by Zeravia on Fri Feb 27, 2009 10:19 pm
{{do you guys mind if i come up with a "good" reason for what wizeman did as opposed to an "evil" one? i'm a wizeman fan, what can i say...XD}}
Anna took the sleeping lord of nightmare back to the appartment and layed him down in the folds of a warm voilet comforter on the bed in his own room, the walls of the room where draped in silk linnen and many amathist rinestones sown into the curtans. Anna smiled at Lucus as he slumbered with a smile on his face, and she closed the door.
Anna gazed out the window of the 7th floor window, she could clearly see the bellbridge concert hall from this vantage point. and she remembered back to a nother time.
~Zeravia walked through the forest of memory, her paws makeing light burns in the ground as she tred over the flowers and stoped short, a small girl in lace was standing at the memory music hall, she was standing there with the trator. NiGHTs...the girl turned to NiGHTs then away again, and toward Z' herself. Quickly she ducked behind a tree before the girl saw her. ~
Anna grimiced as this memory gave way for another.
~ Zeravia ran down the halls surching for wizeman's throne room, she ran as fast as her 4 legs could carry her. finaly she reashed the oak doors and crashed through them. suddenly she was in the blackest room she ever was in, Wizeman's room, with the dreamers will and helen infront of her. she growled ready to attack, then she saw him.
NiGHTs.
and she gasped as Her master and father lay dieing behind the trator as the both of them dissapeared. Zeravia greaf stricken ran from this, she ran back through the doors and out of the castle as everything she ever knew was distroyed,, she barely escaped the castle as the ground it's self collapsed into silver sparks of light. running now free from the castle she took flight, her firey wings beating hard against the sudden howling wind that was pulling her backward like a vortex. she gazed behind her, and screamed, a great black hole now lay where the castle darknaught once stood proud against the ever setting sun. as she watched the sparckles of light chaced the maren that got out of the castle and flew in all directions. she flew away, but soon was cought and transformed into small balls of light... ... ... ...~
"and the next thing i knew, i was here..." Anna said to no one, her fingernails trailing down the window screaching slightly.
Black as night,
White as light.
Mighty hecite make it right. ~ practical magic