Topic: One Small Trickle

Tasha Oberon

Date: 2009-11-02 08:10 EST
So many dreams were broken and so much was sacrificed Was it worth the ones we loved and had to leave behind" So many years have past, who are the noble and the wise" Will all our sins be justified?

Within Temptation -Hand of Sorrow

The low drone of throbbing drums played as the unusually small elf danced. Hidden well under the canopy cover of her secret grove she moved. Surrounding her was a chorus of voices that blended into the steady rhythm. It was a melancholy song they sang, and yet achingly beautiful upon her senses. Figures wove intricate steps around her with ghostly grace. Lit only by the single fire that flickered in the very center and the ceremonial candles that blazed in long flames with every passing spirit.

Soon the magic hour would arrive and the day would draw to an end. It was a bittersweet moment for it was the celebration of life and death. Truebloods celebrated such events every year. Not to mention there was a certain irony to her practicing her arts once more. "The Day of the Dead" was the sole reason she had been sent off to RhyDin from the start. One little mistake had nearly gotten her killed.

There had been no mistakes this night thankfully. Tasha was finally learning the control she had lacked for so long at the school she was attending in Tignus. Tonight, she sought to return a kindness to another. She knew what she was doing would stir up trouble, but it was a loose end that had long been nagging at her.

This night, she sought to free a half sibling from the grasp of misery, one of the few that had shown her kindness in the midst of her darkest nightmares. He had paid for it with his soul. A soul whose light and spark was finally starting to wan. Tasha could only wait and plan for the right time, which was this special magical night when the veil lifted and allowed the dead to walk freely.

What she was attempting to do already had her spirit guide in a tissy. Kaspie was still demanding she stop before she drew attention to herself. Tasha also suspected her father wouldn't be pleased either. Yet, she knew this would be the start. One small trickle that over time and as she grew, gaining more knowledge and control of her power, would become a flood.

Off in the distance the bell clock struck three and she paused but only for a moment. Power surged forth. Only those that could feel such things would even notice it, for there wasn't any flashing light or fanfare, just the sudden silence that fell upon her hidden place. Within the warded circle one figure took center stage. The man there stood tall and proud, but in those ghostly features kind, gentle violet silver eyes gazed forth. His expression was one of confusion and then it faded to such a poignant look of relief.

Tasha Oberon

Date: 2009-11-02 08:14 EST
Hear the cry for new life the morning's flame You were the brightest light that burned too soon in vain Who will bring you back from where there's no return

Sarah McLachlan - Ben's Song.

His form was at first translucent but slowly started fade into a more solid state of being. His once elegant clothing still tattered and torn from his last struggle in life fluttered in the autumn breeze along with a main of long silver hair. "Too long it has been since I felt the kiss of wind and the scent of smoke." Those words haunting from a voice rough and ragged from a lack of use.

For years Tasha had sought the ritual to bring about this moment. Alas her knowledge had not matched the power she held and still didn't, but she had navigated her way through to the sixth Tier of the Magus Tower. Only then did she discover a seemingly innocent summoning spell for those lost within the Veils of death.

The past several weeks Tasha had been lost in her studies, tweaking the spell into something beyond it's original. Tasha knew that Khor wouldn't have totally destroyed this soul. It carried to much power, so instead that evil creature would have slowly drained it, until it was a faint spark and no plea could be heard.

So now she stood at this point in her special place, and a secret moment she could share with none but those spirits that had added her. Gazing at her brother while tears welled in her dark purple eyes she sighed. "Gideon?"

Memories were both a blessing and a bane for Tasha. She could recall clearly the last time she had seen her eldest brother alive. In moments she was besieged with clear recall of him handing her a puppy and offering her hugs in a home that lacked such things. She often wondered if life had been different before. A time prior to her Stepfather becoming poisoned by the allure of power, and considering the kindness in her mother's first child she suspected it had been.

Tasha Oberon

Date: 2009-11-02 08:18 EST
Will I be such a dreamer" No matter how I'll play this game To get is symptom of giving Whatever time is over now

You wonder why Our last goodbye It's relieving my tears, it's so easy I won't deny Life changed my mind

Lacuna Coil - The Game

Delight registered upon the elegant features as Gideon turned to regard her, but was soon replaced by concern. Looking around it was apparent he could see those spectral dancers as the pensive look drew down to cloud upon his brow. "He used to say ye lacked the gift. I had hoped his assessment was true." There was an air of sadness in the stucco words.

"Oh Ana, what have ye done?" A mournful sigh followed as Gideon turned with the air rippling around him to face her fully.

Tasha moved then, reaching out to catch his hands and he started in surprise. Fingers responding in reflection to wrap about the warmth of hers as she gazed up at him. "I set you free Gideon."

"He will be furious when he discovers this. He will hunt ye down and kill you Ana once he learns ye do have the power. He will seek to do to ye what he has done to me." Desperation now tainted his statements as he returned the look to his youngest sister. Her fingers tighten about her own, transmitting through that simple touch his worry and concern.

Tasha just smiled. The expression was a cryptic thing before she felt Gideon recoil for a split second and turned towards the form now melting out of the mist the ghostly dancers created. Kaspie stood watching wearing his usual frown. His regal head giving a slow shake. "He is right Anastashia. The lich will turn his gaze upon you once more. However, what is done is done and nae any can change it. Ye have freed him from hellish bonds but ye time is short. The hour will fade swiftly."

"I can bring him back Kaspie." Sharp her boost as she moved to wrap slender around her brother. Feeling the embrace returned, her tear shimmered eyes closed in a somber sigh. Since Fushia had gone missing, Tasha had felt rather incomplete, but for a moment as Gideon's arms enfolded her, she felt the love flowing forth from him. It was a balm for her hidden regrets. He had tried to save her and the result had been the loss of his own life. She wanted to return to him that which was lost.

"In time aye, but now is nae it. Ye bring him back to the living he will be weak and might fall prey to the Lich again. Which would put him even farther out of ye reach. Such is the delicate nature of such things Ana. Let me take him to safety." Kaspie sought to speak gently, but there was an air of command in what he said. That edge had Tasha clinging to her brother even more, but she also realized that her spirit guide was right. She had at lot more studying to do before she could attempt such a spell, if she wanted to do it properly.


Tasha Oberon

Date: 2009-11-02 08:23 EST
We left the music behind and the dance carried on As we stole away to the seashore We smelt the brine, felt the wind in our hair And with sadness you paused.

Suddenly I knew that you'd have to go Your world was not mine, your eyes told me so Yet it was there I felt the crossroads of time And I wondered why.

Loreena McKennitt - The Old Ways

That usual instinct of hers to rush head long into attempting it anyway was strong, but she had slowly been learning to temper that side of her nature, at least when it came to performing magic. So she would back down for now. Reluctantly she released Gideon from her tight hold. Peering up at him, he gently smoothed the drift of bangs from her glistening bright eyes. "Ye friend be right. Tis best this way Ana. Perhaps he will nae be able to track where I have gone. Were I to stay it would lead him right to ye and that I can nae allow to happen."

"I know Gideon. I vow to you that I will find a way to return the life to you that was stolen. I promise it will happen." Lip trembled as she gazed up into her brothers pale violet eyes. "A vow of blood."

"I know Sprite. Ye stay safe and prepared. I shall keep hope that He nae discovers what ye have done for some time, for I fear what he will do should he learn of it." The tall elf once again enfolded his little sister in a tight hug. "It is time for me to depart. I feel the pulling upon my senses already."

Tasha didn't want to let go. She fought against her own urges to cling and reluctantly drew back with a glance towards Kaspie. A faint sniffle as she gave a short nod.

"I shall take him to Amylad, Anastashia. He will be safe from further harm there and when the time be right, ye can find him." Kaspie held out a ghostly hand to the already fading form of Gideon. "Ye grandfather is not one the lich will care tangle with."

"Thank you Kaspie." Large deep purple eyes were filling with more tears as she watched them both fade into the mists. It was one small trickle, but in time, she hoped it would be a flood. She would undermine, subvert and systematically destroy Khor. It would be one step at a time and she would have to control her own impulsive nature to achieve it, but she did have time and plenty of it to plot for his complete demise.

As her spectral friends all faded away into the darkness, and the fire started to flicker and die, Tasha sat down in the middle of her secret grove, legs crossed and eyes glassy with restraint and finally, as silence enveloped the warded bower let the tears flow. She rarely allowed herself such a luxury, but at this moment, and at this time, felt it just might be cathartic.

After washing away some of the tangled cobwebs of her past through the shedding of hot tears, she fully intended on turning her attention to the next issue plaguing her. It was time to once again to search for her missing sister.

One more step taken. The finish line was a long distance away but she fully intended to cross it in time.