Post by Amy Morrison on Oct 2, 2009 9:31:02 GMT -5
Amy was, in a word, desperate. After what she had seen in the museum, she knew he had to act.
Technically, it was what she hadn't seen in the museum, but that wasn't really important at the moment. What she did know is that the tablet in question held more than just stone carvings...she was, after all, a scientist in that field. She had known of what secrets were guarded there, and it would be terrible should anything get out of hand.
Then again, things had already been put into motion, things that she wouldn't be able to prevent. And so she only had on other option: to fight and return things to the way they were. But just knowing the threats that faced her wouldn't be enough...knowledge is powerful but not a viable weapon she could use in any manifest form. As such, she would need someone to help. Someone, or something, from beyond this world, one that has intimate knowledge of the inner machinations of the tyrants that could begin to plague the world at a moment's notice.
And that's why, on this frigid night, Amy Morrison was standing on the lighthouse pier, gazing out towards the ocean, trying to attune herself to the forces around her.
Duelist Legacies OST: Reaching For a Mystic Friend
The air was chilly tonight, with a harsh wind blowing from the sea into the girl's face. The scent of the briny sea enveloped the area as much as the rolling fog that had settled over the bank, the lighthouse's lamp doing little to pierce the shrouded darkness. Amy took a deep breath and tried to relax her body. She didn't even know if this had any chance of working, but it had as much a shot as anything else she could think of, so why not? She was certainly dressed for the part, wearing a set of white robes with blue trim, with white gloves that sheltered her hands as she got down on her knees and looked out into the inky darkness before whispering her request.
"Spirits of the twilight...I am in need of your aid, to prevent all realms from being destroyed by an evil force. I do not wish for anything other than our survival, but I cannot do it alone...I need a guide, someone I can rely on to help me and others through this difficult trial.
Please, help me...I can't do this alone..."
Amy closed her eyes and waited. It felt like ages she waited, unsure of what to do before she felt something. A warm sensation spread through her body, unlike anything she could accurately describe. It was as if something had reached into her soul and warmed her battered body form the inside out, the soothing aura washing over the girl as she heard a calm voice resonate in her mind.
"Maiden of pure heart, your wish shall be granted. Another pure maiden, gifted with the passion of sea's fury shall serve your guide."
Amy opened her eyes and felt a hand on her shoulder. Turning around, she saw another woman, dressed in green and black, with blue hair and a smile on her face as she faded into the air. She was no longer visible but...
"You will never be alone, my dear...I promise you this." the spirit's voice echoed through Amy's head as she slowly walked back to her office, guided by an unseen hand.
Technically, it was what she hadn't seen in the museum, but that wasn't really important at the moment. What she did know is that the tablet in question held more than just stone carvings...she was, after all, a scientist in that field. She had known of what secrets were guarded there, and it would be terrible should anything get out of hand.
Then again, things had already been put into motion, things that she wouldn't be able to prevent. And so she only had on other option: to fight and return things to the way they were. But just knowing the threats that faced her wouldn't be enough...knowledge is powerful but not a viable weapon she could use in any manifest form. As such, she would need someone to help. Someone, or something, from beyond this world, one that has intimate knowledge of the inner machinations of the tyrants that could begin to plague the world at a moment's notice.
And that's why, on this frigid night, Amy Morrison was standing on the lighthouse pier, gazing out towards the ocean, trying to attune herself to the forces around her.
Duelist Legacies OST: Reaching For a Mystic Friend
The air was chilly tonight, with a harsh wind blowing from the sea into the girl's face. The scent of the briny sea enveloped the area as much as the rolling fog that had settled over the bank, the lighthouse's lamp doing little to pierce the shrouded darkness. Amy took a deep breath and tried to relax her body. She didn't even know if this had any chance of working, but it had as much a shot as anything else she could think of, so why not? She was certainly dressed for the part, wearing a set of white robes with blue trim, with white gloves that sheltered her hands as she got down on her knees and looked out into the inky darkness before whispering her request.
"Spirits of the twilight...I am in need of your aid, to prevent all realms from being destroyed by an evil force. I do not wish for anything other than our survival, but I cannot do it alone...I need a guide, someone I can rely on to help me and others through this difficult trial.
Please, help me...I can't do this alone..."
Amy closed her eyes and waited. It felt like ages she waited, unsure of what to do before she felt something. A warm sensation spread through her body, unlike anything she could accurately describe. It was as if something had reached into her soul and warmed her battered body form the inside out, the soothing aura washing over the girl as she heard a calm voice resonate in her mind.
"Maiden of pure heart, your wish shall be granted. Another pure maiden, gifted with the passion of sea's fury shall serve your guide."
Amy opened her eyes and felt a hand on her shoulder. Turning around, she saw another woman, dressed in green and black, with blue hair and a smile on her face as she faded into the air. She was no longer visible but...
"You will never be alone, my dear...I promise you this." the spirit's voice echoed through Amy's head as she slowly walked back to her office, guided by an unseen hand.
