Another vision comes about an hour after you have finished speaking with Planten, swift and sure in its Importance.
You are looking through the eyes of another, staring out at the endless vibrant and cool verdant greenery of a forest. A waterfall roars somewhere in the background and birdsongs of all manner trill through the air. Somehow, you know it’s a rainforest-like those you’d find on Earth. Perhaps not a perfect replica of it, but...
It’s an Earthen Rainforest. It smells like Home. Like a Promise of something. Hope, maybe. You/they like this place; it reminds you/them of when you met Him; your Beloved. Destiny was bright, then.
Now it is but a broken thing, etched into stone with nothing to change it.
A human -Naj’ta, faithful and loyal and yours- comes into view as you turn your head. Asymmetrical red hair and ash-dark skin. Eyes unseen behind futuristic snow googles. An outfit more at home in snow than in a rainforest. A bird, small, parrot-like to your/Mikaela’s eyes, hides in the hood. A witch's hat completes the picture, and you think it must be new; it has no blood splatter. Yet.
“‘e’ss not ‘ere.” They say with a slight hiss, arms crossed. You (Mikaela) notice their hands only have three digits. Not… human? But they look like it…?
“Of course not,” you (the body you are seeing this though) say, disappointed despite Knowing He wouldn’t be here. But then, did not your dearly beloved bitch of a sister hide him well and good? Neither Sight nor Magic has yet found your Beloved.
You will find him. You have to find him.
Naj’ta cocks her head. “T’e masskes?”
“They finally cracked it.”
“Oh?”
“We have a location.”
Naj’ta cocks her head to the side. “One?”
You nod. “One. A week’s travel. She’s already been,” think what you want about her, she is the one with the Sword and quick travel. “And they’ll be, but if we’re faster than them, we can reach it before they do.”
“And if s’e’s left some o’ ‘er pets?” Naj’ta spits ‘pets’ like it’s a dirty word.
“Then we’ll kill them,” you say, and you feel an alien smile literally split your face in two. It’s nothing compared to the unnatural, terrifyingly sharp-toothed smile of Naj’ta; human mouths should not stretch like that or fit that many teeth. “Like all the times before. She’ll run out of Soul Gems soon enough.”
Mikaela wakes. Her heart pounds with Urgency, and her face hurts, but she is human, and she remembers.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Vision 2
You are looking through the eyes of another, staring out at the endless vibrant and cool verdant greenery of a forest. A waterfall roars somewhere in the background and birdsongs of all manner trill through the air. Somehow, you know it’s a rainforest-like those you’d find on Earth. Perhaps not a perfect replica of it, but...
It’s an Earthen Rainforest. It smells like Home. Like a Promise of something. Hope, maybe. You/they like this place; it reminds you/them of when you met Him; your Beloved. Destiny was bright, then.
Now it is but a broken thing, etched into stone with nothing to change it.
A human -Naj’ta, faithful and loyal and yours- comes into view as you turn your head. Asymmetrical red hair and ash-dark skin. Eyes unseen behind futuristic snow googles. An outfit more at home in snow than in a rainforest. A bird, small, parrot-like to your/Mikaela’s eyes, hides in the hood. A witch's hat completes the picture, and you think it must be new; it has no blood splatter. Yet.
“‘e’ss not ‘ere.” They say with a slight hiss, arms crossed. You (Mikaela) notice their hands only have three digits. Not… human? But they look like it…?
“Of course not,” you (the body you are seeing this though) say, disappointed despite Knowing He wouldn’t be here. But then, did not your dearly beloved bitch of a sister hide him well and good? Neither Sight nor Magic has yet found your Beloved.
You will find him. You have to find him.
Naj’ta cocks her head. “T’e masskes?”
“They finally cracked it.”
“Oh?”
“We have a location.”
Naj’ta cocks her head to the side. “One?”
You nod. “One. A week’s travel. She’s already been,” think what you want about her, she is the one with the Sword and quick travel. “And they’ll be, but if we’re faster than them, we can reach it before they do.”
“And if s’e’s left some o’ ‘er pets?” Naj’ta spits ‘pets’ like it’s a dirty word.
“Then we’ll kill them,” you say, and you feel an alien smile literally split your face in two. It’s nothing compared to the unnatural, terrifyingly sharp-toothed smile of Naj’ta; human mouths should not stretch like that or fit that many teeth. “Like all the times before. She’ll run out of Soul Gems soon enough.”
Mikaela wakes. Her heart pounds with Urgency, and her face hurts, but she is human, and she remembers.
There isn’t much time.