Post by Deleted on May 31, 2014 13:00:00 GMT -5
The attack had taken Elsa by surprise. She hadn't been expecting it, trudging through the mud on what used to be a neatly kept dirt road leading away from the Olympus Coliseum, her arms laden with bags stuffed full of dried meats, crumbly cheeses and a small selection of green vegetables she'd purchased from the bazaar. Hadn't had the time nor the maneuverability to escape it when it came, when they they came -- Heartless, a swarm of over fifty or so, she had guessed. Knights and Shadows formed a small army that leaped out of the shadows cast by the moonless night that hung over the ancient world, led by a creature she'd never seen before -- a massive and perfectly spherical Heartless with devilish horns and a devilish grin that lit up hauntingly small golden eyes. Golden eyes that, the moment they'd latched onto her flowing gown, marked her as its target.
She'd ran. What else could she have done? She was outnumbered, outmatched, dragged down by the weight of the supplies she clutched to her sides like lifelines, their bulks crashing against her sides painfully as she fled towards the airy forest just outside the city, where the troupe had made camp and were eagerly awaiting her return with that night's dinner. And the Shadow Stalker had its eyes on her. It led the pack over the hills at her heels, chains swinging from its curved horns, tongue out and licking nonexistent lips as a jagged mouth carved itself from pure darkness.
For once, she hadn't been afraid to let her magic go.
Ice spilled from the bottoms of her feet onto the earth, leaving a trail behind her that they could track but they were too close to her by the time they'd decided to chase her that it wouldn't make much of a difference. Trees froze in a flash as she passed them, and the air around her condensed, snow falling as if from nowhere. The storm in her chest whirled, picking up on her surprise and her fear and her desperation to get away as her legs carried her, burning and straining, as fast as they could towards the heart of the forest. But it was in the trees she'd lost her advantage -- the Heartless used the slim limbs of the branches to slingshot their way ahead of her, cutting off her mad pursuit with dark bodies that rained down from above.
She'd stopped, eyes wide, spinning back to retreat the way she'd came, only to find the Shadow Stalker inches from her faces, tongue swooping out of its enormous mouth. She threw the bags to the ground, was lifting her hands to throw an Ice Shield up in her defence, her ice already lingering just behind her fingertips--
The tongue found her chin, and didn't stop there. It pulled its way -- slowly, disgustingly, agonizingly -- up her face, leaving her covered in thick, oily slobber. She'd stumbled back, hissing, arms raised, finally, in her defence. The Shadow Stalker had laughed. Laughed and backed away to rejoin the ranks of its underlings before, with a sickening jeer, let them loose on her.
She'd fought them off as well as she could. Ice spikes, Snow Pillars, Flurries, and even Marshmallow emerged to fend off the horde that had, all at once, dived for her chest, after their only prize: her still-beating heart. She'd managed to take out a decent amount of them -- probably around 25, she figured -- before she'd realized what was going on. Her limbs had begun to slow down. It felt as thought her whole body was stiffening, slowly, whole parts of her eventually refusing to obey her commands.
It was too late by the time Elsa connected the dots: too busy with fending off the army of Heartless, she'd let the Shadow Stalker's slobber set into her skin. And it was paralyzing her.
She'd tried to stumble away, kicking the abandoned bags full of food as she stomped, every step a challenge, away, leaving Marshmallow to keep the majority of them at bay. Unfortunately for her, even his massive form didn't last much longer. By the time she'd managed to get out of the thick of it, they'd found her again -- and this time, she'd been helpless to stop them. Their claws tore at her dress, ripping fabric and flesh clean off of her. Knights, smarter than the rest of the horde, used their armoured fists and boots to land heavy blows at her back and against her knees, toppling her into the mud. Downed, but still spreading frost in her panic, they'd converged. Shadows, primal in their behaviour and needs, wasted no time. They clawed at her neck, at her shoulders, at her chest, leaving long, purple marks and bloodied streaks across her front as they hungered for her heart. The Knights batted at her head and kicked at her whenever she tried to get back up or use any of her magic against them.
When she'd been sufficiently torn up and beaten, her forehead laden with bruises and cuts, her chest a criss-crossed mess of slashes and the rest of her bearing a melange of wounds, only then did the Shadow Stalker return to the front lines, its massive tongue licking lips, bright eyes hungry.It laughed and sank its long row of jagged teeth into her side.
She'd screamed.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, Nanaki was shouting at her. Yelling words of wisdom -- to seek help, that Dark wounds were not like those of a blade or a magic spell, that time was of the essence. But how could she do that now? Where could she go? She wouldn't make it back to the city and by the time she did, stumbling and broken, everyone who could possibly care for her would have closed shop and gone home.
Besides, the Shadow Stalker was picking her up with its teeth. She hung, limp, in its jaws, as it faded from that world and into another.
One she'd never seen before. One she could barely see now. Her vision was blurred, images doubled and trailing as she glanced around wildly, seeking any form of escape.
In the end... as it always was, with her, she was her own answer.
Without any conscious thought or action on her part, ice (and not just any ice -- a Snow Queen's Curse, brighter and vaster than ever before) burst from her body, fuelled by her dire circumstances, pounding heart and racing mind that scrambled to find something, anything to hold onto to keep her conscious.
She doubted such magic even worked on creatures as dark as the Heartless, anyway. They didn't have hearts.
It had scared them, though, that much was for sure. Her final act of desperation rewarded her with an unceremonious greeting with the earth once more as the Shadow Stalker squealed and fled, chasing after the legion of minions that had followed it through the Dark Corridor from which it had come, leaving Elsa, broken, beaten and bruised, to die.
Elsa narrowed her eyes.
N- No... she thought weakly, barely able to find the words to say to herself through the agony that wracked every inch of her body. I c- can't... n- not like this...
She whimpered loudly as she shuddered involuntarily, sending pain rippling through her veins.
A- Anna... N- Nanaki, A- A- Antique... s- someone, please...
... No one was coming.
Of course no one was coming. She wasn't even in the same world as her friends anymore. On top of ravaging her, by taking her here, the Shadow Stalker had severed every chance she had of saving herself. Tears sprung to her eyes. She could actually die here, alone, full of pain and sadness and despair, in a world she didn't know, most likely to be found by people she didn't know long after she could still be saved.
No...
She frowned. Slowly, painfully, she wiped the tears from her eyes. Forced herself, whimpering, into a sitting position. Her hair, frayed and undone, tumbled messily over her shoulders in a long, blonde curtain.
No. Stand up, Elsa. You have to find help...
She obeyed herself, even if every inch of her screamed in protest. She could barely see through the haze that had invaded her vision. Every step became a stumble as the wounds on her head screwed with her sense of balance and sent her tumbling every which way. The world spun as her wounds leaked and her remaining strength fought furiously to combat her agony and exhaustion. She crawled through a pair of towering wooden gates that stood open before her, leading to some kind of giant, brightly lit amusement park -- or at least, that's what she knew to call it. She'd never seen one before, but some of the others had... they'd explained the concept to her one night, around the fire, telling her all about the rides, the candy and the fun they'd had visiting carnivals in their own towns.
Elsa forced herself onward. The journey through the park presented itself to her as if it were a slideshow in her mind. One moment, she was stood in front of a great, spinning wheel dotted with lights and carrying chairs around and around in tall circles up to the sky; the next, she was collapsed against a fountain, splashing water onto her face and sipping it thirstily from her palms; then she was inside a dark room full of mirrors, desperately searching for any signs of life, any breaths or whispers of people, friend or foe, she didn't care which, that might help her -- or, at the very least, witness the life leave her eyes -- eyes that weren't her own, staring back at her -- as whatever pitiful amount of strength remained would carry her to only one more place.
She didn't even remember how she found it. How she ended up on her knees before the gaping entrance to the big-top, the Pleasure Circus. The lights that flashed around the glittering name piece only seemed to daze her, her eyes unable to focus on any of the letters. The world was becoming a mess of colour and light and smeared images, with darkness closing in from the sides. The last of her strength was fading away... her wounds were too severe and she had pushed herself far too much, dragging herself around the compound in her desperate, last-ditch effort to find someone who could help her.
"H- h- help... me... p- please..."
She managed to blurt out the words one more time as her world spun violently. She collapsed in the entrance of the tent, her eyes staring up through the encroaching darkness in her vision as a shadow moved somewhere in the distance. Hope sparked in her chest, a smile tried to slip onto her lips...
And then, right as the darkness fired out to the centre of her eyes, she saw the face of the man who'd come to her rescue.
All hope fled with her vision.
It was Kefka.
She lost consciousness...
... with the knowledge that, perhaps, she might never regain it again.
She'd ran. What else could she have done? She was outnumbered, outmatched, dragged down by the weight of the supplies she clutched to her sides like lifelines, their bulks crashing against her sides painfully as she fled towards the airy forest just outside the city, where the troupe had made camp and were eagerly awaiting her return with that night's dinner. And the Shadow Stalker had its eyes on her. It led the pack over the hills at her heels, chains swinging from its curved horns, tongue out and licking nonexistent lips as a jagged mouth carved itself from pure darkness.
For once, she hadn't been afraid to let her magic go.
Ice spilled from the bottoms of her feet onto the earth, leaving a trail behind her that they could track but they were too close to her by the time they'd decided to chase her that it wouldn't make much of a difference. Trees froze in a flash as she passed them, and the air around her condensed, snow falling as if from nowhere. The storm in her chest whirled, picking up on her surprise and her fear and her desperation to get away as her legs carried her, burning and straining, as fast as they could towards the heart of the forest. But it was in the trees she'd lost her advantage -- the Heartless used the slim limbs of the branches to slingshot their way ahead of her, cutting off her mad pursuit with dark bodies that rained down from above.
She'd stopped, eyes wide, spinning back to retreat the way she'd came, only to find the Shadow Stalker inches from her faces, tongue swooping out of its enormous mouth. She threw the bags to the ground, was lifting her hands to throw an Ice Shield up in her defence, her ice already lingering just behind her fingertips--
The tongue found her chin, and didn't stop there. It pulled its way -- slowly, disgustingly, agonizingly -- up her face, leaving her covered in thick, oily slobber. She'd stumbled back, hissing, arms raised, finally, in her defence. The Shadow Stalker had laughed. Laughed and backed away to rejoin the ranks of its underlings before, with a sickening jeer, let them loose on her.
She'd fought them off as well as she could. Ice spikes, Snow Pillars, Flurries, and even Marshmallow emerged to fend off the horde that had, all at once, dived for her chest, after their only prize: her still-beating heart. She'd managed to take out a decent amount of them -- probably around 25, she figured -- before she'd realized what was going on. Her limbs had begun to slow down. It felt as thought her whole body was stiffening, slowly, whole parts of her eventually refusing to obey her commands.
It was too late by the time Elsa connected the dots: too busy with fending off the army of Heartless, she'd let the Shadow Stalker's slobber set into her skin. And it was paralyzing her.
She'd tried to stumble away, kicking the abandoned bags full of food as she stomped, every step a challenge, away, leaving Marshmallow to keep the majority of them at bay. Unfortunately for her, even his massive form didn't last much longer. By the time she'd managed to get out of the thick of it, they'd found her again -- and this time, she'd been helpless to stop them. Their claws tore at her dress, ripping fabric and flesh clean off of her. Knights, smarter than the rest of the horde, used their armoured fists and boots to land heavy blows at her back and against her knees, toppling her into the mud. Downed, but still spreading frost in her panic, they'd converged. Shadows, primal in their behaviour and needs, wasted no time. They clawed at her neck, at her shoulders, at her chest, leaving long, purple marks and bloodied streaks across her front as they hungered for her heart. The Knights batted at her head and kicked at her whenever she tried to get back up or use any of her magic against them.
When she'd been sufficiently torn up and beaten, her forehead laden with bruises and cuts, her chest a criss-crossed mess of slashes and the rest of her bearing a melange of wounds, only then did the Shadow Stalker return to the front lines, its massive tongue licking lips, bright eyes hungry.It laughed and sank its long row of jagged teeth into her side.
She'd screamed.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, Nanaki was shouting at her. Yelling words of wisdom -- to seek help, that Dark wounds were not like those of a blade or a magic spell, that time was of the essence. But how could she do that now? Where could she go? She wouldn't make it back to the city and by the time she did, stumbling and broken, everyone who could possibly care for her would have closed shop and gone home.
Besides, the Shadow Stalker was picking her up with its teeth. She hung, limp, in its jaws, as it faded from that world and into another.
One she'd never seen before. One she could barely see now. Her vision was blurred, images doubled and trailing as she glanced around wildly, seeking any form of escape.
In the end... as it always was, with her, she was her own answer.
Without any conscious thought or action on her part, ice (and not just any ice -- a Snow Queen's Curse, brighter and vaster than ever before) burst from her body, fuelled by her dire circumstances, pounding heart and racing mind that scrambled to find something, anything to hold onto to keep her conscious.
She doubted such magic even worked on creatures as dark as the Heartless, anyway. They didn't have hearts.
It had scared them, though, that much was for sure. Her final act of desperation rewarded her with an unceremonious greeting with the earth once more as the Shadow Stalker squealed and fled, chasing after the legion of minions that had followed it through the Dark Corridor from which it had come, leaving Elsa, broken, beaten and bruised, to die.
Elsa narrowed her eyes.
N- No... she thought weakly, barely able to find the words to say to herself through the agony that wracked every inch of her body. I c- can't... n- not like this...
She whimpered loudly as she shuddered involuntarily, sending pain rippling through her veins.
A- Anna... N- Nanaki, A- A- Antique... s- someone, please...
... No one was coming.
Of course no one was coming. She wasn't even in the same world as her friends anymore. On top of ravaging her, by taking her here, the Shadow Stalker had severed every chance she had of saving herself. Tears sprung to her eyes. She could actually die here, alone, full of pain and sadness and despair, in a world she didn't know, most likely to be found by people she didn't know long after she could still be saved.
No...
She frowned. Slowly, painfully, she wiped the tears from her eyes. Forced herself, whimpering, into a sitting position. Her hair, frayed and undone, tumbled messily over her shoulders in a long, blonde curtain.
No. Stand up, Elsa. You have to find help...
She obeyed herself, even if every inch of her screamed in protest. She could barely see through the haze that had invaded her vision. Every step became a stumble as the wounds on her head screwed with her sense of balance and sent her tumbling every which way. The world spun as her wounds leaked and her remaining strength fought furiously to combat her agony and exhaustion. She crawled through a pair of towering wooden gates that stood open before her, leading to some kind of giant, brightly lit amusement park -- or at least, that's what she knew to call it. She'd never seen one before, but some of the others had... they'd explained the concept to her one night, around the fire, telling her all about the rides, the candy and the fun they'd had visiting carnivals in their own towns.
Elsa forced herself onward. The journey through the park presented itself to her as if it were a slideshow in her mind. One moment, she was stood in front of a great, spinning wheel dotted with lights and carrying chairs around and around in tall circles up to the sky; the next, she was collapsed against a fountain, splashing water onto her face and sipping it thirstily from her palms; then she was inside a dark room full of mirrors, desperately searching for any signs of life, any breaths or whispers of people, friend or foe, she didn't care which, that might help her -- or, at the very least, witness the life leave her eyes -- eyes that weren't her own, staring back at her -- as whatever pitiful amount of strength remained would carry her to only one more place.
She didn't even remember how she found it. How she ended up on her knees before the gaping entrance to the big-top, the Pleasure Circus. The lights that flashed around the glittering name piece only seemed to daze her, her eyes unable to focus on any of the letters. The world was becoming a mess of colour and light and smeared images, with darkness closing in from the sides. The last of her strength was fading away... her wounds were too severe and she had pushed herself far too much, dragging herself around the compound in her desperate, last-ditch effort to find someone who could help her.
"H- h- help... me... p- please..."
She managed to blurt out the words one more time as her world spun violently. She collapsed in the entrance of the tent, her eyes staring up through the encroaching darkness in her vision as a shadow moved somewhere in the distance. Hope sparked in her chest, a smile tried to slip onto her lips...
And then, right as the darkness fired out to the centre of her eyes, she saw the face of the man who'd come to her rescue.
All hope fled with her vision.
It was Kefka.
She lost consciousness...
... with the knowledge that, perhaps, she might never regain it again.