Friday, December 1, 2006

Eyes overflowing with tears...
Camilla stood facing Ambrosia, ready to accept what was coming. "You poor soul, you've no control over what just happened, do you?" She came to a full stop and went over to Camilla calmly and put her hands on her shoulders. "A shame really." She continued, shaking her head. "I had truly hoped your sister was the only one who had fallen to darkness." With a sigh, she simply looked at Camilla until she began to talk. "The last thing I remember, or saw rather, was Gabriel. Next thing I remember, you were coming straight at me and...and..." She was getting ready to cry again, but Ambrosia stopped her. "I believe I now know why you did what you did." She had brought Camilla into the kitchen and began searching for something to calm her down with. "What would you like, Camilla?" Wondering what she was doing, she answered with uncertainty. "...Juice?" As Ambrosia began getting the drinks ready, she continued to explain her theory. "Seems as though you've got quite a bit of pent up emotions. I've heard of situations like this, where a person would seem normal one moment, and a totally different one the next." "...Schizophrenia..." "So that's what they call it nowadays." She said, handing Camilla her drink. "I'm assuming this is the first time you've experienced this, right?" Camilla nodded and remained silent. "Out of all the emotions you've got 'bottled' up, I'd say just pure rage is the most. Tell me, does Carmen-" "No!" Camilla snapped, nearly jumping out of her chair. Ambrosia simply watched, drinking her juice, as she sat back down. "I'm sorry, I mean to say, she's doing what she believes is best for me..." "Camilla, if not for me, then for you, let it all out. Tell me what you've wanted to tell your sister, or anyone for that matter." Camilla couldn't believe what she heard. For as long as she could remember, no one cared about what she said or did, even Carmen didn't. She was always pushed around, being told what to do, nearly under pressure from someone. She snatched Ambrosia by the hand and almost threw her into a chair. Before Ambrosia had a chance to recover from this sudden change in attitude, Camilla had around grabbed another chair and had moved in front of her, knees nearly touching, leaning forward with an odd smile, anxious. Speechless, Ambrosia nervously smiled back, leaning slightly back. What is this feeling? Am I going to regret this?

-On the road to Campton-

"Hey lady, what's your name?" Casimir asked, finally calmed down after evading Valdis. "Morana, yours?" "Casimir...you said that was your mother?" Making sure they weren't being followed somehow, she slowed down and explained as best she could. "Unfortunately, yes..." "Unfo-" "None of your concern, it'll only be a burden if you knew." Glancing over, she could tell Casimir wasn't going to stop wondering. "You'll think I'm strange, but I may as throw this much out there. She's trying to gain the power of..." Sighing, thinking that Casimir would see her as a maniac, finished her sentence. "Tatzetselvan." "You mean that demon lord...guy...thingie? Hm, so that's how you say his name. Anyway, I don't think she'll be getting it anytime soon." Staring in disbelief, Morana had refocus on the road to avoid swerving out of control. Saving her the trouble of asking, he explained. "Yeah, before I left, they were planning on summoning him or whatever it is they do, before I left home. They're probably wreaking havoc with it as we speak." He eventually began to talk about all the things he and his sisters did, but Morana was too busy thinking things through. There's no way a normal human would be able to gain that kind of power. It's entirely possible, depending on that persons energy alignment...but...I'm not sensing any BIG signs of trouble. Other than the one I felt recently, I don't sense anything. But if his sisters did in fact do what he says they do then they're in danger. She'll stop at nothing to gain that power...but there's no reason to involve someone like this... "So, where in Campton do you live exactly?"

-In an ancient abyss no soul should wander-

Dark figures similar to that of Sid began multiplying themselves in small groups and numbers. As they began to organize themselve while taking the same shape. There was one dark figure in particular, who had been the first, who merely watched, and then took command.

~To be continued~
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