else; someone much like himself, scared and repulsed of magic. She had known the very day they were found together but again, her human heart hoped that he would understand. She may have lost herself in her mission to save this child but Dominic didn’t know, he would never know who this child was and why it was important to save her.

But now, chained by despair, and a grave sense of having nothing to lose, Rosalind knew what she could do. There was only one way to keep this child safe till she was of age to know the truth, and the only way to do so laid within those ancient doors she had turned away from.

She got up with a purpose, her long red hair flowing behind her, all matted and tangled, it barely looked like the hair she once loved. She knocked on the familiar doors once more. “Anemoi?”
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#14Evangeline 

Of a Contract Made in Heaven [Training|Closed] Empty on Wed Aug 16, 2017 5:05 am

Evangeline


WC:507
TO BE
IN THIS
WORLD

Silence grew around her. The all too familiar doors nor the comforting winds answered her. It was all too clear that after her own abandonment, her powers had given up on herself. Anemoi didn’t answer anymore and a state of panic that had been foreign to her even as she was chained, at that moment, quickly gripped her, weighing on her with a force bigger than the chains. It made her want to pace around the room like a madwoman, her eyes wide, her thoughts in a state of disarray. There was no way to communicate with him anymore. Perhaps it was time for another contract.

Her eyes roamed around the room for something to draw with, anything to create the mark of the great wind God. As her search turned futile, her frenzied mind unconsciously made her tug at the chains. She pulled against it so hard that as the chains wound tighter and tighter around her, it burst, creating a circle of wound against her wrists.

Blood so much similar to her hair dripped on the floor in ruby drops. Chanting the only ancient words she had ever known in her life, Rosalind dragged herself around the floor, her mind reflexively keeping out any other awareness, of a storm and of a fire that would soon wake Dominic up. She lit some candles, placed them in four corners, and dragged the sleeping child over to the center of the circle.

Once the colossal figure of Anemoi appeared before her, her madness stopped. “You call me out after all these years, Rose,” he stated, his voice none too pleased. But his gaze did fall on the girl at the center of his pentagon. “Now you call me for her?” he asked.

“You have to help her. Her real powers must not be displayed until she can understand the true value of it. I am sure you know what she is already, that she is not of our world. Anemoi, please form a contract with me. A contract that grands her your favor till she meets them, at least one of them!” she pleaded, tears stinging the back of her eyes. He seemed to contemplate the idea for a long time, his expression grim but understanding. “I need to accompany her until she meets one of them, indeed,” he seemed calculating as he said so as well. “But who knew that such magic existed. The magic with the potential to command all realms, not even us Gods believed it existed. Yet here stands a mere child glowing with its radiance,” he smiled and then, as if he had made a decision, looked back at Rosalind. “I, Anemoi, God of Wind, shall make this contract. In exchange for the contractor’s life to bestow my powers upon the child, only until she meets either of her parents,” his voice boomed in the room, hidden only to the mundane ears of Dominic. As the winds died down, a red crest appeared across Evangeline’s eye and then, everything went quiet once more.
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#15Evangeline 

Of a Contract Made in Heaven [Training|Closed] Empty on Fri Aug 18, 2017 6:35 am

Evangeline


WC:502
TO BE
IN THIS
WORLD

“And it was the only way,” Anemoi smiled bitterly. “For the type of contract powerful enough to replace yours, there was no other chance but to forsake another life,” he paused, fixing Eva with his golden irises. “It was fine for the first week but surely, Rosalind was slowly dying and there was no mistake in it. Dominic slowly pushed her completely out of his mind, and for one of the brilliant mages I have seen in a very long time, Rosalind died all alone,” he completed, slowly withdrawing the swirling wind around Evangeline to set her down on the weak wooden floor.

“Why?” She breathed, still trying desperately to take in all of the information. “Why would someone go so for a child she has got nothing to do with?” Eva asked, not wanting to believe that Rosalind had taken her in and destroyed her own life for Eva’s sake. That kind of selfless and unconditional love did not exist in the world she had seen so far. “You said I wasn’t related to her at all, that she had just picked me out of nowhere. For someone like that, why would she go to such an extent?”

Anemoi stayed silent. In his silence, Eva finally heard the thundering roar of the storm outside. The sky was completely grey then, soaking up all the light to cast eerie shadows over the whole town. He kept the maddening silence between them for a long time as if trying to think of the best possible way to word it. “Maybe she saw something in you that was worth saving. Rosalind truly never did anything without a reason, that much I can assure you with. Maybe there were reasons that only she knew, as well. Even if I knew, I couldn’t possibly tell you,” the winds slowed down. “Maybe we will meet again some other time, Eva. For now, however, it is goodbye. I couldn’t stand to leave you without saying anything. That’s why I held on in granting you your powers till now. I knew you would come here, that you would search for me just once more,” the old God seemed to smile, something that Eva only felt and didn’t see. But before she could say anything for his parting words, the winds suddenly gained power, swirled around the both of them and the colossal figure of his eyes burst into a thousand shards of lights, the wind slowly dying down to nothing more than a whisper.

“Wait…” she tried to say, feeling the depthless water of helplessness overwhelming her. She slid to the ground, suddenly feeling lightheaded. As the images in front of her slowly dimmed to black, Eva only had thoughts for the life she had lived thinking it was her own. Somehow a lot of things made sense, but a lot of things, at the same time, formed more question marks in front of her. In the end, she was by herself again, just as she had always believed.
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#16Evangeline 

Of a Contract Made in Heaven [Training|Closed] Empty on Sun Aug 20, 2017 2:15 pm

Evangeline


WC:511
TO BE
IN THIS
WORLD

She had then woken up in a strange place. Everything felt as if it was fading in and out, nothing formed a solid picture, blurred, smudges and distorted. Within the that tunnel of curious emptiness, Eva opened her eyes, letting her eyes adjust to what seemed like some languid flow of a river. It made her shiver as there was no warmth or heat but empty coldness alone, Estranged in what seemed like an endless void, flowing down something like a stream, Eva could only think of what had happened to her moments ago. A truth that she had wanted to learn so much had turned against her, blasting thousand splintering shards of doubt and questions into her mind. It just didn’t stop. No matter how much she asked herself to forget, it kept coming back to her.

She felt for he limbs, having realized that she had been staring at nothing. There was no flow of blood nor an agitated heartbeat that send her in a frenzy, but instead, Eva had felt strangely calm against the cold yet lulling flow of whatever that transparent stream was. The feeling persisted for a while longer until Eva forcefully tried to sit up. However, as if completely losing control of herself, she only managed to turn against the flow, now gazing straight ahead of her. There was nothing until small specks of light started appearing out of nowhere.

Suddenly, the stream wasn’t invisible but it glowed brilliantly in an ever shifting turquoise to teal, to blue, and suddenly many warm and cold toned colors. The specks of light started getting more in number and they rose from the stream. The sudden tick of a clock made her turn to look at the giant fading structure of a clock head, a hand ticking hurriedly around. She didn’t understand what it was at first but a few seconds of pondering gave her the answer she was looking for.

“Flow of time?” she all but whispered when the whole landscape began to glow so brilliantly that Eva had to close her eyes, letting the light wash over her, bringing her to some other world now of soundless peace. She looked up, coming face to face with what seemed to be countless amount of stars, planets, meteors, and asteroids. They swirled around her or swished past her but kept revolving in a static circle around Eva. She looked up, eyes widening at the sight of a crown, oh so dainty yet so beautiful, glowing silver above her head. It looked like it belonged, it felt like it was hers alone. And then, it grew around her, grew to a large crown like circle around her, almost as if creating a new solar system. The stars and planets flew into her in what felt like a hot surge of power unlike she had ever felt before. It burned off her skin, drawing a brilliant force of light from deep within her. For a moment, Eva felt like the most powerful being in existence, and then…it was all dark.
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OOC Note

Total Spells Trained: 5x C ranks | 5x B ranks
Total Word Count needed: 8750
Intelligence Stats: 13
Word Count Reduction: 10%
Word Count Needed: 7875
Word Count Acquired: 8187
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