myOtaku.com: Maarii

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Vitals

Birthday
• 1986-10-08
Gender
• Female
Location
• somewhere you are not
Member Since
• 2003-10-05
Occupation
• a storyteller
Real Name
• Jess - but Maarii to everyone here!

Personal

Achievements
• staying partially sane
Anime Fan Since
• a while
Favorite Anime
• the cute, funny, serious, thought provoking ones
Goals
• to one day save the world and fall in love
Hobbies
• watching people, writing
Talents
• apparently blowing things up with my mind

myOtaku.com: Maarii

Friday, February 6, 2004

Days
I lost track of the days. That hasn't happened until now, but it mattered before. Not anymore.

My tears have been dried by the cold wind. And my heart has been set to a better path. I said it was the end, and . . . it is over.
I will narrate the best that I can. For, you deserve to know.

My father woke me up very early on that morning. He shook me gently and brought me some food with a smile, but there was something in his eyes.
I had no choice when he asked me to go with him into the temple. I knew what was supposed to happen, and yet, I walked in on my own. The other men did not follow past the dark threshold. My father took my hand.

We walked through dark corridors that felt even more oppresive due to the dirt and dust. And then we came to the altar.
The room was bare except for that one red stone block. My father eyed it cautiously and let go of me. He took a few long strides and stood in front of the altar. Then he looked back at me as if he wished he could say something. "I'm sorry," his eyes spoke to me across the space, as he pulled forth a dagger.

Off to my right a voice cut through what should have been a dream. And it was all too familiar. Then he stepped out of the shadow. Malqomb.
"You, demon, will not touch her!" He shouted at my father, and from behind him I saw the silhouette of a huge man or beast, I couldn't tell. Then Malqomb shouted my name. He called me Maarii.

I looked between my father and the man I loved, then saw the glint of the knife and a cascade of deep red blood fall from my father's hand to the altar.
A roaring as I never heard filled the temple and the walls wailed and quaked. Then a mist spread over my eyes and I heard Malqomb scream. The world was red but black at the same time, like a living shadow had come to destroy all traces of light.
Amlerka.
A voice inside my head and all around at the same time. The Dark God had come.

My vision cleared somewhat and my father called to me. "Little one, my daughter, come to me." His voice was like acid, not his own.

"Maarii!" Malqomb shouted to me. Then he was next to me, holding me up, and behind him was a familiar yet strange looking York. "I am here now, and nothing will harm you."

"I will take her now, Demon of mine." Amlerka's raspy voice filled my head.
I looked to my father and found his eyes, his human eyes, but he was different. I finally saw the evil there. An evil that so many had feared and I never wanted to believe. "Cassioankaiey!" He sounded hollow, but sorrowful? "I shall fulfill this fate. I shall end what must have an end." Then he spread his arms out and screamed,"Envelop me, My Dark Master. Take me and find your end!"

The Shadow pulled itself from the walls, the ceiling, the floor and formed itself around my father. Then he threw his head back, the Darkness swept into his body, and became one with him, with the demon.
The Fire Starter brought his eyes to mine, and there was black. My father was gone.
The demon advanced upon me, and I couldn't help but cry out when Malqomb fell. Then York fell, both from the power of this evil that I was a part of.
I stared into that face. I would not back down. I remembered Malqomb's words, his tears, and my Father's words, his eyes. I took to my heart the only memories I had left of my life. And I called to him, as he pulled a monstrous sword from his side. I called to my father . . . my daddy.

One instant. The black was gone. I saw his eyes. I watched a single tear slide down his cheek. He lifted the sword, turned it on himself, and plunged it into his own heart.
The Dark God's scream was the most terrifying thing I have ever heard. The last hollow wail before death, and then he was shattered.

A blinding light erupted from the body of my father as he fell to the floor. The entire room was an inferno of white, and there was no sound.
When I could open my eyes, I saw him, and I barely noticed the thunder that enveloped the temple. He lay there, in a pool of blood, hardly breathing. I crawled to him and cradled his head in my arms. He looked so different, so human. The red had dissappeared from his skin, and he seemed smaller somehow. But his eyes were his own, and he held my gaze as he whispered, "My dove, now I have fulfilled my promise. Love this of me. Love my memory. You have only to live now. Only live for the world. Live for . . . " And he died.

So I was carried from the temple, and I stood outside and watched it collapse.

Is this an ending you envisioned? Is this possible you ask?
For me, it is the only possiblity. The only ending. Now I've lived this story, and it is no longer just a story. It is my story. This fate was my fate, but it is not finished.

Malqomb, York, and I have been traveling non-stop to get to the Fairy Palace. There is something that I must claim in that palace. I must find it. Maybe then . . . maybe . . . I can accept a future.
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