- Nov 22, 2014
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Ozerchabal's music made Chloe want to slam her own face through a sheet of glass. This was exactly the kind of pumped up that she wanted to be today. With her head swimming in hell's music, she tore the price tag off of her newly purchased sledgehammer and marched into the cave.
This was where Eroshay had made the shrine to her father, Mikhainon. She thought that she would be able to tolerate it, but it haunted her dreams. She thought she could feel him, reaching into this world through his sacred ground, grasping for her mind. He wanted revenge, and the truce they struck would only prevent the worst he was capable of. He could still drive her mad. Was he trying to drive her mad? Was that his game? That fucker! She would show him!
With a primal yell, she swung her hammer. She could be heard well past the range of Ozerchabal's song - but this part of the island was usually empty. She swung again, and again, smashing anything that looked important. Ozerchabal joined in with his own hammer, chipping away at the bloody paintings on the cave's inner surface.
She wanted to feel a tendril of his power, wanted to feel his anger, wanted to feel it crest and destroy itself against her own anger. She didn't feel anything. She swung harder, and all it made her feel was out of breath. There was no triumph here, none of the satisfaction she had imagined - only emptiness. She swung harder. In the back of her mind, she began to wonder if any of this was real, if her father had actually been trying to act against her. She felt guilt (Guilt!?) at destroying something Shay had worked so hard on. Wasn't she family too, kinda-sorta? Did she need to suffer too for this?
Maybe this was all imagined. The dreams, the fears, everything. Chloe swung harder to shake these thoughts loose. Maybe he was making her think these things and feel these things, nibbling at the back of her mind. It was a nice try! Haha! She laughed, bitter and defiant. She swung harder.
Ozerchabal noticed the newcomer first. The music stopped. Chloe turned to face the entrance.
@Foxy
This was where Eroshay had made the shrine to her father, Mikhainon. She thought that she would be able to tolerate it, but it haunted her dreams. She thought she could feel him, reaching into this world through his sacred ground, grasping for her mind. He wanted revenge, and the truce they struck would only prevent the worst he was capable of. He could still drive her mad. Was he trying to drive her mad? Was that his game? That fucker! She would show him!
With a primal yell, she swung her hammer. She could be heard well past the range of Ozerchabal's song - but this part of the island was usually empty. She swung again, and again, smashing anything that looked important. Ozerchabal joined in with his own hammer, chipping away at the bloody paintings on the cave's inner surface.
She wanted to feel a tendril of his power, wanted to feel his anger, wanted to feel it crest and destroy itself against her own anger. She didn't feel anything. She swung harder, and all it made her feel was out of breath. There was no triumph here, none of the satisfaction she had imagined - only emptiness. She swung harder. In the back of her mind, she began to wonder if any of this was real, if her father had actually been trying to act against her. She felt guilt (Guilt!?) at destroying something Shay had worked so hard on. Wasn't she family too, kinda-sorta? Did she need to suffer too for this?
Maybe this was all imagined. The dreams, the fears, everything. Chloe swung harder to shake these thoughts loose. Maybe he was making her think these things and feel these things, nibbling at the back of her mind. It was a nice try! Haha! She laughed, bitter and defiant. She swung harder.
Ozerchabal noticed the newcomer first. The music stopped. Chloe turned to face the entrance.
@Foxy
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