From the Ashes

From the Ashes: Chapter Twenty-Six

Thousands of Years Ago:

All she could see was nothing. There was no sound, no touch, no tastes, no smells. It was void. It was empty and she screamed though she knew no one could hear her. She could not even hear herself. She would try to move but her body–did she even have one–was made of a weight she could not bear. Perhaps her mind was all that existed now or perhaps just her soul.

At first, she does not understand why she is in this place, but then her mind feels fuzzy before the memories float to the surface. Her family betrayed her and now she sits in eternal nothingness. She doesn't know who she was before this anymore for now she is nothing. Now she is empty. Now she is void.

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Stiles shivers at the first glimpse but quickly settles, a vine caressing his cheek in a soothing rhythm.

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Twenty Five Years Ago:

Someone is searching for her she thinks as she feels a tug but why would they seek her? She is nothing. She is empty. She is void. Their call goes unanswered. 

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Seventeen Years Ago:

A brief blur flashes in front of her. She can't figure out what it is supposed to be. It's the first thing she's seen, since she entered and became nothingness, emptiness and void.

Just as the blur begins to fade, she glimpses two amber eyes and pale skin like moonlight. 

Who are you? She wonders.

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With no idea how much time passes it feels like forever but then she sees the blurs more and more. They show her the passage of time as the amber eyed being with skin like moonlight grows up.

There are times when she senses something isn't quite right and senses the darkness brewing but there's nothing she can do. Right?

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Then the blurs stop, and she feels despair for they were her only companion in the vast expanse of nothingness, emptiness and void.

A lavender shadowy glowing wisp slithers towards her and hovers. It seems to be trying to speak but she doesn't understand it. Then it tries again, this time in a more ancient form of Latin, and she understands.

"Auxilionem tuum postulo. Scintilla in periculo est. Adiuva me, et liberabo te."

She doesn't know if she nods but she feels the promise between them settle like a bond between them and then the lavender wisp is no more. Well not that she can see, but she can feel it somewhere at her core. She can feel it.

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They are calling for her, but they are not using her name. At least it doesn't sound familiar at all. Then again, she doesn't remember who she was before nothingness, emptiness and void.

A pressure builds around her and she's rushing up, up, up and bursts forth. What she sees makes her almost cry. It's the moon child with amber eyes but he's not breathing. A lavender wisp slips into the freezing water and she follows it into the moon child settling in as if this body was her own, but she knows it's not.

The only question is...what now?

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The scent of betrayal is heavy in the air from more than one person. She smells blood and deception as she stares at the building made of brick. It's wrong. It's dark. Where is the–what did the lavender wisp call it?