In The Beginning....
OnlineHost: *** You are in "Symbok Keep". ***
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BlindHope: ::slowly leads him to large frame of her old house, the whole land covered with ashes and
BlindHope: weeds::
I7aeth: ::looks around, imagining what this place once was::
BlindHope: ::bites her bottom lip as she looks around herself, the whole meadows grass grown over and
BlindHope: shaggy:: kind of a depressing place, huh?
I7aeth: ::nods slowly:: Just like home...
BlindHope: ::sighs and runs a hand through her hair:: now if I remember right..
BlindHope: ::turns to her right and slowly walks over to a burned down fence, barely standing on it's
BlindHope: own::
I7aeth: ::is holding her hand tightly, afraid some of the memories might be too much for her::
BlindHope: ::bites her bottom lip harder as she looks down to the ground where it's clear 4 graves lay:
BlindHope: yup.. this is the place alright..
I7aeth: Do you know which it is?
BlindHope: ::nods and points to the smallest one, the farthest one::
I7aeth: ::kneels beside it:: Did he have a name?
BlindHope: ::shakes her head:: we never named him..my husband believed if it was blonde hair blue eyed
BlindHope: he would be evil and have an evil name..but if it took after him..then he'd be normal..
I7aeth: A stupid viewpoint... he sounds like an arrogant bastard.
BlindHope: yes.. Just because I was near blonde and had Bright Green eyes..
BlindHope: he thought of me as trouble, and never trusted me..but I was forced to marry him.
I7aeth: You can forget about him now... he is dead.
BlindHope: trust me.. I try..
I7aeth: ::brushes the overgrowth away from the little grave::
I7aeth: ::looks to her:: If you don't want to see... turn your head, darlin.
BlindHope: no. it's alright.. I can take it. ::sighs deeply::
I7aeth: ::draws his blade and loosens the dirt with it::
BlindHope: ::watches him closely, mostly him more then his actions::
I7aeth: ::brushes the dirt away from tiny little bones, very carefully::
I7aeth: ::slowly uncovers the undeveloped fetus's skeleton:: It is old enough to survive out of the
I7aeth: womb
BlindHope: ::sighs deeply and sits down indian style just in case she faints by it all::
BlindHope: well.. if only it last about 2 more weeks, it would of been 9 months..
I7aeth: ::nods:: That's enough... ::brushes away the dirt around them, giving him room to work::
I7aeth: How was the child killed?
BlindHope: I was attacked and stabbed many times in the stomach, causing danger to him.
I7aeth: ::summons his healing power and holds his hands over the skeleton::
I7aeth: ::his eyes glow brightly as the power builds up strength inside him::
I7aeth: ::touches the bones, the age melting from them so that they start to look white and new::
BlindHope: ::bites her bottom lip, kind of harshly, but not noticing it as she watches::
I7aeth: ::his power analyzes the child's dna, and starts to slowly, reluctantly rebuild the flesh::
I7aeth: ::tiny tendons wrap around the bones, organs reform... he is obviously straining himself::
I7aeth: ::his body shakes all over, but he doesn't let up... ::
I7aeth: ::lifts the fetus up, touching it all over, everywhere he touches is covered with pale skin:
I7aeth: ::cries out... overworking the power... letting some of his own life energy drain into the
I7aeth: child::
BlindHope: ::smacks her mun upside the head for answering the phone then looks nervously back to him::
I7aeth: ::rubs the child to generate warmth... lets some of his blood transfuse into the little body
I7aeth: ::pushes on the little heart, forcing it to beat... pulls the unbron's soul back into its bo
I7aeth: dy... sweeps his hands over its chest and it breathes his first breath::
I7aeth: ::collapses next to the child, holding his heart::
BlindHope: ::her body shakes nervously as small tears begin to fall from her eyes::
I7aeth: ::there is no strength left in his body... but he manages to hold the child to him::
BlindHope: ::somewhat half stands and rushes over to his side and kneels next to him, searching her
BlindHope: mind for what to say, still full of shock::
I7aeth: Little one... ::summons his shapeshifting powers, which go to work on the little baby,
I7aeth: reforming his face and body so that they resemble both his mother, and Death::
I7aeth: ::with this done he falls back, the baby lying on his chest... it starts to cry::
BlindHope: :;falls back on her arse by the noise of the cry, her heart skipping a beat by it::
I7aeth: ::slowly opens his eyes... his voice very weak, his body bereft of strength::
I7aeth: ::there is little life left in him... but he touches the little one's face and calms it::
BlindHope: ::slowly gets back to her knees, her eyes watching both of them, herself almost to afraid to
BlindHope: move anymore::
I7aeth: He will be sick for a while... but he will recover fully... ::his voice barely audible::
I7aeth: Come... look upon.. your son.
BlindHope: ::bends down and kisses his cheek, sending a rush of her power into him, knowing it wont
BlindHope: help much, but it will alittle::
I7aeth: ::smiles a little, and closes his eyes::
BlindHope: ::looks to the little form that lays upon his chest, her bottom lip trembling::
I7aeth: ::the child is pale like death, but not as much so... he has a wips of blonde hair::
I7aeth: (( wisp even ))
BlindHope: ::decides to slowly pick him up, and brings him close to her, trying to control her
BlindHope: trembling::
I7aeth: ::it looks up to her, its lip quivers and it cries a little... its eyes are dark::
I7aeth: ::it blinks its eyes, which are black but not whiteless, and stares up at her::
BlindHope: ::gives a light laugh of greatness as her lips curve into a small smile, with her tears
BlindHope: passing over her cheeks and lips::
I7aeth: ::the child doesn't remotely resemble her husband... it's tiny lips curl back in a baby smil
I7aeth: e
BlindHope: ::darks her bright eyes back to Death, then back to her son::
I7aeth: ::is lying motionless::
I7aeth: ::the baby grasps at a loose strand of her hair with its tiny fingers::
BlindHope: ::moves herself so she sits indian style next to Death, her eyes checking on him::
I7aeth: ::he looks like a tornado hit him... he doesn't appear to be breathing::
BlindHope: ::then looks back to the baby and carresses the top of his head lightly with her fingertips:
I7aeth: ::the baby coos a little... it instantly loves her::
BlindHope: ::places a somewhat free hand on Deaths chest, gives him a small jolt of her energy, no
BlindHope: Worried about him::
BlindHope: ((make that, now not no.))
I7aeth: ::shudders a little from the power, but his seems to have been overexerted and quit::
BlindHope: ::snuggles the baby up to her, to let him know she's still paying attention to him::
I7aeth: ::it smiles again at its mother::
BlindHope: ::whispers softly:: come on Deathy.. dont stop on me now. ::runs her hand down his chest to
BlindHope: his stomach letting her own power rush into him::
I7aeth: ::his body reacts a little...but it doesn't revive him... he is getting colder::
BlindHope: ::bends down and lightly kisses the babys forehead, then sighs deeply, knowing this is going
BlindHope: to take more to bring Death back::
BlindHope: ::places the baby down lightly in her lap, her legs cradling his head as she brings her
BlindHope: other hand to deathy's chest to help her out::
I7aeth: ::it closes its eyes and quickly finds sleep::
I7aeth: ::his face is calm and still... his healing power tries to work, but is too weak to revive h
I7aeth: im::
BlindHope: ::close her eyes and sighs deeply, as she gathers her strength and quickly gives Death a
BlindHope: jolt of her own energy, this one much stronger and longer lasting::
I7aeth: ::she feels his handon hers... he opens his eyes:: Just give me a minute...
BlindHope: ::looks down to him and smiles softly, with alittle nod::
I7aeth: ::lies still a moment more, letting his power build up strength, fueled by hers::
I7aeth: He's beautiful... isn't he...?
BlindHope: ::nods again as she squeezes his hand lightly:: yes.. he is..he takes after you..
BlindHope: ::smiles::
I7aeth: He has my eyes... and your hair... what a beautiful combination...
I7aeth: ::his voice is still very faint, but growing stronger::
BlindHope: ::bends down and kisses his lips lightly, her slightly salty from her tears, the babys body
BlindHope: being craddled even more by her slow movements::
BlindHope: ((Make that her lips slightly salty.))
I7aeth: ::smiles a little::
I7aeth: We'll need to be gentle with him at first, but after a while he will get stronger.
I7aeth: ::smiles again:: He inherited a little of your healing power... I felt that in him.
BlindHope: ::smiles by his words, letting her hand lightly carress his chest::
I7aeth: Are you happy... my love?
BlindHope: ::smiles softer, and sweetly:: very.. I know have the two things I love in the world..
BlindHope: ((now not know. sorry my minds gone tonight.)()
I7aeth: (( :) sok. ))
I7aeth: ::tries to sit up, still weak, but getting it together::
BlindHope: ::glances down to the little one, but speaks to Death:: what are we going to call him?
I7aeth: Hmmm... we'll have to think about that... Do you have a last name you want him to take?
BlindHope: ::shakes her head slowly:: as myself.. I'm still trying to get ride of the last name "Symbok
BlindHope: "
I7aeth: ::brushes his fingers over the sleeping little one, smiling proudly like a new father::
I7aeth: Then would you rather his last name be Death?
BlindHope: if it's alright with you.. I would
BlindHope: ::laughs softly as she gets an idea:: you'd think by the loss of your strength, you had this
I7aeth: ::nods:: i would be honored.