[size=12]"The gods did not reveal, from the beginning, all things to us." - Xenophanes[/size][/b]
[size=16]Stumbling into the glow of the fire in a solitary hearth, Cieara looked around. Towering walls rose upwards into darkness while above it looked as if all the night-realm stars were sparkling. The ceiling was made of some sort of scrying glass that brought the heavens close. Yet, she didn't see anyone waiting for them. Fingers pushed damp auburn curls from her brow and she looked over as Julian helped her brother sink down to rest against the door jamb.
From the fingers of shadows, chairs took form and shape and this sent Cieara wheeling about. ?So, ye be wanting me here, perhaps ye should be showing yeself eh?? Her outburst did not resound within the chamber as one might expect, but almost seemed to be soaked up by the bordering darkness.
Under her breath Sorcha leaned to the smaller elf with her words pitched lower. ?This be the lands of the Gods Cieara. Perhaps ye should be a bit more?polite.? Was the offered suggestion.
It was, however, futile as Cieara wasn't happy. Her brother was suffering and all because he had agreed to come along on this adventure. Had they not tinkered with her via their foul magics, he wouldn't be suffering so now, because simply put, she wouldn't have even come. Her patience was reaching a limit. ?All this force and fuss and there is nae anyone here Sorcha. I am nae fond of being used and then left dangling. Magic!? The last word loaded with disgust as she moved towards her brother.
?I am sorry for the delay.? Words designed to sooth drifted honey smooth around the darkened room. From one bleak black corner a female form emerged. Everyone turned in that direction, weapons coming easily to the groups hands and at the ready. Cieara and Julian stepped in front of Daniel, who was in no condition to defend himself. The newcomer took in the collection of individuals that had accompanied Cieara, her glittering gaze resting upon Daniel the longest.
Cieara motioned towards her brother, her manners forgotten in the moment. ?Can you help him Lady? I nae know who placed blocks upon his memory but I would ask ye aid him. They be killing him.?
?I recall Daniel's last visit in my home. It was nae I that did such a thing.? One moment she was standing across the room, and the next kneeling beside Daniel where he sat upon the onyx black floor, fingers gently touching his brow. Julian blinked as he spun to look back, having not seen anyone move quite like that. ?I think this be the work of Star. He will nae like me interfering, which I care not about actually. Tell me Daniel, do ye mind me tinkering about ye brain for a moment??
To his credit, Daniel managed to offer a tight wan smile to the Goddess of Shadow. ?Why not, everyone else seems to have.? He winced, eyes screwing closed for the moment. His voice lost the sarcastic edge, replaced by an almost whimper. ?Please. My skull feels like it?s about to split open.?
?I will remove the barrier, but I shall make it so the memories will return at a slower pace to nae overwhelm ye.? Sparks danced upon the pads of her fingers as she brushed them across his brow. ?It will take a day or so before ye can recall all what was hidden.? Under her ministrations the pain eased and the tension in his shoulders relaxed. Cieara sighed with relief as well. Slowly the others lowered their weapons as they realized Daniel was recovering.
?Better Daniel?? The dark-haired woman asked with her starry gaze inspecting his form. A faint smile lurked upon the elegant soot smudged features as she rose back up, and this time her attentions fell upon the younger DeAuster even before Daniel could reply. ?Is he with you??
?Who?? The question catching Cieara off guard, as another wince danced across her features. Something was happening. Her sentinels were screaming and it felt as if the shadows were warping and writhing in an unseen grip.
Torn from the comforting shade that held them were several forms. At whatever silent command given, those that followed Cieara, Sorcha, Julian and even Lorcain and Daniel were stripped from the darkness and left to stand bare in the cavernous hall of the Goddess.
Sorcha had the most, and she found herself surrounded by six figures, clutching at her as small confused children might. They huddled, trembling against her in what could only be called terror. They had been left cold and vulnerable, having been ripped from the world they knew. The very lands of shadow was shaken with a rippling of energy that would be felt by shadowmelders across the world of Carowyn, a snap and crack of a clashing of inter-dimensional realms.
In the midst of all the various shades of gray, one stood clear. Head bent with his gaze rested upon his hands, the color of pale ash, hair black and cerulean eyes that swirled with stardust. Slowly his head lifted and he stared at the Goddess in awe and a touch of bewilderment. [/size]