A Choice of Fates

[Mr.Man]

OoC:Ok since I have completely given up on my previous fic as it was complete crap and I don't see any point in continuing on with it I have decided to start a more CJ influenced fic about how Mesfido(Tueor at this point) and Celina meet and the events that follow.

BiC:

A Choice of Fates
Chapter 1
A crimson mist rose from the ground. The red haze blurred the dark sunrise. Black clouds of smoke silhouetted against the skyline. The crackling of dieing fires could be heard dimly in the backdrop. The stench of decay hung about the place like a plague. One single body stood among the black ash.

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A gentle river curved through the luscious green landscape, its bends and meanders curving gently like the flow of a soft beautiful hypnotising melody. The clear water ran slowly along the moist river banks bringing with it the waters of life. A small school of young salmon could be seen nestling in against a tiny solitary island, their minature silvery scales reflecting the bright rays of sunlight onto the stony riverbed. Long thin reeds swayed gently with the slow current as it ran over their flexible smooth leaves. A king fisher sat silently between the branches of a small drooping willow tree carefully scanning the clear water with its tiny black pupils.

A young woman stood bathing within the calm current, the cool water running across her silky bare skin cleansing it of the impurities of dirt it carried. Her slender hand ran through her fine auburn hair passing the beautifully clean water through its roots. Carefully she placed her soft hands apon the thin damp blades of grass and lifted herself from the soothing waters. Elegantly, she picked her silken robe from the fresh ground and draped it around her fair shoulders.

The leaves of the willow rustled. The girl’s eyes snapped to source of the noise. Her piercing gaze penetrated the thick pale green leaves. Her eyes stopped at the sight of the beautiful kingfisher watching the river silently. She turned her attention back to what she had been doing. Cautiously she started to tie a knot around her waist with the thin chord of silk that hung from the sides of her crimson bathing robe.

A gentle northerly wind blew over the tranquil landscape rustling the leaves of the scattered trees that rested apon the serene river banks. The small blue and orange kingfisher took flight from its perch on the pallid willow branch. Small ripples spread from its tiny beak as it dipped into the water only to emerge empty. The striking bird flew further up river in hope of better luck.

The young woman began the quiet walk back up to the large white villa on top of the gently sloping hill. Gracefully treading along the narrow path she, as she always did, admired the beauties all around her. A fresh wind blew beneath her small delicate nose carrying the scent of sweet spring flowers with it. Instantly images of flower filled field formed inside her mind’s eye. Flowers of every shape, size and colour seeped into her imagination. A sunlight glade of daffodils, tulips, crocuses, snowdrops and bluebells surrounded by a circle of pure silver trees lined with shining greyish-green leaves was the product of her imagination.

The fluttering of wings woke her from her daydream. Quickly her eyes searched the bright blue sky, looking for a sign of the creator of the sound. Her eyes never rested once but neither did they come across any sign of anything. Unwillingly the woman turned her back on the beautiful river and walked through the arch of the gigantic country villa. She walked silently through the passages of the building until she came to her own room. Tiredly she collapsed on top of her soft violet bed.
Lying down against the velvety pillow she gazed out of the large empty window frame. Her keen eyes caught a strange movement through the leaves of the willow tree which she could just pick out in the distant. She swore she had seen a pair of gigantic white wings accompanied by a large man. Before she could take anything else they were gone. They had vanished within that very second.

OoC: I'd love to hear peoples thoughts and critics on this. The next chapters will all follow in due time.

[Jayolorin]

Wonderful. You had an excellent opening sentence and the description were amazing. You also didn't rush into it so it was very enjoyable. Theres only one thing. You need to write more! ^^

I look forward to the next installment.

[Mr.Man]

Chapter 2

A massive shining lake covered the countryside its clear surface reflecting the bright dancing colours of the sun. High mountains surrounded the entire area their summits reaching miles into the soft white clouds that hung in the sky above. The cool morning dew could still be felt around ones ankles.

A small mayfly landed atop the rippling water casually breaking its surface. The head of a silver salmon leapt out from beneath the unlucky creature dragging it down below into the icy water. Gracefully an elegant little sparrow flew over the waters surface and landed on the thick branches of a bare tree that stood on a tiny island directly in the middle of the water. A muscular winged man sat sleeping at the base of the tree.

Three long blonde plaits fell about his sleeping face and over his closed eyes. The right side of his bare chest was shaded by the shadows of the tree. His beautiful wings stretched out behind him folded over against his back but still standing at a length taller than the man himself. He wore cream trousers held up by a golden belt. Jewellery was scattered around his body, a necklace, two earrings, two bracelets.

A young woman sat on the bank of the lake gazing over at the sleeping seraph. She brushed her soft auburn hair back from her hazel eyes. A white silk sleeping robe covered her body apart from her bare hands and feet. The small sparrow flew over to her landing on her delicate shoulder. It began chirping in her ear. Much to the girl’s surprise the chirps began to change to words.

“See that man over there? He wants to meet you. Go over and talk to him.” The bird left her shoulder and disappeared back to the tiny island in the distance.

The woman lifted herself from her seat. Cautiously, she walked over to the sparkling water and dipped her toes inside. The water felt cold but refreshing against her bare skin. After pulling her toes back she placed her entire foot in.

The liquid seemed to solidify as she pressed her foot against it and held firm as it she placed the pressure of her body onto its surface. Her eyes shone with amazement, she lifted her second foot from the bank. Slowly she placed it down too. Still the water held strong. She began to pace across it towards the distant island.

Minutes passed and she didn’t seem to make any progress yet in her vision the island was becoming clearer. She could she the massive angel perfectly, his muscular chest rising up and down with each relaxed breath. He began to stir. He stopped.

The island grew suddenly closer, not much but enough so that the distant did not now seem so far. The water below the woman’s feet began to shine a gentle heat passing over it and onto the base of her feet. A soft red light was radiating up from the depths casting a dim red glow around the girl’s feet. She continued on.

Hours seemed to pass yet the island grew no closer only clearer. The woman could see every tiny feature on the angel’s face even though it lay miles and miles ahead of her. She began to long to touch that face, to feel its soft skin against her fingertips. She increased her pace. The island flickered closer again the red glow intensified, only slightly though.

The cycle continued. No progress, longing and a glimpse at wants. The red light kept growing with each passing effort by the woman.

Several more hours passed, the island looked reachable now. Through the clearness that she saw it the woman had come to know the face of the angel better than she knew her own. She wanted nothing more than to reach him. The island flicked closer. The light grew completely covering the woman’s body.

The crimson light erupted into flames dancing and licking at the woman’s frail body. Terrified she looked over at the angel. The entire island remained untouched. She began to run towards it.

Faster and faster she ran but it came no closer. Faster and faster she ran but she could not escape the fire. Faster and faster she ran but she could not reach the angel. Faster and faster she ran but no matter how fast she ran she could do nothing.

A cruel laugh broke the silence. It grew louder and louder and louder and louder becoming everything and all. She could she the laughter surrounding her. She could feel the laughter touching her. The only thing other than laughter was the angel. She jumped towards him.

The angel’s eyes opened wide, quickly his wings burst open and launched him towards the woman. The gust of air as he rocketed forward broke the laughter shattering it into a thousand pieces. He flew between the flames finally reaching the jumping woman. Effortlessly he caught her light frame within his arms. Their eyes met; the blue and hazel.

The laughter began again. It enveloped the angel clutching at his throat. He brought his hands up to his neck trying to free it from the laughter. The woman fell from his grasp. She fell further and further and further through the darkness, the dieing angel disappearing from her view. Darkness was all around her.

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Celina woke, sweat lining her forehead.

OoC: As always I'd like to hear peoples thoughts on this.