Fragments Of Memory

[*Zilvai]

Name: Zilvai
Age: 17
Deity: None but herself. She deems herself to be a greater being.
Languages known: Common, Elven, Celestial, Sylvan
Appearance: Pale as snow in every way possible. Lips have been colored bloodred. Hair slightly curled. It seems they have been braided once. A small red ribbon is tied around her neck.
Race: Half Celestial with Elven blood.

Chapter One: Regaining The Lost

Scene one:

The small Harmonium stood at the streats once again with crossed arms. Her back nicely leaned against the tough rock behind her with the bow and a crude shield inbetween. Her eyes stayed half closed for a while now, showing that she evidently was rather bored. The two pearly eyes looked around the streats briefly before shutting and letting her mind drift into thought.

"Zilvy!" A darkskinned elf with unusual purple hair called over to her in her dream.
"Zilvyyyy!" It called once more with evident excitement. Zilvai turned and stared at the black elf just to find herself pounced in a hug the next second. The two giggled as they laid upon the ground. Her head nudged against the other.
"Playful as ever... Korrn-..." The name cut off and the dream faded due to some mayhem being started at the bar again. She sighed, turned and walked towards the two fighting.

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Scene Two:

The blue, ornate, gilded worn sword scabbard laying loosely on her left hip. The new sword fit perfectly within it, as if the two were made for each other. Chance? Maybe. She turned her head left and down to briefly view the scabbard. She fell in thought.

“How do you believe it is important?” Duncan asked as he viewed the sheath upon his lap. Zilvai lifted her shoulders in a shrug.
“I don’t know… It’s just that it was with me since I awoke in the alleyway that one day. Also… I had a dream once.” As soon as the last words end, the day dream starts. She found herself in a plane with no ground and golden sky. Two beams of light gushing down from the sky; one blue, then other white. She was within the white light and in the other one, someone who just looked like herself, more matured and with wings. The other woman smiled over and soon after beams of light flew down upon the two with various colors. After that, Zilvai found herself with the scabbard in her hands, the images faded.

ZilvaiÂ’s eyes fluttered a bit to get out the trance. She returns to her watch. Silent, though watchful; or however silent one can be in a body engulfed by plates.

[*Zilvai]

Scene Three:

Zilvai watched the mage in the streets channel his arcane and divine protection upon his costumer. She fell ponderous once more due to a certain feeling of disgust she felt. She didnÂ’t know why, but it felt so wrong to be an arcane user.

“Why?” She asked herself which soon ended with a shake of the head to wave it off. Her glance fell back to the arcane and divine user. She was slightly impressed to see the man be able to use both arcane and divine. It must have taken a lot of training.

“Hmm…” She exclaimed. Some cogs in her head started clicking in the right fashion. Her brows slightly furrowed as she continuously stared at the man expecting. What is it that makes her ponder so much? Isn’t it normal for priests to use arcane as well? It felt so wrong. So terribly wrong… why?

[*Zilvai]

Scene Four:

Zilvai sat upon the wooden chair within the Foul Olde Inn. To her right sat the Drowess Azal, holding out the ring of the half angelic being. The pale hand extended to grasp hold of the ring and look upon the engravings the Drow had noticed. Kell and Zilvai it said. The two, pure white, iris lacking eyes stared at the names. Her heart went in a terrible, pained rage.

"Zilvai..." The man in dark robes and hood smiled to the little being. She clinged to the man lovingly and replied gently in her usual soft voice.
"Yes, my love?" Her head shifted upwards, letting her chin rest upon the dark clad chest. Her eyes held a soft blue tinged iris and a tattoo marked her forehead. Was it Zilvai? It looked like her... just different. Her name was mentioned and this Kell... he looked so familiar. It sounded so familiar... it was all so real; A fragment of memory and not a dream. Those black robes he wore, they looked familiar as well. Everything is slowly piecing together but the pain is large. The image of the man faded into utter darkness. Around her a graveyard formed and a single gravestone laid in front of her. The name held:
"Kell Lyronames... One bear too many." A lie, he was dead yet it was not a bear... it was his own necromancy.

Zilvai snapped out her trance and looked back to the Drowess. She offered a sad smile and clarified the ebon elf who this person was. The snow white half celestial knew now who this man was. Things started to piece together. Clarity slowly came. Is the past she seeks really something she wants? Now... she became unsure.

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Scene Five:

"Mara!" Zilvai pounced the dark haired woman in white robes. Hugs quickly exchanged and beaming smiles were offered to each other.
"Sooo... magister. What 'lesson' shall we have today?" The albino being smirked showing evident sarcasm.
"Well... student. Today lets do a field trip. I need some ground samples." As expected from the arcanist, she took it seriously. Zilvai sighed and lifted her shoulders in a confirming shrug. Mara grinned, and nudged Zilvai playfully.
"Just kidding... so, what do you want to talk about today?" Zilvai looked up once more with a sweet smile. The tattoo on her forehead was no more and her eyes were once more those snow white orbs all knew her with. Hair braided behind her head and kept together with a blue bow-tied ribbon.
"Well... we have lots to discuss about all this arcane situation again." She sighs and soon gathers a sincere expression.
"Arcane situation... hmm. What is it you want to know?" Mara asked ponderously."
"Do you think it is possible to make Arcane into Divine power?" Zilvai's head cocked to the right in question. Brows slightly perking up.
"It probably is. The question is how we will do it." The two fell silent and the dream soon faded as Zilvai awoke once more.

Why would one want arcane to become divine power...?

[*Zilvai]

Scene Six:

"Awooo!" The wolf howled in a dark night with the ever so vibrant full moon. The half breed stood upon a little hill. A sword with an aura of pure good illuminated the hill with its sun bright shine.
"How are you... my daughter?" A dark, raspy voice asked. Zilvai shifted her head slightly to the left. A smile curved upon her dark red lips.
"I am well, and you father?" She questioned in return.
"As good... as one in my situation... can be." He replied with hefty difficulty. Zilvai sighed and nodded in understanding. Her glance shifted back infront of herself and upon the dark woods.
"You should rest."
"Indeed... I should." He replied and soon walked off but not after his body had transformed into one of a wolf... a were-wolf.
The pale palm of her right hand raised and rubbed her closed eyes. As the palm descended and rested back upon the bed sheet, the eyes opened and stared at the roof. Things are stange.

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Scene Seven:

Arrows darted out the tiny black skinned elfs bow rapidly. She had shot for at least four archers and with ease and precision one can only dream of. The arrows swirled around their foes and immediately homed into their targets. With each shot, an arrow was imbued with magic; from bow and herself. The whispers the ebon elf had given into the arrow, channeled its powers. It was magic and skill. A deadly combination.

As the giants fell to the ground, the dark-skinned elf lowered her bow and smiled to Zilvai. They were up in a snowy mountain. Few evergreens covered by snow and giants dripping red fluid and tainting the first white snow.
"That was incredible, Mer'Ebelle!" Zilvai said excitedly with a wide smile. Mer returned it and looked gestured to the albino celestial to sit down.
"This is the art of our race, Arcane Archery. We channel the arcane into each arrow we fire and are thus capable to reach more precision then any other archer might hope to get." Zilvai's eyes widened in awe at the words she was told. Mer grinned a little before falling into a saddened mood.
"Soon will be the time where we will free my race from the prison they had to put themselves in." Mers hands clenched into fists. "These damn surfacers... and they say only the Fallen cause harm."

Zilvai let out a hefty sigh and looked back around the Bazaar. Her arms stretched upwards and her back arched. After a few cracking of bones, she settled back down, rubbing her back and then finally letting fully loose. She took another lazy glance around and finished with an exaggerated exhale.
"Mer'Ebelle..."

[*Zilvai]

Scene Eight:

"Death, destruction, hunted, to hunt. Those words hold no more fear factor. This world is doomed. It will vanish but to let other worlds survive. This world will eat no more from the others. All races that once lived here will be devoured. SO goes the prophecy." Zilvai stood with sword in right and bow to left. Her glance ascended upwards to the enourmous pillar. On the other end, a new world. Suddenly, an enourmous beast stepped out from the shrouds beneath. Horror; the true deffinition of nightmares. With a screetch it entered to battle. A man with dark skin tugged out his two blades, a man with a purple full plate gathered his longsword, a petit elf with short blue hair gathered her bow and a female human with long brown hair gathered a unique bow. The image faded black an reappeared with a dead mammoth beast and beaten heroes. The earth began to rumble viciously. Was it the end?

The group found themselves in a plane with a gold sky and no ground.
"I will grant you two wishes." A voice rumbled. The group looked to each other before focusing on Zilvai. They smiled to her. Zilvai nodded understandingly and stepped up into the vibrant yellow light. Her voice increased in a majestic, victorious one.
"I wish my mother to Ascend!" She called. As her mother stepped into the other blue beam, lights and colors gushed down upon the realm. Then everything turned into a blur. The images faded.

Zilvai gasped for air and shot up into a seated position. She eased and took a deep breath. Her right hand lifted to her forehead as her eyes closed.
"So that is how it was..." She mused to herself.

[*Zilvai]

Chapter Two: How to Overcome the Lost

Scene One, Act Two:

“What is life to one who had a past but cannot return to it? Is it fate, is it rebirth or is it a burden that will haunt one for an eternity more?” The small half angelic asked herself as she sat in the bar. Her pure white eyes with lacking pupils glanced around the room, observing each person. They all had a story, one way or another but they can always get back to it. The past for them is reachable; be going back to the world they once were born on, or a few friends that might even be alive. Zilvai had nothing from that past except herself and the few objects that miraculously last through her portalling. Why was it she was moved on? Where are the others? She was left alone, in pain. Can she start a new life, a life given to her? Her friends would debate they would need her, but do they really? She wonders. The hair in front of her face concealed most of her eyes.
“What will I do now… Zilvai?” Her hands clenched into fists and her expression turned one of agony and inner pain. She hit the side of the bar table and screamed, taking all the attention of the bar patrons upon her. Without a further word, she stepped out to her new world or maybe even soon to be her end.

[*Zilvai]

She stepped out the inn and looked around the Sigil city. The sight was different this time. She couldn't relate to it. The memories she had gotten here were just minor. They were once important to her but only for the weeks she had not held her past. One must've gone insane by the past she had yet she kept her calm. Her head slowly shifted from right to left and soon after ending dead center; looking past the tent and over to the bar where people laughed, drank, fought and all around showed some signs of emotion.

Zilvai stared further through those mysterious white orbs of hers. Her right hand lifted and grasped hold of her chest where the heart laid beneath. What she had to do was live her life. She knew... oh how she knew. If only she could share this life with the ones she tried to save back then in her former world... or was it not vanished? Perhaps she can spend her life searching for a Gateway back. Yes! This is what she will do! No matter what people say, whoever tries to stop her, she will search on for that world she once lived on. Where friends and family wait for her... if they are not dead.