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The Cast Outs Meet; Winter only
Topic Started: Oct 26 2005, 01:36 AM (69 Views)
Kryptic Rain
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The blood pounded in Autumn’s head as she stumbled through the lowest level of the cave, her current hiding place and sanctuary. Usually it was far enough away from people that their emotions didn’t effect her and cause her to either pass out or experience terrible pain. For some reason however a very intense emotion was either very close to her or very strong and the pain that throbbed through her defenseless mind was more excruciating then words could describe.

The type of emotion that was causing the pain didn’t help much either. Anger… anger always hurt the most. Beyond that, her throbbing mind couldn’t decipher much else. For some reason however, she kept getting the strong impression that some, if not all, of the anger was directed towards Teo. An agonized cry of pain was wrenched from her mouth as one sharp blast of anger sent her to her knees, hands clutching her aching head. Curled into a small ball on the cave floor, Autumn began to rock, tears rolling down her cheeks and splattering on the cold stone.

For weeks she’d trailed Cyra, her clone and sometimes mortal-enemy, but her constantly increasing powers of empathy started to drive her away from people and their emotions. Cyra had had a very strong telepathic and empathic connection with Teo but never anything nearly as powerful as what Autumn had somehow ended up with. And since Cyra had never need to know how to create barriers in her mind to protect herself from unwanted emotions of others, Autumn didn’t know how to either. Luckily for Autumn, her powers had been semi-slow in manifesting themselves and this had given her time to escape to a place of refuge.

Now her refuge was being invaded, leaving Autumn crippled with pain as wave after wave of angry emotions crashed over her. Clinging desperately to consciousness, Autumn tried to wait out the onslaught of emotions but was finding it more and more difficult not to give into the blackness that was already creeping around the outside of her vision. With one small inward sigh of acceptance, Autumn let the blackness swallow her and wipe out the pain.

Autumn’s body went limp as unconsciousness claimed her and she sprawled face first across the cave floor. The rough ground cut her chin and right cheek as they connected with the hard rock and a bruise began to form over her right eye. Small holes were in her palms where her nails had dug in when her hands had been clenched into fists. For now though… she was peaceful and pain free.




"Winter, wait!"

He had backed away from them, in agony...he knew, that despite his mental link with his alter, he - they - could never understand what it meant to see her with him...to see them...knowing it could be no other way...

When Teo had called to her, Cyra, 'Beloved, I come'...he had echoed, witthout thought...only to realise, as he fought for her...that it was true...

...and could never be...

He lifted in an explosion of grey and white feathers...his whole being one howl of fury and longing and desperate pain...

He hated them! He could not bear -

She had sown the wind in his cold heart, that he had thought untouchable...he had reaped the whirlwind....it tore him apart.

No amulet could rematerialise what was shredding within him...

He could still hear them...they knew, wanted to console him...their very touch would kill him from grief...his only refuge from a torture rivalling Morgana's, was the same weapon he had had then...

Rage...

It radiated, a shield spinning outward...he was unaware of anything but that, and the cold stone above him, that he was driven to...the all too solid shield of earth...the succession caves.

He had forbidden Teo them, his favorite place apart from the memorial, and had taken them for his own...but he could not even rejoice in this victory, for he knew, more deeply than he could acknowledge, that Teo had given them up, not out of weakness...but out of love....

Defeated at every turn!

He did not even aim for the cave mouth, dematerialising before he slammed into the cliff-face, going deep..he had gone thru five of the seven-cave system, before he heard the scream...he hovered surprised next to the gaping hole an explosion had once left...

Someone else , in HIS home! He radiated a numbing fear to drive them away, but felt ...nothing...

Cautious, he drifted insubstantial, to where he thought he had felt the familiar trace...to cave one, the last and smallest, deep, deep in the mouintainside...

To a girl...

...no...how...he had just left them...he realised to see this..to see her..alone...was worse than what had come before....

He had lost control of the amulet, somehow... the wings heavy as lead, the whole mountains weight seemed lodged within...

He tried to run, stumbled, fell...barely made it to cave six, which was barely a rim around an abysmal hole leading how far down, no one remembered...

If he lost his balance, just so...

...how long would it take, to die?

He fell, against the rim, hard, scraping chin and cheek...a small outcropping cupped him, like the palm of a hand and he cried, who had never cried before......not the soundless ragged breaths of his alter, but howls ripped from the earth of his body...tears hot, like ashes...

Cruel joke! Cruel reminder of what could not be...what should never have been! He was an accident of malevolent magic, a being, who did not exist, had no right to...and he had fled her, only to find her image here in his only safe place...

How could there be a God, for this to be?
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He did not know how long it had been, before he rose...the wings were gone, but he felt a pull, a need, and blindly followed, back down to cave one...

She was still there, still unconscious.

He felt drained, empty...he crouched by her, hungry, for what, he was afraid to name...but he could not stop looking at her...

...to see her hurt like that, angered him...

Anger, he knew...

He needed answers...asleep, she could not give them.

He found a damp cloth materialise in his hands...he did not know where it had come from.

He laid it on her forehead, withdrew...the cloth disappeared.

He materialised another...again, it disappeared the moment he withdrew his hand.

He formed another...this time, he held it to her forehead, and waited...

Patience, he also knew...the patience of the ambusher had always been his...




Refreshing coolness washed through Autumn, putting out the fiery pain in her head and the dull throbbing ache at her temples. Slowly, like water leaking through a crack in a cup, Autumn returned to consciousness. The first sensation that the dazed girl became aware of was a cool cloth pressed gently against her head, meaning that someone else was obviously there. Bleary eyes blinked open and struggled to focus through the small remaining pain on the ceiling of the cave.

'What happened?' her groggy mind thought silently, still reorienting Autumn.

Ears flickering slightly to catch even the smallest noise, she was able to pinpoint the other person in the cave with her just by their breathing. Closing her eyes again, she gave a small contended sigh as her head began to clear. Rolling onto her side, away from Winter, Autumn curled her knees under her and lifted her slightly achy body off of the ground.

Forcing her legs and arms to move took more energy then Autumn would have liked but she was still moving better then she usually did right after she regained consciousness. Sitting now, Autumn tilted her head to study the other person in the semi-darkness of the cave. No sooner had her eyes finally locked on Winter before she gave a small squeak and scrambled backwards, bumping up against a wall of the cave.

'No! All my hiding… I can’t.. he can’t… WHY?!' she screamed silently.

Longing and hurt lanced through her at the memories that flooded her mind, reminding her of all that Cyra had and was, everything she would never have or be. Teo… Autumn had spared Cyra’s life because of the pain her death would have caused him. Teo… the one Autumn would do anything to keep safe. Teo… the one person she could never let know of her existence or torment. Eyes shut tight, ears folded back, as if by blocking out the sight and sounds would make the person in front of her disappear.

Warily one dove-gray eye cracked open and in that small sliver of eye all the torment, pain, and utter despair was revealed. Finding Winter still there, Autumn barely chocked out the hysterical sob that seized her. Body shaking like a tree in a gale, Autumn still tried to stand and run, to distance herself from the one she believed was Teo. Her unsteady feet, a combination of her recent regaining of consciousness and her almost-hysteria, betrayed her and she sprawled across the cave floor.

Her feelings of horror and terror flooded the cave unchecked and unhindered since Autumn lacked the ability to do so. Glancing briefly over her shoulder, something about the person who’d patiently held a cool cloth to her head struck her as different from Teo. Freezing where she was, her knees and the palms of her hands of the cave floor, she studied him. Finally she took a deep breath before voicing her question.

"Who are you?" She was no more then seven feet away as she said this, all of her attempts at flight having gotten her nowhere.
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