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| Hidden Destinies; The journey of life | |
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| Pokeking | Jan 9 2010, 05:29 PM Post #121 |
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Closer and closer he got. Terry had never been this high before as the buildings got smaller as they flew higher and higher towards the Icarian gate. The boy’s feet touched marble and looked down at the world below. How did this thing stay up in the air and why was it that no one saw it? The Icarians are capable of much. He held onto Alaia once they were inside because he didn’t want her to slip off the steps and fall. Setting her down, he looked around the place. Opposite the steps, there was a set of double-doors. The winged serpent was chiseled into the stone. There was a circular platform in the middle of four columns which were arranged in a square. Facing the carved door, there was a console. Terry said, “This must be the controls, but how to work them. It’s in the same language as my ring. He looked intently on the controls, not paying attention to anything else, trying to sort out the Icarian device. He didn’t even see the metal sphere the size of a grapefruit detaching from the wall. The middle opened up horizontally, like an eye and got closer, hovering above them in silence. The sentry was dormant until it sensed movement in the starstep chamber. It detached a bit and opened up its eyelid. It looked upon the two in the chamber and moved closer to get a better look at the intruders. It had every reason to decide they were. One was a young Icarian male in the garb of an apprentice soldier, but it was over odd clothes. It tried to match the boy’s face with its memory banks and there was no match. The other was a wolf, but it quickly determined that it was no ordinary wolf. There was a strong probability that this one of the forest people as its programmers called them. It was programmed to report suspicious activity and that it must report this to the brigade in charge of the starstep chambers. It retreated back into the wall and its eyelid closed again while transferring its recordings to the guards. The strange Icarian didn’t even notice its presence. (ooc: Finally the glowing eyes make an appearance in my writings! Wasn’t how I originally envisioned them, but true to its spirit.) |
| "Occasionally -but not often- a dream of mine forms a usable fictional plot." H.P. Lovecraft | |
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| Pepper | Jan 9 2010, 05:45 PM Post #122 |
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Alaia felt something touch her feet as Terry set her down. She followed him and then realized that when she looked down she saw nothing but as soon as she came close to Terry..She could see everything he could..There was marble beneath her feet and as she looked back she could see the world below..She walked up to the console and nodded. She couldn't read the symbols but they were familiar somehow.. She heard something but saw nothing. It was strange up here and she felt uncomfortable and an imposter for some reason. Nervous as she was she didn't let it show.. Her mind was focused and aware.. |
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| Pokeking | Jan 10 2010, 02:39 PM Post #123 |
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Terry was afraid to touch anything, for fear of screwing up. He didn’t want to wait for the door to open. Who knew if and when it would? He had to risk it. He looked at the console and tried to decipher the controls. He saw a button that looked promising and when his finger almost pressed the button, the double doors slid into the wall. He turned to Alaia and said, “Who knew it was that sensitive? Come along.” He walked through the new opening. It was an exact duplicate of the room he was leaving. However, there was light outside the entrance on the other side and by the look of things, a pathway surrounded by lush grass. |
| "Occasionally -but not often- a dream of mine forms a usable fictional plot." H.P. Lovecraft | |
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| Pepper | Jan 10 2010, 03:28 PM Post #124 |
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Alaia watched Terry closely and as he spoke to her, she nodded. As the doors opened she cocked her head and looked around..She hestained just a moment before following Terry. What was this place? How did grass grow so high in the air? In the first place how did a building just float in the air?? All these questions went through her mind but she soon ignored them and focused on what Terry and her were doing.. |
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| Pokeking | Jan 10 2010, 04:08 PM Post #125 |
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Terry slowly headed to the exit, his heart beating hard in his chest. He could have sworn that for a nanosecond as he crossed the area that the double doors had been, he had seen stars and other celestial denizens all around him. That doesn’t matter. Finally, I’m home. However, there was a surprise waiting for him once his feet touched the tiled pathway. He stopped in his tracks and held his hand up to let Alaia know to stop too. He looked up and saw six mean looking Icarians flying stationary above him, bows drawn. They were surrounded. |
| "Occasionally -but not often- a dream of mine forms a usable fictional plot." H.P. Lovecraft | |
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| Pepper | Jan 10 2010, 04:18 PM Post #126 |
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Alaia walked slowly beside Terry. Her heart racing, her senses on alert. Her wolf senses realized it before her human side did. She was about to tell Terry that there was Icarians everywhere, when he motioned for her to stop. Her hair raised slightly but she didn't want to appear too threatening...If needed she'd spring to action but for the moment she stood stark still, waiting.. |
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| Pokeking | Jan 10 2010, 04:53 PM Post #127 |
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Terry wished he could draw his sword, but that would only provoke their anger and an onslaught of arrows. Rather, he held his hands above him. Let’s see how good father taught me. He opened his mouth and tried to speak to them with the best Icarian he could muster, “My name is Terrence Arcadia. I saw the building from the ground below and flew up here with my friend Alaia. I mean you no harm. I come seeking answers.” The guards looked at each other and then looked at the boy. They descended to the ground. Their leader approached and walked around him. He pulled on Terry’s wings which elicited a yelp of pain. The man looked at the sword and seized it. Terry yelled, Hey, that’s mine!” The bows were raised again and the boy looked at his sneakers in response. They were lowered again as the man withdrew the sword and looked at the hilt. His eyes got wide as did the others. He placed it back in the scabbard and kept it. He flatly said in Icarian, “You two will come with us. No tricks.” Terry kept his hands at his side and assumed the most non threatening pose he could make as he was escorted way from the building. He glanced back at Alaia who was also under guard and hoped that no harm would come to them. (ooc: Don’t worry, Alaia will be able to talk to most of the people here. Specifically, all the named Icarians.) |
| "Occasionally -but not often- a dream of mine forms a usable fictional plot." H.P. Lovecraft | |
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| Pepper | Jan 10 2010, 05:01 PM Post #128 |
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Alaia watched the Icarians with watchful eyes. She didn't like them very much..First of, this wasn't a very friendly way to greet others, with weapons drawn.. She wasn't afraid of arrows, she had evaded many in her life while running from hunters with her wolf friends, usually on thrill runs, kinda stupid but fun. She copied Terry and became non threatening when they put their bows down then raised them again. Her head down, her tail tucked slightly between her legs. She looked more like a helpless little dog then a wolf. But her eyes were slightly angry as they stared at the ground. She trotted behind Terry, though she was guarded.. ooc: All right, cool. |
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| Pokeking | Jan 10 2010, 05:28 PM Post #129 |
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They walked for several minutes and arrived at another building. Terry walked inside and it didn’t take a genius to know its function. They walked passed two guards looking at a monitor reviewing its contents. They looked at him and looked bat at the screen. Terry recognized it as himself studying the controls; Alaia on the side. So that’s how they knew we were there. We were being watched. The guards escorted them to another chamber; six cells were on each side, but no bars. “Inside!” one barked out. Terry and Alaia were nudged inside. He thought they were going to shove them in, but it seemed that they didn’t want to use force with them. The guard tapped something on the way. He reached out to the area where the bars would have been, but his hand came in contact with a force field. It was invisible to the eye, but when touched, it glowed the blue hue of lightning. There was no pain. No need for it did its job. |
| "Occasionally -but not often- a dream of mine forms a usable fictional plot." H.P. Lovecraft | |
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| Pepper | Jan 10 2010, 05:34 PM Post #130 |
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As Alaia walked with Terry and the guards, she saw the monitor and realized that they had been watching them and that whatever they watched them with was probably what she had heard earlier. When they were put in the cell, she looked around. A force field? Interesting.. She said to Terry "What are they doing? I have a bad feeling about this and I'm not sure why.." She wanted to turn back to human but didn't feel like it was the best time too.. |
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| Pokeking | Jan 11 2010, 06:07 PM Post #131 |
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Terry switched to English and said, “I’m starting to grow accustomed to how they are talking. I’m taking what my dad taught me and correcting as I hear more. I can hear them mention something called a starstep chamber. That has to be the building that we were in and they probably operated it by remote so the doors would open thinking that we would leave so they could ambush us.” The cell’s ceiling was high, but low enough that wings would be useless here. There was a window high on the wall, but it was too small to fit through and it was covered with glass. Looking out, the time of day was early afternoon. He looked around and then said, “Some homecoming for Arcadia, huh?” Time was passing and there was nothing to do, but wait. A few hours passed and it was now evening. He was starting to get thirsty and a little hungry. Thankfully, they didn’t take the bag away. He unzipped it and put it between them. He took out a bottle of water, opened it up and put some in a paper cup and then tore off a piece of granola bar and ate that. He had been mindful of Alaia and put in an equal share of food more suitable for her tastes. Terry then heard footsteps after putting his food back in the bag. Since being shown into the cell, no one had visited them. A young Icarian man holding Terry’s sword in his hand was escorted by two guards. These were dressed differently than the jailers and by their behavior, the man between them was very important. This man was dressed elaborately as well. His robe was slightly blue with all gold trimming and he had a necklace which bore a medallion with the winged serpent. He had shoulder length hair and one of the locks was braided with small crystals. He pulled the sword out of its scabbard completely and held it in front of him. He said in Icarian, “Where and how did you get this?” Terry turned and faced the man. He looked vaguely familiar as did his voice. Terry replied, “My father, my adopted father, gave it to me yesterday. It had been in the family for over two hundred ever since his ancestor found it stuck in a tree after a freak storm.” The Icarian laughed, “A storm? Is that what you call it? I suppose the Earthers would call something like that a storm. I’ve heard stories about this sword, but I never thought I’d actually be able to hold it into my hands. It’s like a dream come true.” He sliced through the air with it and placed it back in the scabbard and said, “It was believed lost in a war generations ago, but you have brought it back to us. You’re a strange Icarian, but we thank you.” Terry stared at him and if his ears were eyes too, they’d be staring as well. He did recognize this man. It had only been a dream, but he knew that face and the voice that came with it. A tear started to trickle down his cheek. The Icarian man stopped smiling and asked, “Why are you looking at me like that?” Terrence Arcadia uttered just one word in English, “Brother?” |
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| Pepper | Jan 11 2010, 06:34 PM Post #132 |
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Alaia nodded and sat down. She wasn't hungry or thristy. As a wolf she could go longer without eating or drinking than a human. As she heard footsteps she stood and walked to the edge of the forcefield. The person in the middle looked to her..Royal? Strange.. Somehow she understood what the man said even though it was in Icarian..As he said something about a war, her eyes became worried, confused, wondering... A war? Maybe.. She shook her head slightly and watched Terry. As he said brother, she was startled and she looked back and forth between the two mans faces.. |
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| Pokeking | Jan 13 2010, 06:17 PM Post #133 |
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The young Icarian man dismissed the escorts and they were alone. He looked as if he smelled something awful. He sneered in English, “Brother?” Terry was surprised that he knew English, but continued, “Your name is Philemon, right?” The man straightened his tunic, cleared his throat and said, “Yes, I am Philemon, but that does not make me your brother. It is true, I did have a baby brother, but there was a war when I was six when I was learning to fly. My father, our king, declared a state of emergency. He had one guard lead me to the underground catacombs where our ancestors rest to hide and another to take my brother Iakona away. He was also instructed to destroy the starstep chambers to prevent our adversaries from escaping to Earth. He destroyed one and was able to cause a chain reaction to destroy them all. We were only able to restore them yesterday.” Philemon looked troubled, “My brother and the guard were never seen again and in the ensuing conflict, they were thought to have perished. Mother cried for days, weeping for her baby and the loss of so much promise. He would be your age had he survived and for you to masquerade as him is vulgar. I could have you executed for such a transgression.” Terry came so close to the force field, he was within a few inches of it. He said as he his hand up and turned the palm towards himself to show his ring, “How do you explain this?” Philemon peered closer to the field and looked at the ring. The man looked up and exclaimed, “No. It’s impossible! Completely ridiculous and you” he turned to Alaia in wolf form “you’re not fooling anyone. You’re of the Midori tribe and there’s no need to hide from us.” A guard came and whispered something into Philemon’s ear. He looked at them and said, “We will talk again.” He turned around quickly and stormed off. Terry muttered, “But, Philemon.” He turned to Alaia and knew how he must look. He was filled with much sadness. (ooc: Just so you know, all conversation here is in English.) |
| "Occasionally -but not often- a dream of mine forms a usable fictional plot." H.P. Lovecraft | |
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| Pepper | Jan 13 2010, 06:57 PM Post #134 |
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((ok)) Alaia watched the conversation with interest. The dream...Terry's dream..When the man named Philemon addressed her, her eyes narrowed. Midori? It rang a bell..but..what and who were the Midorians? Her parents might have mentioned something about it or them or whatever..She was just plain confused.. Wait..Midori..Maybe that was what Icarians called wolves....... She saw Terry look at her and she whimpered softly. She moved closer to him and rubbed his leg softly with her head.."It's ok, Terry..But I wonder what and whom the Midorians are? He called me one..but..I don't understand.." |
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| Pokeking | Jan 15 2010, 06:13 PM Post #135 |
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Terry’s mind was elsewhere and was conflicted. He wiped his eyes and tried to answer Alaia as best he could under the circumstances. He said, “Thanks. I believe the Midori are the forest people. I didn’t this was possible. I just thought that the dreams that I had were just a projection of my desires to know about the place I was born. I had no idea that there could be some truth behind it. That is where I first saw my brother. He looked the same there as he did now and in the dream. He mentioned the forest people, that they were the only ones we could trust and the only ones from the surface that we were in contact with. He came to the palace’s garden trying to find me because diplomats from their group had come up from the surface. He called out my name, Iakona, and I responded to it as I do to Terry. I presume they came up through the starstep chamber. Perhaps that platform between the pillars is how they did it. There were controls in that room after all. At the end of the dream, I followed him back inside to greet these diplomats. As I entered the great hall, the dream started to fade. The last thing that I can clearly remember was that of our visitors. They were on two legs and looked wolf-like.” Terry tried to smile, difficult under the circumstances. He said, “I have brothers, but to actually have a brother with the same bloodline as me, someone with the same parents. It’s quite overwhelming. I am both Prince Iakona of the Icarians and Terrence Arcadia. Which is the real me?” |
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