[00] ~The Dream~
It was a warm spring night in a valley filled with beautiful white lilies swaying gently in a breeze, surrounded by dark blue mountains that kept the area untouched by many humans. He felt no breeze, however, nor did he smell the fragrant lilies as they danced, for his full attention was to the lone woman that stood before him.
She had platinum hair ... silken strands that seemed never to tangle even once, though her body seemed awash with light, nearly blinding in its almost disturbingly pure radiance. She had eyes of a deep, shocking blue that pierced like a bird of prey, though they were now widened with worry. Panic, even. Pale, lovely lips were moving, words he could not hear being uttered beneath her breath. The woman did not seem to regard him, stooping down to move the flowers aside, feverishly searching for something. What was she looking for...? Why didn't she see him?
A glint appeared in his hand, and he looked down. A simple, almost cheap-looking earring had found its way into his hand. He lifted it closer to his eyes to get a better look, and found the jewel to be carved into an icy blue heart, small words etched into it. 'Not yours!'
An overwhelming anger filled his mind, and before he could realize his actions, the object was crushed in his hand, reducing it to dust. The small crunch he expected was instead a loud, booming crack, the valley around him shattering into a thousand pieces, the shards melting into a ball of a molten lead color atop his outstretched hand. Voices whispered around him as the ball melted once more, forming into a grand double-bladed weapon almost as large as he, awesome power flowing through his body and warming his blood. A chilling whisper in one ear uttered, 'Gungnir...'
Before he could ask what the word meant, he felt a sharp, cold feeling pierce between his shoulder blades and out through his chest, a warm splash of blood hitting him in the face. His own blood. The tip of a longsword had seemed to sprout from his chest.
His strength left him before he could look and identify who it was that stabbed him, the voice behind him muddled to an inhuman growl. As his sight faded, his eyes growing glassy, those damned words met his ears.
"Not yours..."
She had platinum hair ... silken strands that seemed never to tangle even once, though her body seemed awash with light, nearly blinding in its almost disturbingly pure radiance. She had eyes of a deep, shocking blue that pierced like a bird of prey, though they were now widened with worry. Panic, even. Pale, lovely lips were moving, words he could not hear being uttered beneath her breath. The woman did not seem to regard him, stooping down to move the flowers aside, feverishly searching for something. What was she looking for...? Why didn't she see him?
A glint appeared in his hand, and he looked down. A simple, almost cheap-looking earring had found its way into his hand. He lifted it closer to his eyes to get a better look, and found the jewel to be carved into an icy blue heart, small words etched into it. 'Not yours!'
An overwhelming anger filled his mind, and before he could realize his actions, the object was crushed in his hand, reducing it to dust. The small crunch he expected was instead a loud, booming crack, the valley around him shattering into a thousand pieces, the shards melting into a ball of a molten lead color atop his outstretched hand. Voices whispered around him as the ball melted once more, forming into a grand double-bladed weapon almost as large as he, awesome power flowing through his body and warming his blood. A chilling whisper in one ear uttered, 'Gungnir...'
Before he could ask what the word meant, he felt a sharp, cold feeling pierce between his shoulder blades and out through his chest, a warm splash of blood hitting him in the face. His own blood. The tip of a longsword had seemed to sprout from his chest.
His strength left him before he could look and identify who it was that stabbed him, the voice behind him muddled to an inhuman growl. As his sight faded, his eyes growing glassy, those damned words met his ears.
"Not yours..."