In the far land of Asxairo, off the distant ruins of the Rovien Sea lives a damnation to the kingdoms. She is something beyond the great bounds of the ancestors and the Gods. She is an unstoppable force and she has a mission to complete.
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Embers of sunlight flickered through the cracked window, a warm wind blowing into the relatively quiet house as the crackles of the fireplace died into the silence.
The scraping of metal meeting the floor was the only sound that echoed through the house as warm tea trickled out of a kettle and into a waiting cup that wasn't broken like the others.
A figure, with long dark hair and green-grey eyes, watched the amber liquid fill up the delicately crafted piece of china that stood still on the polished silver tray that balanced on the small wooden table, her empty stomach growling in hunger.
Besides her, a girl trapped in a deep slumber shifted underneath the knitted blanket that was placed over her body, dirty, scratched boots scraping the floor. Her short dark hair was tied back with a pin, her sword still sitting beside her quietly.
Dreams, visions flickered by the Mind Siphon's eyes, words of the past whispering ancient curses and languages into her ears, arranging a complex code her mind could not possibly decipher. She could feel the sharpened points of her fingers curling into soft, calloused palms as she searched around in the dark abyss she called her own mind to find some answers.
Answers that were supposed to be attached to questions she was supposed to know.
But the more she kept searching, the more emptiness and silence she found and soon she could her conscience slipping away, her body lurching forward to nothing but darkness and shadows. A silver feeling slipped up the Mind Siphon's body, seizing her in a powerful icy grip that constricted all the air out of her lungs.
Then suddenly she was falling, into a dark hole with no way out, the sense of being pulled downward a force she could not deny. She was falling, falling, falling to a seeming end, her eyes shut and her body waiting for the impact that would crush the literal meaning of life out of her body.
But it never came as she kept falling, a voice cooing into the impenetrable darkness.
"Good morning, dear Siphon."
And just like that, emerald-ringed gold eyes fluttered open and life breathed into Onyx's lungs. Her body shifted underneath the blanket, the pain in her body still rattling her bones even as she pressed the palm of her hand against the floor.
The scenery was unfamiliar, trapped inside a cottage too small with a fireplace to wide and furniture that looked like it was sewn together by a bunch of little children. Several pieces of art hung around the rather dull and gray walls, attempting to bring it to life with masterpieces of flowers and beautiful butterflies flying around a winter meadow.
But the whole setting was too depressing and the colors on the paintings at the end of the day wasn't enough to conjure some life in the dreary scene.
"Go away, Rheynoak." The Mind Siphon groaned, the back of her head throbbing even as she made contact with a soft pillow placed on the ground to support her.
