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There's a dim, flickering light just around the bend in front of you. It moves as if it was a breathing creature, a living beacon to lead you inside. So you follow it. So it moves away. Still, you pursue it, and still it flees. You grow weary as you follow the unseen fire around bend after bend after bend and it continues to move away from you as it leads you on its wild goose chase. It's all too familiar now, and you could almost swear you've seen that cave formation before - in fact, you're sure of it; you've been going in circles. You turn to leave, perplexed and disheartened. As soon as you turn, however, there's a figure standing there. He holds a lantern with a fiery orb just hovering in its center.
...And you are? he finally asks you.
guest." you quickly reply.
He grins darkly, Congratulations to you then, guest; you've discovered my most expansive personal life lesson in such a simple manner.
Wall torches light down the cave path in a ripple effect, starting with the ones closest to you. You stand in some sense of awe as the tunnel burns in a hellish glimmer. The male is a crimson eyrie, with flame patterns running up his arms and on the sides of his face, encasing his eyes. His eyes! O, how they burn in their blood-streaked amber weariness.
My Story - History
the branch of knowledge dealing with past events.
Point of Origin - Delaski
I don't really know much about my original birth. I was left to die in the Forest of Hell by my... irresponsible birther, to put it nicely.
Accellerant - Miencrentrias
I was then reborn (for lack of a better term), into a caring mother's arms, and a father I would grow up knowing. I was second born out of five, two years after Istas.
Smokescreen - Farantae
The Mythwalker was once again my savior. He was unhappy with the unforseen outcome. So I became a prince. I suppose he had hopes for me to become great and live happily. Even as Prince Trory Adish Caradoc - the Red One of the Flames who is Beloved - my life was... less than happy. I was the eldest son, and had two older sisters. My father was the king of the most powerful, politically and culturally influencial, and wealthiest and most economically prosperous political state in Farantae. When I was merely fifteen, however, foreign countries dispatched secret assassins, who had hopes of killing my whole family. All my siblings, most of our servants (whom we treated like family), and a few of our best guards were killed. My father was wounded badly. The doctors did all they could to help him get well, but they gave him less than ten years to live.
And I would've died, if it wasn't for, apparently, a Mythwalker who had been watching me since birth. Why he singled me out, and why he thought I was important, I still don't know. I was still an infant, and I was like every other infant in that forest of death. I was to die. He told me my name had been Mahogany Doyle. A dark red wood... a sybol of sacrifice to Delaski's imp gods. For it was mahogany they burned on their disgusting pewter altars. Regardless, the one who saved me took me elsewhere; away to a new life.
I was given the name Ignatius vo Falliòn. Fire of the Universe. My father was always there, and yet, I can't say the same about my mother. She gave birth to me and my younger sister Konane, then seemed to change entirely. She never seemed to love me anymore, and my purpose became one more akin to that of a servant as opposed to the son I should've been to her. It seemed her only purpose anymore was to bear children, and she did. Aran (brother) followed Konane and finally Syrita (sister). My mother died with Syrita's birth.
Yet, my father remained strong. He took care of us, and we took care of him. The first time I learned of his sickness, I was just eleven. His Possession. His Curse. It was nothing less than fitting, however, since he was a demon-slayer under the Emperor of Mien himself. The captain of the Imperial Guard, in fact. Just under the Emperor's right hand man. He really became the King's Knight in that sick black fire chess game of hell at the time, never ceasing. And the Master Demon (second only two the combined entity of Quarak and Maximus, the Lord and Overlord of the Miensé hell) wanted Oteino's (my father's) head for the obliteration of her kin. So she placed bits of her very soul into his. No, that's not true. The original Curse was placed in the male of my lineage at least a millenia ago. She made sure it carried onto the next demon-slayer of every generation. The Curse would fully mature in its host's late forties, and my fater was now ripe for the harvesting. He killed Istas out of cold blood, the disgusting illness consumed him. Almost immidiately, we were split apart. He was sent to Rising Stone - a rather special ward that had dealt with millions of life-threatening criminals, the mentally-ill, the demon possessed... plenty. We (my siblings and I, I was eleven, and my youngest sibling was just five) were shipped off to the Military Academy. In that new hell, we were basically brainwashed.
The method that they used to accomplish their tasks, however, were set in a more holy manner. I hadn't known that the Curse had already been passed onto me, nor the Legacy (the occupation of being a demon-slayer) to the middle child, my younger sister... Konane. So Desdemona (the Master Demon) housed herself in me, and infested my soul. She rejected the brainwashing. As I remembered everything she'd told me (only I didn't know it was her telling me), I wrote it down in a secret journal, and Mien's sick state of being unfurled before me. Everyone was sheilded from it, but it began to feed me. I still have that journal to this day, and it's already attacked Syrita.
The cycle is repeating itself.
I had three advisors, which were One with the Universe - they were real, and yet, they did not exist. Cyrill, Gagan, and Mudkaj. They kept me safe. I suppose they had contacts with the Mythwalker at some point... but who knows anymore.
When my parents were forcing me to wed at sixteen, I had to first go through another military academy. Another hell, all over again. I found the power in myself to leave on my own.
| Likes | Dislikes |
| Fire Element | Wind Element |
| Neopia, Mien | Delaski, Farantae |
| Rasconza | The Twins |
| Love | Love |
| Intelligence | Ignorance |
| Books, Music | TV |
| Monster + Cheezit | Rockstar + Chese Nips |
Moving on...
Namir
Namir is my Crystacat; a Christmas gift from the lovely Rasconza. Namir... is quite affectionate, towards both Rascsonza and myself. She also likes to stalk Rasconza's Spyder, Jem. She's really unlike any other Crystacat; she isn't short and fat, no. Namir's more like your common house cat... with the mentality of a tiger. She has long ears, long legs, and a long tail, not to mention her unique pattern. If you aren't careful around her, she could easily gnaw off all your toes and fingers... x_x;;
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