Post by Kina Atese on Feb 16, 2015 13:38:27 GMT -5
It was a torture she had never felt before, a pain she never even knew existed in the world. It didn't exist in the world, it only existed in Hell. That was where Kina had been taken, where she had been thrust the moment her prone form had been sacrificed by the witch. It was by the grace of Misha that she had survived at all and it was in her name that she withstood the agony the Witch-Queen had wrought upon her.
Kina did not know how long had passed, or if she was even still alive but one day, the pain stopped. The agony that had touched the very core of her being diminished, and she felt free again. There was a touch of a breeze upon her cheek, the scent of freshly fallen snow; she was damp, wet, cold. It was glorious - even if she had no idea where she was. It took some time for her eye sight to return, to be able to walk on her own, even to feed herself: it was like being a newborn again. Only this time she did not have a tail, or a father who was ashamed of her, she only had the whispered love of the Lady of the Mists, of her God and Mistress, of the one being she loved more than life itself.
She did not really understand what had happened, why she had been returned; mostly, why she had been returned as an elf - of all things. There was a deep seeded hatred that burned in her stomach for the entire race and now, here she was, one of them; the demonic taint of her mother was gone, the hold of the She-Devil forever severed. "Why?" She asked the Voice in her mind one day, to which she received the reply: "Loyalty." It was enough for her to take up her swords again, to begin her training again. It did not take her long to remember how to move with the blade, how to counter each on coming enemies blows; her magic was different, it was new but she found that she had a firmer grasp on it now, more so than ever before.
The anger that had once burned for the people of her father still burned, only brighter like a star in the midnight sky and it was aimed at one single individual: Maereth. Though she had never trusted the drow, she had foolishly turned her back on him, which gave him the opportunity - not only to betray her, but to blacken her soul beyond any real comprehension. It was only the will of Misha, the Goddess they both served, that stayed her hand. "You can hurt him, but you cannot kill him." Kina knew anguish like no other, what was he to her Goddess, to the Mistress she had devoted her entire life to? "Amusing, delicious." Came the Voice's reply, and Kina was left with no choice but to live with her Goddesses wishes. "I will give you one night, and one day."
The voice fell quiet, leaving Kina alone in her head; alone in the world. It took her some time to realize where she was: Kullyr, of all places. She had never been there before, never walked its paths, or traveled its skies. The forests called to her though, and it was in them that she found her refuge for the time being, it gave her time to think, time to plot and time to create a revenge that was fitting for what he had done to her. Then, she decided, she was going to return to her work, her lives blood, her devotion. Her Lady of the Mists.
The anger that had once burned for the people of her father still burned, only brighter like a star in the midnight sky and it was aimed at one single individual: Maereth. Though she had never trusted the drow, she had foolishly turned her back on him, which gave him the opportunity - not only to betray her, but to blacken her soul beyond any real comprehension. It was only the will of Misha, the Goddess they both served, that stayed her hand. "You can hurt him, but you cannot kill him." Kina knew anguish like no other, what was he to her Goddess, to the Mistress she had devoted her entire life to? "Amusing, delicious." Came the Voice's reply, and Kina was left with no choice but to live with her Goddesses wishes. "I will give you one night, and one day."
The voice fell quiet, leaving Kina alone in her head; alone in the world. It took her some time to realize where she was: Kullyr, of all places. She had never been there before, never walked its paths, or traveled its skies. The forests called to her though, and it was in them that she found her refuge for the time being, it gave her time to think, time to plot and time to create a revenge that was fitting for what he had done to her. Then, she decided, she was going to return to her work, her lives blood, her devotion. Her Lady of the Mists.