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24th Aug 2012 at 11:41 PM
24th Aug 2012 at 11:41 PM
Kylara was adopted in a blood ritual by Lord Alfric, who woke her up one night saying that she needed to help him recover "the Crown of the Master" before Professor Greymane could use her classmates as spell-fodder to bypass the traps around it. He dragged her back through time, gave her some (very) expendable clothing, and led her into the cave where it was. He then revealed that she was actually there to rescue him before he died in the cave. She balked, the living version gave her the artifact, and she discovered that the ritual was transforming her.
Kylara couldn't decide whether she was more outraged or frightened. "You're turning me into a DEMON!" she shouted. The ghost looked at the living man.
"That was a brilliant idea there," he said sarcastically. "Give her the Crown so she can see the truth."
"Well, we seem to have a great record of brilliant ideas, if she is objecting to her adoption now," the living Lord Alfric replied. He turned to Kylara. "Are you certain that this is the best time or place to be arguing about this?"
She glared at him. Are you saying that I should just carry on as if nothing really matters?
"No, But I -am- suggesting that you might prefer to continue this in a place which has access to minor amenities such as food, water, and sanitary facilities."
Why did he have to mention that?! she thought bitterly.
Seeing the look on her face, he pointed to one of the loose rocks. "That one incinerates whatever touches it, and is fairly close to the air hole. If you are careful, and can put up with an awful stench for a few hours, it works."
Kylara sighed and made use of the rock. When she returned she asked him why he didn't just conjure food and water for himself. He laughed. "There are two reasons. First, I'm too weak right now. If I were to use much magic, I would be drawing energy from my physical body. And more importantly, that spell hasn't been invented yet." He smiled at her. "Although I hear that you have managed it. I suppose now that you are here we could survive together in this cave for the next 400 years. "
Kylara wrinkled her nose. "You really weren't joking about the smell," she commented. "I'm still not sure that I'm keen on rescuing you, but I'm not willing to put up with that stench if I don't have to. If I rescue you, can I get your promise that you will not turn me into a demon when you meet me in the future?"
He shook his head. "Unlikely. Do you remember anything in the ritual about being my daughter now and forevermore?" She nodded. "At the moment you are half human, 1/4 elf, and 1/4 demon. If I don't adopt you with the ritual, the time stream is likely to adjust by making me have a one-night stand with someone who will become your mother, and the only woman who is likely to have me is a succubus. You will still be my daughter, but you would be even more demonic. Now, would you like to get us out of here, or shall we continue discussing things a while longer?"
"So how do we get out?" she said reluctantly.
"The only way that I know of is to disarm the rest of the traps to prevent any nasty surprises from dropping onto our heads, and then trigger the one that drops us into the underground river. But if you think that you can manage to remove that boulder from the entrance, it would be much more convenient. It was designed to be impossible, but from what my ghost has mentioned, "impossible" is not a word to use lightly around you. If you think that you can remove that boulder, I won't argue."
"It wasn't there when we came in, and it feels like it's only half there now. How did it get there?"
"It was enchanted to be non-existant from the outside, and immune to magic from the inside." the ghost replied.
"So what if we were to strengthen ourselves, and then just turn the thing around?" she wondered.
Lord Alfric shook his head. "It is contiguous with the cave floor from this side."
"Is the floor immune to magic?" she asked curiously.
"Yes. Only the traps are affected."
She thought for a few minutes. "Can traps be moved?"
The ghost began to fade as the living man slowly nodded. "I believe so."
She grinned. "Then why not move the trap you mentioned that drops us into the underground river so that it drops the boulder instead?"
He groaned. "I cannot believe that I never thought of that! I suppose being too close to the problem blinds you to some of the possiblilties. Of course, I'm probably too weak to manage that, either."
The ghost completely vanished.
"Where did he go?" she asked suspiciously.
"Apparently I never died." He smiled at her. "Thank you."
There was a burst of magic in the air once they had escaped. He wavered between being a ghost and being alive for a moment, and then solidified again. He smiled. "Paradox resolved." He pointed to a small forest along the coastline nearby. "There is a cabin in that woodland where we can find food and shelter. There is no bed, but there are a few very comfortable sofas. Or you can go back to your own time, if you prefer."
"Later. I think you still owe me an explanation. And an apology."
He nodded, and led the way to the cabin. It was late in the morning when they finally arrived. No-one was there, and it looked as though it had been empty for a while.
After a late breakfast, she sat down on one of the couches. "What is happening to me?"
He sat down beside her. "You are becoming what you would have been if you had been born as my daughter from someone with your genetic makeup. Fortunately your hairstyle hides your ears; they are most likely pointed now. And you will find that your lifespan is much longer than it once would have been. You will need to find ways to disguise that fact if you wish to continue to live among humans. But the biggest change is likely to be in your ability to use magic. Humans have a much more limited ability to store magical energy within themselves, and cannot simply shape it without spells to focus it. Elves can focus it by will alone, and a demon's own physical form is a magical construct. You should be able to access all three methods, at least to some degree.
"How much longer am I going to live?" she wondered.
"It is difficult to be certain, but I would suspect a minimum of a milennium or two. Assuming, of course, that you are careful. You can still be killed. It is also possible that you could simply live as long as you choose to live."
She thought about that for a few minutes. "I could be immortal?"
"Possibly."
"That means I will outlive my friends, doesn't it?"
He simply nodded.
"And their children. And grandchildren. And everybody." She began to cry.
"Now I think you understand why I did this." he commented.
"What! You wanted to torture me?" She stood up, and looked around for something to throw at him.
"Do you really think I wanted to outlive my daughter?" he asked gently. "I grew up in Hell, with a demon for a mother. I never really belonged among the elves, and I never wanted to belong among the demons. You've seen how well my friendships turned out. "
"So you did the same thing to me?"
" "Surely you can take some comfort knowing that you're mine," he said softly. "You will not outlive me, any more than I will outlive you."
"Let me think about it." she said slowly. "It's starting to get late."
The next morning she was awakened by a crashing noise outside. He was gone. When she cautiously peered out the window, she saw him next to a pile of large rocks. He was methodically placing one after the other between two pylons and smashing them with his hand. There was dried blood down the pylons, although he didn't seem to be bleeding.
"What are you doing?" she asked him.
"Only thing I'm good at." he replied curtly. He saw her looking at the blood. "Mine, from long ago. I improved. Let me get dressed, and then we need to talk again."
While he was changing, she went to the mirror and looked at her pointed ears. She still wasn't sure if she liked all of the implications, but it wasn't as bad as she had been afraid it was. When he came out of the bathroom, she hopefully checked to see if he had any better clothes. He didn't. She reluctantly showered and put the old outfit back on. He had breakfast ready when she came out.
Over breakfast he told her "I have two things to say to you. One which you want to hear, and one which you probably do not want to hear.
First; Greymane is my brother. You are going to need my help to defeat him. You have the talent, but not the experience, and spending 400 years training you will age you enough to eliminate any chance to surprise him. The paradox of meeting myself was resolved by making me remember the entire time I was a ghost. I am the same Lord Alfric who brought you back in time, and I still have some of the power from the Crown. If you let me, I can hide myself within you, and we can work together. I give you my word that I will not do anything that you do not allow, and you are able to kick me out if I break my word. And if you forbid it, I will not even try. The Crown will give you warning. I expect no answer now. I will consider myself forbidden until you say otherwise."
He got up from the table. "I also owe you an apology for the times that I took you over without permission. I was treating you as a child, and you are much more than that."
She thought for a while. "Thank you. I am not happy about the way you treated me, but I'm willing to let you earn my trust. We still have Greymane to deal with, after all. I may want every advantage I can get."
Current Events: Mysterious Past
Previous Events: Makeover, Time Travel, Finding Judas, Kidnapped
Word Count: 1693
CC Used: Legend Isles Lyonesse world by Sookielee, Cmar's ear sliders, Euphoria skin by Fawkes
(Note: the picture of the ghost fading out was taken by using move objects to stick him onto a corner square. It is not Photoshopped. I have a top-down picture of the cave with that scene here http://www.modyourpanties.com/hosti...120824182239Top Down.jpg if you wish proof.)
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Kylara couldn't decide whether she was more outraged or frightened. "You're turning me into a DEMON!" she shouted. The ghost looked at the living man.
"That was a brilliant idea there," he said sarcastically. "Give her the Crown so she can see the truth."
"Well, we seem to have a great record of brilliant ideas, if she is objecting to her adoption now," the living Lord Alfric replied. He turned to Kylara. "Are you certain that this is the best time or place to be arguing about this?"
She glared at him. Are you saying that I should just carry on as if nothing really matters?
"No, But I -am- suggesting that you might prefer to continue this in a place which has access to minor amenities such as food, water, and sanitary facilities."
Why did he have to mention that?! she thought bitterly.
Seeing the look on her face, he pointed to one of the loose rocks. "That one incinerates whatever touches it, and is fairly close to the air hole. If you are careful, and can put up with an awful stench for a few hours, it works."
Kylara sighed and made use of the rock. When she returned she asked him why he didn't just conjure food and water for himself. He laughed. "There are two reasons. First, I'm too weak right now. If I were to use much magic, I would be drawing energy from my physical body. And more importantly, that spell hasn't been invented yet." He smiled at her. "Although I hear that you have managed it. I suppose now that you are here we could survive together in this cave for the next 400 years. "
Kylara wrinkled her nose. "You really weren't joking about the smell," she commented. "I'm still not sure that I'm keen on rescuing you, but I'm not willing to put up with that stench if I don't have to. If I rescue you, can I get your promise that you will not turn me into a demon when you meet me in the future?"
He shook his head. "Unlikely. Do you remember anything in the ritual about being my daughter now and forevermore?" She nodded. "At the moment you are half human, 1/4 elf, and 1/4 demon. If I don't adopt you with the ritual, the time stream is likely to adjust by making me have a one-night stand with someone who will become your mother, and the only woman who is likely to have me is a succubus. You will still be my daughter, but you would be even more demonic. Now, would you like to get us out of here, or shall we continue discussing things a while longer?"
"So how do we get out?" she said reluctantly.
"The only way that I know of is to disarm the rest of the traps to prevent any nasty surprises from dropping onto our heads, and then trigger the one that drops us into the underground river. But if you think that you can manage to remove that boulder from the entrance, it would be much more convenient. It was designed to be impossible, but from what my ghost has mentioned, "impossible" is not a word to use lightly around you. If you think that you can remove that boulder, I won't argue."
"It wasn't there when we came in, and it feels like it's only half there now. How did it get there?"
"It was enchanted to be non-existant from the outside, and immune to magic from the inside." the ghost replied.
"So what if we were to strengthen ourselves, and then just turn the thing around?" she wondered.
Lord Alfric shook his head. "It is contiguous with the cave floor from this side."
"Is the floor immune to magic?" she asked curiously.
"Yes. Only the traps are affected."
She thought for a few minutes. "Can traps be moved?"
The ghost began to fade as the living man slowly nodded. "I believe so."
She grinned. "Then why not move the trap you mentioned that drops us into the underground river so that it drops the boulder instead?"
He groaned. "I cannot believe that I never thought of that! I suppose being too close to the problem blinds you to some of the possiblilties. Of course, I'm probably too weak to manage that, either."
The ghost completely vanished.
"Where did he go?" she asked suspiciously.
"Apparently I never died." He smiled at her. "Thank you."
There was a burst of magic in the air once they had escaped. He wavered between being a ghost and being alive for a moment, and then solidified again. He smiled. "Paradox resolved." He pointed to a small forest along the coastline nearby. "There is a cabin in that woodland where we can find food and shelter. There is no bed, but there are a few very comfortable sofas. Or you can go back to your own time, if you prefer."
"Later. I think you still owe me an explanation. And an apology."
He nodded, and led the way to the cabin. It was late in the morning when they finally arrived. No-one was there, and it looked as though it had been empty for a while.
After a late breakfast, she sat down on one of the couches. "What is happening to me?"
He sat down beside her. "You are becoming what you would have been if you had been born as my daughter from someone with your genetic makeup. Fortunately your hairstyle hides your ears; they are most likely pointed now. And you will find that your lifespan is much longer than it once would have been. You will need to find ways to disguise that fact if you wish to continue to live among humans. But the biggest change is likely to be in your ability to use magic. Humans have a much more limited ability to store magical energy within themselves, and cannot simply shape it without spells to focus it. Elves can focus it by will alone, and a demon's own physical form is a magical construct. You should be able to access all three methods, at least to some degree.
"How much longer am I going to live?" she wondered.
"It is difficult to be certain, but I would suspect a minimum of a milennium or two. Assuming, of course, that you are careful. You can still be killed. It is also possible that you could simply live as long as you choose to live."
She thought about that for a few minutes. "I could be immortal?"
"Possibly."
"That means I will outlive my friends, doesn't it?"
He simply nodded.
"And their children. And grandchildren. And everybody." She began to cry.
"Now I think you understand why I did this." he commented.
"What! You wanted to torture me?" She stood up, and looked around for something to throw at him.
"Do you really think I wanted to outlive my daughter?" he asked gently. "I grew up in Hell, with a demon for a mother. I never really belonged among the elves, and I never wanted to belong among the demons. You've seen how well my friendships turned out. "
"So you did the same thing to me?"
" "Surely you can take some comfort knowing that you're mine," he said softly. "You will not outlive me, any more than I will outlive you."
"Let me think about it." she said slowly. "It's starting to get late."
The next morning she was awakened by a crashing noise outside. He was gone. When she cautiously peered out the window, she saw him next to a pile of large rocks. He was methodically placing one after the other between two pylons and smashing them with his hand. There was dried blood down the pylons, although he didn't seem to be bleeding.
"What are you doing?" she asked him.
"Only thing I'm good at." he replied curtly. He saw her looking at the blood. "Mine, from long ago. I improved. Let me get dressed, and then we need to talk again."
While he was changing, she went to the mirror and looked at her pointed ears. She still wasn't sure if she liked all of the implications, but it wasn't as bad as she had been afraid it was. When he came out of the bathroom, she hopefully checked to see if he had any better clothes. He didn't. She reluctantly showered and put the old outfit back on. He had breakfast ready when she came out.
Over breakfast he told her "I have two things to say to you. One which you want to hear, and one which you probably do not want to hear.
First; Greymane is my brother. You are going to need my help to defeat him. You have the talent, but not the experience, and spending 400 years training you will age you enough to eliminate any chance to surprise him. The paradox of meeting myself was resolved by making me remember the entire time I was a ghost. I am the same Lord Alfric who brought you back in time, and I still have some of the power from the Crown. If you let me, I can hide myself within you, and we can work together. I give you my word that I will not do anything that you do not allow, and you are able to kick me out if I break my word. And if you forbid it, I will not even try. The Crown will give you warning. I expect no answer now. I will consider myself forbidden until you say otherwise."
He got up from the table. "I also owe you an apology for the times that I took you over without permission. I was treating you as a child, and you are much more than that."
She thought for a while. "Thank you. I am not happy about the way you treated me, but I'm willing to let you earn my trust. We still have Greymane to deal with, after all. I may want every advantage I can get."
Current Events: Mysterious Past
Previous Events: Makeover, Time Travel, Finding Judas, Kidnapped
Word Count: 1693
CC Used: Legend Isles Lyonesse world by Sookielee, Cmar's ear sliders, Euphoria skin by Fawkes
(Note: the picture of the ghost fading out was taken by using move objects to stick him onto a corner square. It is not Photoshopped. I have a top-down picture of the cave with that scene here http://www.modyourpanties.com/hosti...120824182239Top Down.jpg if you wish proof.)
I am Ghost. My husband is sidneydoj. I post, he downloads, and I wanted to keep my post count.
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