Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2014 15:36:06 GMT -5
The darkness it was inviying and surprisnglyu wamrt. How long had she been trapped in here? Emer couldn't remember anything besides from the two people she had meet. They had taught her all she knew, it was how she had learned to speak, though she could do so barely. her thoughts though a different matter, the time that she had been kept in this egg had been a blessing it would seem. She had learned different things, the emotions that people felt. Pain, fear, hatred, kindness, love... They all seemed to be connected to one another. The feelings of earth where pouring into her. Though lately it seemed that the hatred had died down, and was replaced with a calm for now. Though the occasional feelings of hatred seemed to flood into her over some things that seemed to be insiginifcatn, such as a toy being taken away, and other things. She ahd no longer been able to find Misaih thoughts, they seemed to stop existing on the earth. The only thing she could imagine is that the woman had either passed away or moved out of her reach.
Suddenly a small cracking sound could be heard on the outside. A small light seemed to be slipping through into her darkness. A small growl escaped the small petite majin as the egg popped open. The timer set on it ringing slightly as she formed into the pink mist. As she reformed into the small being she had once been. She stood there looking around at the small basmenet. It seemed to be abnadoned as dust and cobwebs covered everywhere within this place. The wooden table that Misaih had constantly used, seemed to be ruined and splitting down the sides. The air was full of a dusty taste, and had a sort of musty smell that made the pores on her body tingle and feel like they had began to clog. Letting a small white smoke exude from her pores, she could feel her breathing getting a tad bit better. Walking up towards the wooden doors, the flash backs of her past seemed to flood her memories. These things had kept her hidden down here for years upon years...
Reaching up the wood seemed to be splinted and decaying, due to time and corosion her small fingers planting softly against them, she let out a small burst of ki and air, with a small "Ha!" The boards shattered up onto the upper floor with a small screaming and loud eerier sound as it skidded across the floor. Her eyes seemed to take a minute to adjust from the lighter darkness, into the bright open sky, as she could see the roof of the old house had collapsed and fallen in. The sunlight was bright and hurt her eyes as she looked up at it. Placing her hand across her eyes she looked back down at the wreckage, there hadn't been much left of the house it seemed. Walking around the debris and seeing things destroyed as they where, brought small tears to the Majins eyes. Her fondest memories where in this place, at least the one's she cared to remember...
Slowly rising into the air she looked around at the second floor. Seriah and her bedroom seemed to be bare, the floor still intact, but nothing remained inside of them. There was only a small doll, that Seriah had when she was younger. Emer reached down looking at the thing, she remembered Seriah saying Emer looked like this thing. Shifting her body, and contorting it, she took on the appearance of the small doll. A black small piece of clothing formed over her chest. The tight white shorts seemed to grow on their own to cover her. As Masiah put it, this was just common curtosy. Turning her attention back to the opened door, Emer had no clue on what she was going to do now. It wasn't like she could go back to that time, and now that her true master had died... She knew of nothing left to do in this world... She could try to find Misaih but she would probably just trick the girl again and seal her away.
Reaching down towards an old dust covered curtain Emer threw the small cloth over her shoulders and began to walk away from the rotted house. Once she was far enough away she turned around to face it, a small blast seemed to form in her hand. Her years of being imprisoned had allowed her to watch and observe how people did this. How to control her ki through their thoughts. Letting it go, the white ki like ball flew towards the house. First it sounded as if a shotgun had gone off when it hit, but then soon the flames began to rage through the house as it began to catch on fire... "Where to now..." She found herself asking no one in particular but herself. There wasn't much around that she could do honestly, she didn't have a way...
The reason she was created so long ago faded away from existence, and she didn't have a clue on what else she was to do... Master... She needed to find a new master... That single thought seemed to fill her mind... 'To find an existence you must first find a master... Or something that keeps your interest...' Shaking her head slightly the young girl seemed to have tears again. Why was it every time she thought of that word, she began to cry... Maybe it was because she was missing a part of her existence, and that it was slowly eating away at her. Suddenly she rose into the ground speeding off in no particular direction, all she wanted to do, was get away from here... Her thoughts ringing. 'Someone... Anyone... Help me...' Was all she could think about.
Suddenly a small cracking sound could be heard on the outside. A small light seemed to be slipping through into her darkness. A small growl escaped the small petite majin as the egg popped open. The timer set on it ringing slightly as she formed into the pink mist. As she reformed into the small being she had once been. She stood there looking around at the small basmenet. It seemed to be abnadoned as dust and cobwebs covered everywhere within this place. The wooden table that Misaih had constantly used, seemed to be ruined and splitting down the sides. The air was full of a dusty taste, and had a sort of musty smell that made the pores on her body tingle and feel like they had began to clog. Letting a small white smoke exude from her pores, she could feel her breathing getting a tad bit better. Walking up towards the wooden doors, the flash backs of her past seemed to flood her memories. These things had kept her hidden down here for years upon years...
Reaching up the wood seemed to be splinted and decaying, due to time and corosion her small fingers planting softly against them, she let out a small burst of ki and air, with a small "Ha!" The boards shattered up onto the upper floor with a small screaming and loud eerier sound as it skidded across the floor. Her eyes seemed to take a minute to adjust from the lighter darkness, into the bright open sky, as she could see the roof of the old house had collapsed and fallen in. The sunlight was bright and hurt her eyes as she looked up at it. Placing her hand across her eyes she looked back down at the wreckage, there hadn't been much left of the house it seemed. Walking around the debris and seeing things destroyed as they where, brought small tears to the Majins eyes. Her fondest memories where in this place, at least the one's she cared to remember...
Slowly rising into the air she looked around at the second floor. Seriah and her bedroom seemed to be bare, the floor still intact, but nothing remained inside of them. There was only a small doll, that Seriah had when she was younger. Emer reached down looking at the thing, she remembered Seriah saying Emer looked like this thing. Shifting her body, and contorting it, she took on the appearance of the small doll. A black small piece of clothing formed over her chest. The tight white shorts seemed to grow on their own to cover her. As Masiah put it, this was just common curtosy. Turning her attention back to the opened door, Emer had no clue on what she was going to do now. It wasn't like she could go back to that time, and now that her true master had died... She knew of nothing left to do in this world... She could try to find Misaih but she would probably just trick the girl again and seal her away.
Reaching down towards an old dust covered curtain Emer threw the small cloth over her shoulders and began to walk away from the rotted house. Once she was far enough away she turned around to face it, a small blast seemed to form in her hand. Her years of being imprisoned had allowed her to watch and observe how people did this. How to control her ki through their thoughts. Letting it go, the white ki like ball flew towards the house. First it sounded as if a shotgun had gone off when it hit, but then soon the flames began to rage through the house as it began to catch on fire... "Where to now..." She found herself asking no one in particular but herself. There wasn't much around that she could do honestly, she didn't have a way...
The reason she was created so long ago faded away from existence, and she didn't have a clue on what else she was to do... Master... She needed to find a new master... That single thought seemed to fill her mind... 'To find an existence you must first find a master... Or something that keeps your interest...' Shaking her head slightly the young girl seemed to have tears again. Why was it every time she thought of that word, she began to cry... Maybe it was because she was missing a part of her existence, and that it was slowly eating away at her. Suddenly she rose into the ground speeding off in no particular direction, all she wanted to do, was get away from here... Her thoughts ringing. 'Someone... Anyone... Help me...' Was all she could think about.