They'd invaded slowly, like dark pools and pits amongst an otherwise vibrant portrait of city life. Those dark pools and pits had been the earliest warning signs, and upon her travels one day back and forth between the wholesome walls of work and the bakery across the square, the last of them came in the form of a comely young woman handing out black ribbons from a basket as one might be pandering flowers or candied nuts. It all struck her as strange, but Elle did not investigate further, and why should she" Given the nature of Rhydin and it's ever undulant state, for one to seek every collectively strange occurrence they came across would drive a person mad. So with a skeptical, lopsided smile and a polite decline, the librarian slowly left the wide eyed woman with her cheshire smile and turned back to the places she called safe.
Rumors and names floated about the streets and in the warm, dank nooks of the taverns at night, people began to divide in a way one couldn't quite place with a common eye; something was off, something was odd. Those dark pools and pits were growing more numerous with each passing day, and what was most unsettling was that those inky deposits were emerging from within people. Though Elle was adverse to contact in general, her twitchy ways and that bumbling sense of awkwardness she often succumbed to when another body got too close had begun to skyrocket. It had come to the point where she'd taken to wearing her kid gloves again, and given her position in the library, who could argue the meticulous detail such a studious woman was taking to preserve the volumes with that extra measure of care" The strangeness came back to haunt her without fail though, appearing in the library itself at times in the hearts and queerly dilated eyes of patrons baring books back from their trip away for a borrowed while. Those too occasionally had those thin, short strips of ribbon strewn in them. Were the appearance a less common and eerie thing, one might see the delicate piece as a shiny silver found hidden in the fold of one's pocket, or a treat in a place one wasn't expecting to find one....But this ribbon did not scream reward or treat. Not when so many of the city seemed to be carrying them now, and not when their emotions reeked of a snarling black.
The empathy she'd been cursed with had actually served as a blessing, for when all those little signs came to a destructive fruition, she'd come to realize later just how great a blessing it had been. It came the night that she lay in bed and the skies blossomed with fire.
Screams erupted from the streets as buildings were rocked and shaken down to nothing but shambles. The distant sound of what seemed like thunder shook the very walls of Elle's apartment as she stumbled from her bed, bare feet smacking clumsily against the floor as she fled to glue herself to the nearest window. Her eyes widened at the site. The distant sound of thunder was nothing with any substantial distance at all, it-they were close, and they were troops. Dozens upon dozens of troops in gleaming white armor turned orange and black from the dark explosions of bombs and buildings around them. Terrified beyond coherent means, Elle fell back from the window, crashing into a small table and further over a stack of books as she did so. Pain shot through her left ankle, but that pain was a trifle; her panic was greater.
'Charles! The library....I've got to get to him, I've got to protect him-it. I've got to get to them both before this takes the entire city!' Her hurried thoughts began to spin wildly into the defensive. The mild mannered woman with her overly quiet ways and debilitatingly shy disposition was gone in that moment and would be until the chaos was over.
There were few things Elle truly cared about in her infinitesimal life, but the two that held the top spot on her list were currently in the forefront of her mind and truly at risk. The building had minor enchantments like several other buildings in the city to keep it from ever being truly destroyed, but Mr. Tibbelt has always been old fashioned when it came to keeping up with the countless volumes in the building, meaning he installed magic means as little as possible.
"It'll be destroyed" everything. All of it!? The thought terrorized her, blooming into an unstoppable mantra that beat furiously inside the confines of her head over and over again like the throb of a second heart.
Down the stairwell she went, stubbing her toes and scraping fingernails along the railing as she went. The change was upon her, she could feel it flood her body with that inhuman warmth as her bones began to shrink and reshape to fit the sudden seize of her new muscles. By the time the shifter reached the door, it wasn't a young woman with wide, frantic eyes that streaked across the terror ridden streets, it was a lanky calico cat. One of the many soldiers turned and took a dicey shot towards the cat, but his timing was off and she escaped by the skin of her teeth. Ignoring the baser instincts that told her body to keep pumping and running until she found a dark hole to hide in, Elle pounded up the library's staircase and shimmied through the door. The instant she was inside she was changing back, yelling at the top of her lungs as soon as they'd formed back properly. She was screaming for Charles, but no matter where she looked or how frequently she hollered, she couldn't find the old man.
It was during her feverish search that the building shook from the foundation up, knocking the librarian from her feet and into a nearby returns cart that sent her crashing to the floor once more. Half buried in books and oblivious to the pain in her side that'd undoubtedly later blossom into a brilliant bruise, Elle wheeled around just in time to watch the corner stone of the building begin to collapse in a complex crumble of shattered glass, metal, and brick. Horrified beyond her wildest imaginings, Elle sobbed angrily as she turned and ran full bore back towards the entrance.
The change was on her again, raging through like an untamable fever, and this time there would be no chance for the soldiers or their guns to attempt to her harm. Skin turned to stone, fingers to iron tough mits; there was nothing left of the diminutive librarian when she crashed out through the giant glass doors of the building, none at all...
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Rumors and names floated about the streets and in the warm, dank nooks of the taverns at night, people began to divide in a way one couldn't quite place with a common eye; something was off, something was odd. Those dark pools and pits were growing more numerous with each passing day, and what was most unsettling was that those inky deposits were emerging from within people. Though Elle was adverse to contact in general, her twitchy ways and that bumbling sense of awkwardness she often succumbed to when another body got too close had begun to skyrocket. It had come to the point where she'd taken to wearing her kid gloves again, and given her position in the library, who could argue the meticulous detail such a studious woman was taking to preserve the volumes with that extra measure of care" The strangeness came back to haunt her without fail though, appearing in the library itself at times in the hearts and queerly dilated eyes of patrons baring books back from their trip away for a borrowed while. Those too occasionally had those thin, short strips of ribbon strewn in them. Were the appearance a less common and eerie thing, one might see the delicate piece as a shiny silver found hidden in the fold of one's pocket, or a treat in a place one wasn't expecting to find one....But this ribbon did not scream reward or treat. Not when so many of the city seemed to be carrying them now, and not when their emotions reeked of a snarling black.
The empathy she'd been cursed with had actually served as a blessing, for when all those little signs came to a destructive fruition, she'd come to realize later just how great a blessing it had been. It came the night that she lay in bed and the skies blossomed with fire.
Screams erupted from the streets as buildings were rocked and shaken down to nothing but shambles. The distant sound of what seemed like thunder shook the very walls of Elle's apartment as she stumbled from her bed, bare feet smacking clumsily against the floor as she fled to glue herself to the nearest window. Her eyes widened at the site. The distant sound of thunder was nothing with any substantial distance at all, it-they were close, and they were troops. Dozens upon dozens of troops in gleaming white armor turned orange and black from the dark explosions of bombs and buildings around them. Terrified beyond coherent means, Elle fell back from the window, crashing into a small table and further over a stack of books as she did so. Pain shot through her left ankle, but that pain was a trifle; her panic was greater.
'Charles! The library....I've got to get to him, I've got to protect him-it. I've got to get to them both before this takes the entire city!' Her hurried thoughts began to spin wildly into the defensive. The mild mannered woman with her overly quiet ways and debilitatingly shy disposition was gone in that moment and would be until the chaos was over.
There were few things Elle truly cared about in her infinitesimal life, but the two that held the top spot on her list were currently in the forefront of her mind and truly at risk. The building had minor enchantments like several other buildings in the city to keep it from ever being truly destroyed, but Mr. Tibbelt has always been old fashioned when it came to keeping up with the countless volumes in the building, meaning he installed magic means as little as possible.
"It'll be destroyed" everything. All of it!? The thought terrorized her, blooming into an unstoppable mantra that beat furiously inside the confines of her head over and over again like the throb of a second heart.
Down the stairwell she went, stubbing her toes and scraping fingernails along the railing as she went. The change was upon her, she could feel it flood her body with that inhuman warmth as her bones began to shrink and reshape to fit the sudden seize of her new muscles. By the time the shifter reached the door, it wasn't a young woman with wide, frantic eyes that streaked across the terror ridden streets, it was a lanky calico cat. One of the many soldiers turned and took a dicey shot towards the cat, but his timing was off and she escaped by the skin of her teeth. Ignoring the baser instincts that told her body to keep pumping and running until she found a dark hole to hide in, Elle pounded up the library's staircase and shimmied through the door. The instant she was inside she was changing back, yelling at the top of her lungs as soon as they'd formed back properly. She was screaming for Charles, but no matter where she looked or how frequently she hollered, she couldn't find the old man.
It was during her feverish search that the building shook from the foundation up, knocking the librarian from her feet and into a nearby returns cart that sent her crashing to the floor once more. Half buried in books and oblivious to the pain in her side that'd undoubtedly later blossom into a brilliant bruise, Elle wheeled around just in time to watch the corner stone of the building begin to collapse in a complex crumble of shattered glass, metal, and brick. Horrified beyond her wildest imaginings, Elle sobbed angrily as she turned and ran full bore back towards the entrance.
The change was on her again, raging through like an untamable fever, and this time there would be no chance for the soldiers or their guns to attempt to her harm. Skin turned to stone, fingers to iron tough mits; there was nothing left of the diminutive librarian when she crashed out through the giant glass doors of the building, none at all...
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