"Of all the things that made me fearful and slowed my strides,
returning to the past is of the most effective." Her brow raised like a
comma over the sound of her precise distaste.
The dark lord took bow, he was sure he knew in what
way to persuade his Lady to indulge in his request.
"Oh but Dear Queen Mother Nissa, surely
your benevolence would not leave
those of your service to
remain in such
disparities..."
His words trailed off like his bleeding intentions that
swirled unmistakably in the atmosphere under
the guise of humble nature. Nissa was not
fooled. An uncomfortable twist took her
stomach as she realized he truly
believed that this is how
he would get
his way.
"Oh," she chuckled in between. "Dears and Queens, and
Mothers. Truly you must think so much of me."
She mused him. Playing in to his game of surface speakings and dull
flattery. All the while wondering what service he
truly thought he had done so greatly as to warrant the use of magicks
it would take to transport them into a past dimension
and for....of what he wouldn't event speak. Typical of course. There is
nothing more to expect of a shadow dweller.
His eyes gleamed in light, though not in the brilliance of benevolence
but, the electric glare of a predator in wake of prey. They
lit of the excitement of conquest in sight.
"Oh, of course!" Came his exaggerated tone. "I mean...I know we've
had our differences-"
"Differences? Is that what you call cursing my ancient tomes and
dragging me into ages of psychic war?"
A laugh betrayed it's master and a satisfied smile as well.
"Heh, I mean...what? C'mon, you're still mad about THAT? Didn't it
totally make your people stronger? Or something...whatever.
We fought side by side for yeeears before that little misunderstanding
and you benefited in the end Miss, Warrior Queen. So what is
there to be mad about?"
It was truly astonishing how long he could fabricate and believe
in his own bullshit. Nissa stared at him blankly. She wasn't
even going to try to explain everything that was wrong with what
had just explained. More so she was interested in what was
so important to him that he would come begging of her, knowing
their past and the immense unlikelihood of her willingly
giving him aid.
"Disparities you say?" She took a look of forced interest.
"Oh yes!" came his eager response. "Disparities of the most
dire nature!"
"What kind of disparities?" She questioned intently, wanting
to force him out of the realm of ambiguity.
"Uh,"...He choked on his hidden motives. Nissa could see
his eyes darting around their true meaning as he
worked his lips up for another passive response. "Well, you
see. The dwellers of Dark cities go...hungry."
Nissa's eyes squinted. In some sense this was true. In her realm
of rule 4 cities existed. One of Dark, One in the key of
Light, One in the gleam of Aurora, and One in the clasp of Gold which
was the personal dwelling of herself and blood kin.
Recently it had come to her attention that a shift had occurred in the
Dark city. The lands of Aurora had become more active
in it's prime season than in past years. This meant that more waves of
light would be able to be processed coming in from the multi-
verse space; which meant the lands of light could add knowledge to the
collective library of her realms in greater capacity, which meant...
"Oh, I see. The forests of Light are brighter this year. The dark ones
are losing alot of their hunting grounds. Isn't that right?"
The dark lord twitched at the corner of his mouth and blood heated
beneath his skin. The truth was he both hated and was
infatuated with Nissa and all the cities outside of the dark realms. His
strange feelings forever unresolved had manifested into a disgust
which he blamed on all elements save for his own ignorance of self. So
to hear the the object of his most passionate pain and pleasure
speak of the demise of the only realm he could travel and take advantage
of, only drove him deeper into his personal chaos.
It was then that his persona came about him. The Grand Ego of the dark
lord which made him roll his eyes, rigid his posture, and give way
to the low growls of depreciation.
"Yea, that's right. And I think it would be pretty shitty if the 'Almighty
Queen' of Kura just sat back in her precious Golden Castle while
her people are destroyed. Last time I checked a leader is suppose to
actually give a fuck. So are you going to help me or not?"
How amazing it was to be complimented, insulted, told to give a fuck
and yet to not receive fucks all at the same time. Truly his
talent for dramatics would be better utilized in theater than in his petty
whining. Nissa always thought so. To be fair, The dark lord
Lowe had many talents and of his capacity to harvest ray particles, few
did rival. Though one could never be comfortable in complimenting
him; as his ways were of cowards and those who want with no genuine
devotion. Despite his potential, he was sloppy and disgusting at best.
Nissa was silent for a time. Staring into Lowes blood red eyes with her own
gentle yet scorching red. The scarlet mark of a Shadow dweller
reflects the hunger in their blood. Their shadows are thin and wanting as they
refuse to cling to that which they find unworthy. For this reason,in
their youth when one is most ignorant and grasping they find themselves isolated
and starved save for small harvests wrought in petty ways of
deception and subtle dominance for the sake of harvesting rays from dwellers
of the other planes. Unfortunately, many shadow dwellers, despite
their age, do not leave their youth.
It was such a shame, Nissa realized, as becoming Queen was an accomplishment
gained only after traveling through the three planes and manifesting the fourth
through the combined knowledge of their customs and basic elements. Deep down
the core of the Dark City resonates as high as the frequency of the forests of
light, and at times even the rays of Aurora. They are not inherently lands of what one
might call "bad" or "evil" but their ways are of subtlety, of unspoken and
passive natures. There is great power in these ways as the emotions and knowledge of
which Sentients are to receive and cultivate for future generations all begin in this place.It is
both a blessing and a curse as it give these elements proper protection to grow,
yet it also allows confusion and mistrust of the unknown to taint many of its seedlings.
As things had been the Dark City had been in equal Capacity to the forests of light.
In bare statistic this was not a issue, except that many of the Cities leaders
had become corrupt and greedy and so they took many resources from the rest of Kura
to maintain and yet produced little to contribute back to the lands. In fact, not far in
times past had they made such selfish use of realms collective rays that the season of Aurora
was reduced to one third of it's span of activity. Much of the forest of light then went
malnourished and much of it's small animal and plant life suffered a depletion of life. Looking
back on this, it was no surprise to the Queen that the seasons of Kura had turned their
tide to support the expansion of the forest. The dwellers of the Light Cities do
not deal in war. At least, not in a traditional sense. Their ways are in basis to cultivate rays
of the dark in the seasons of Aurora that the knowledge may be planted into the
forests under all the hues of Kura for the benefit of all. In wake of the dark ones' selfishness
they would not retaliate with force, but in knowing that the nature of the realms
would surely recognize their pain and respond in kind to right the balance.
Knowing who Lord Lowe was, this acceptance alone was enough for Nissa
to deal him a stern no and hear nothing more of him. She could easily cut him off and
ignore for all the better reasons. But she could feel that something was rising. The
Dark Lands tipping the scales was only a beginning to a turning wheel that had little to do
with of any of the realms individual motives. For this reason she knew that drawing out
his thoughts and feelings was worth the effort of information she gained. Of course she would
tell him no. But...how and when seemed pivotal at this point.
"Well, you're Highness?" Lowe spat in his impatience.
The wheel of her thought's suddenly stopped spinning. Your highness...highness...
She repeated the words in her mind. Though it was less the words
and more the triggers behind them that had fallen in to place.
Eagerness
Planted
Do it!
Coming fast
End this
The call of seedlings
"Emotions in bold over troubled tones..." Nissa spoke in low tones as the
epiphany escaped her lips. "Crack the shells..." she mumbles.
Her gaze trailing off with her
words.
"Excuse me?" Lord Low pressed.Nissa looked
up suddenly. It had all come together.
Finally, she was ready to give
her answer.