Demon in the Garden
Grey snowflakes danced in the wind. The air stank of burning hair and flesh. In the dark crimson tint of the món tráng miệng planet's infamous scarlet moon, pools of blood became inky black puddles reflecting the remains of the courtyard.
Callaghan Rurik could feel the ngọn lửa, chữa cháy at his back as it raged through the army barracks. Screams were whipped to and fro bởi the ghastly wind, making it impossible to tell if the wails came from behind hoặc ahead. For ahead the tác giả of this macabre scene continued her vengeful tirade. Callaghan's eyes drifted over the dark shapes littering the once beautiful, exotic, alien garden. None of the bodies were in one piece. Some possessed elbows hoặc knees of shredded muscle and jagged bone with the rest of the limbs scattered about; others lay on their sides with snaking entrails hoặc moist organs escaping onto the sand; most were slashed into unrecognizable ribbons of flesh. A sphere with black hair hung on the wall, its own spear between its eyes, pinning the ornament in place.
The warlock stood still among the damage. He waited for fear to hit him, for disgust to churn his stomach. But instead the bits and pieces of what had once been soldiers sparked hot rage in Callaghan's heart. Half a dozen times he had seen this garden of blood splattered succulent plants and shattered stone sculptures with mixed emotions of horror, revulsion, and fear. Both the first and một giây times he had been allowed into this memory he had Mất tích the contents of his stomach. But this time the young warlock could picture the cause of this burial ground.
She was 5'2" but most likely even smaller at this time. Her eyes were verdant as a rainforest and wide as the ocean, but other time narrow at a snake's and burning vàng with fire. And her voice rang with relentless inquisition except when it clang with passionate excitement. A girl made up of giggles and growls and humor and hisses. Callaghan had met her only once, and yet the pain these dead soldiers had caused her made him wish they would pick up their pieces and rise again just so that he could tear them apart himself.
Just then came the scream. A cry of anguish and sorrow that made the grown man want to clamp his hands over his ears. The door leading into the dark rocks of the lâu đài walls stood ajar like a dark mouth, releasing that wailing pain. The scream lasted all of a một phút of racing tim, trái tim beats. Its raw emotion remained in Callaghan's ringing ears. He stared into the gaping mouth leading into the lâu đài and for once felt the urge to run inside and find the nguồn of the ungodly pain. Not to protect her, no, for clearly the young vessel contained a formidable beast. Instead Cal wished to comfort the torn soul and shield its dying light from further darkness. But right then the memory ended.
For a moment he was left in the dark. That girl. Callaghan's father and his associates were expecting her to wear dresses and tiaras, smile sweetly at strangers, dine with diplomats and dignitaries. And maybe she could pull it off. But how could a child who could turn 199 well trained soldiers into heaps of blood, flesh, entrails, and ashes grow into that delicate being?
Callaghan Rurik opened his eyes. The dark ceiling starred back. The heat of the desert faded, leaving behind only the sweat on his forehead and the ringing in his ears as evidence of the trauma. He sat up slowly on the bed. His fist opened, dropping his father's memory stone back into the cup of colorful rocks, all with their own stories. Callaghan's arm throbbed in its bandages and the memory had left him breathless, but he knew sleep would be far out of reach for the night.
Grey snowflakes danced in the wind. The air stank of burning hair and flesh. In the dark crimson tint of the món tráng miệng planet's infamous scarlet moon, pools of blood became inky black puddles reflecting the remains of the courtyard.
Callaghan Rurik could feel the ngọn lửa, chữa cháy at his back as it raged through the army barracks. Screams were whipped to and fro bởi the ghastly wind, making it impossible to tell if the wails came from behind hoặc ahead. For ahead the tác giả of this macabre scene continued her vengeful tirade. Callaghan's eyes drifted over the dark shapes littering the once beautiful, exotic, alien garden. None of the bodies were in one piece. Some possessed elbows hoặc knees of shredded muscle and jagged bone with the rest of the limbs scattered about; others lay on their sides with snaking entrails hoặc moist organs escaping onto the sand; most were slashed into unrecognizable ribbons of flesh. A sphere with black hair hung on the wall, its own spear between its eyes, pinning the ornament in place.
The warlock stood still among the damage. He waited for fear to hit him, for disgust to churn his stomach. But instead the bits and pieces of what had once been soldiers sparked hot rage in Callaghan's heart. Half a dozen times he had seen this garden of blood splattered succulent plants and shattered stone sculptures with mixed emotions of horror, revulsion, and fear. Both the first and một giây times he had been allowed into this memory he had Mất tích the contents of his stomach. But this time the young warlock could picture the cause of this burial ground.
She was 5'2" but most likely even smaller at this time. Her eyes were verdant as a rainforest and wide as the ocean, but other time narrow at a snake's and burning vàng with fire. And her voice rang with relentless inquisition except when it clang with passionate excitement. A girl made up of giggles and growls and humor and hisses. Callaghan had met her only once, and yet the pain these dead soldiers had caused her made him wish they would pick up their pieces and rise again just so that he could tear them apart himself.
Just then came the scream. A cry of anguish and sorrow that made the grown man want to clamp his hands over his ears. The door leading into the dark rocks of the lâu đài walls stood ajar like a dark mouth, releasing that wailing pain. The scream lasted all of a một phút of racing tim, trái tim beats. Its raw emotion remained in Callaghan's ringing ears. He stared into the gaping mouth leading into the lâu đài and for once felt the urge to run inside and find the nguồn of the ungodly pain. Not to protect her, no, for clearly the young vessel contained a formidable beast. Instead Cal wished to comfort the torn soul and shield its dying light from further darkness. But right then the memory ended.
For a moment he was left in the dark. That girl. Callaghan's father and his associates were expecting her to wear dresses and tiaras, smile sweetly at strangers, dine with diplomats and dignitaries. And maybe she could pull it off. But how could a child who could turn 199 well trained soldiers into heaps of blood, flesh, entrails, and ashes grow into that delicate being?
Callaghan Rurik opened his eyes. The dark ceiling starred back. The heat of the desert faded, leaving behind only the sweat on his forehead and the ringing in his ears as evidence of the trauma. He sat up slowly on the bed. His fist opened, dropping his father's memory stone back into the cup of colorful rocks, all with their own stories. Callaghan's arm throbbed in its bandages and the memory had left him breathless, but he knew sleep would be far out of reach for the night.
name:Klei Ngo(was born from a different dad than Ari,only payton knows him)
Age:14
civvies;small màu hồng, hồng middrift,black hair in pigtails,dark green mini-skirt,pink tennies,and white tim, trái tim choker
hero outfit:pink tanktop and sweatpants,and black
mask shaped like a butterfly
nickname: shorty
looks like:only 4"8,curvy figure,very petite,brown eyes,peach colored skin,and LONG! hair(it goes all the way down to her feet.
Alias:Libra
family:Dick(kinda),Batman(kinda),Payton,and Ari
Crush:she likes a ton of guys but mainly Tim(the new Robin)
powers:charms,x-ray vision,shoots màu hồng, hồng lasers from her hands,and screams like a banshee
Abilities:Gymnastics and uses a magical bo-staff
BG story:Klei used to be a girl scout and did so many good deeds she decided to help out her sister Ari on small missions,and loves to help out Tim and follows him around all the time and it gets on his nerves sometimes,though she still would like to become Những người bạn with one of the girls.
Age:14
civvies;small màu hồng, hồng middrift,black hair in pigtails,dark green mini-skirt,pink tennies,and white tim, trái tim choker
hero outfit:pink tanktop and sweatpants,and black
mask shaped like a butterfly
nickname: shorty
looks like:only 4"8,curvy figure,very petite,brown eyes,peach colored skin,and LONG! hair(it goes all the way down to her feet.
Alias:Libra
family:Dick(kinda),Batman(kinda),Payton,and Ari
Crush:she likes a ton of guys but mainly Tim(the new Robin)
powers:charms,x-ray vision,shoots màu hồng, hồng lasers from her hands,and screams like a banshee
Abilities:Gymnastics and uses a magical bo-staff
BG story:Klei used to be a girl scout and did so many good deeds she decided to help out her sister Ari on small missions,and loves to help out Tim and follows him around all the time and it gets on his nerves sometimes,though she still would like to become Những người bạn with one of the girls.