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You hesitate.
But only for a moment.
You let the darkness swallow you.
You find yourself in an ancient temple, the old radiance still trying to beak through the layers of dust and hundreds of years of neglect. Both sides are lined with magnificent columns, some shattered, others still standing. All covered with hieroglyphs and etchings of the gods. The walls are likewise, covered with beautiful paintings and etchings of the world that was. Moonlight filters through cracks sporadically, providing some, if poor, light to break through the heavy gloomy atmosphere of the temple. You approach the altar and peer past it, squinting into the gloom. The dark shadow of a throne gradually appears and next to it, the massive form of stone dragon, lying elegantly like a feline and neck arched forward, eyes closed. You walk up the stairs, dropping your heavy pack as you do so, and move to examine the beautiful statue. The dragon has been beautifully painted in a deep sapphire blue, with a white mane and various pieces of gold jewellery. You marvel at the workmanship of the ancients. Sitting down, you lean against the side of the stone giant and let tiredness overtake you.
You awake to the sensation of your backing sliding away, leaving you to fall backwards.
How long were you asleep for? Checking your watch you see a mere ten minutes have passed.
You gaze upwards and recoil to find a monster draconian face staring at you through blank eyes. Panicking you scramble around trying to get away when a cold sensation washes over you like a wave, freezing you motionless.
Calm down human. I will not hurt one who is so unworthy." The beast speaks to you in a flat tone, emotionless. Neither cold nor joyful. The coldness leaves and you are free to move again.
Looking around, you notice the stone statue is gone, and then you realise. It never was a statue. You shudder and thank Fyora that it isn't a malevolent creature.
The dragon paces the temple, and you get the feeling that it is irritated, though it portrays no emotion. Finally you venture a tentative question.
Who are you?
The dragon pauses in its pacing and stalks towards you. Fear washes over you. Have you angered the beast?
He stops a few meters away and promptly sits on his haunches, his blank white eyes staring solemnly at you.
Minutes pass.
Finally, he speaks.
I am Sakiir. The Fallen one.
Eons ago, the cosmos was born in an instant. A single flash, and the whole universe came into being. As did we, the Serahamic beings. We numbered ten.
Ten beings who could control the very essence of space and time.
Ten beings who were infinitely powerful.
Ten beings who could tamper with the earth as they pleased.
And I was one of them.
The time passed. We were oblivious. Life began to appear on the planet, primitive, but still life. In no time at all, the life evolved. Humans and creatures appeared.
We convened and came to agreement that each would control one element or aspect of the earth. In an attempt to govern our great power, we created rules and boundaries that we had to abide by or risk grave consequences.
One thing we were sanctioned to do was tamper with the mortal's lives for our own ends, but only indirectly. The mortals learned of our existence and began to worship us, as mortals do. Thy believed us to be gods.
I was the deity of the sand and deserts. I governed these lands, the benevolent protector and guardian. I watched my people's lives with great interest for they were curious things. I watched them all, inspired some, made some great, some woeful, others I tested, making their lives a misery before leading them to happiness if they were deserving. Their lives lay bare to me. Their yearnings, their misfortunes, their sadness, their joys...and their loves. Love is a curious thing. It is so ethereal, so beautiful but yet savage. Once it captures you, there is no release.
I watched all of my people intensely, but there was one who I particularly found interesting. Isaria, the Pharaoh Kaneket's daughter, possessed incredible beauty and was remarkably generous to friends and servants alike, which was a rare quality. She also possessed a wonderful and charismatic personality, so much so that she was admired from afar by many. She was enchanting.
Finally one day I had enough of watching. Eons of feeling no emotion. Simply���¢�¯�¿�½���¦.existing���¢�¯�¿�½���¦I had enough. I wanted to experience what life was like for a mortal. I wanted to feel pain, sadness, joy, love. Something...different.
I changed my form, my essence naturally shaping itself into what it was drawn to. A draik. I found myself on the outskirts of the great city. And so began my experience as a mortal.
I created a mortal persona. I was a wealthy merchant from a nearby land, experiencing the beauty of the desert and setting up a business. I set myself up in the Pharaoh's court and enjoyed myself.
A few weeks passed and I experienced everything I could possibly imagine. It was a wondrous experience. However, seeing Isaria for the first time at the royal court���¢�¯�¿�½���¦she was breathtaking. More stunning in person. It began with brief encounters. Simple chatter. But we got to know each other. Weeks passed and the time at which I should have returned to my true state came and went. I remained in mortal form, even though it wearied and weakened me. I could not figure out why I could not return. My body yearned to return, but my soul said otherwise. In the end, I did return.
More time passed, and against all intuition, I returned to the mortals. I couldn't understand it. Was I falling for the mortal? It seemed to be so. And the cycle continued- I traveled back and forth between worlds, not being capable of staying in each more than briefly. I knew what I was doing was wrong. I was directly interfering with the mortals, but I couldn't resist. Eventually I told her what I was���¢�¯�¿�½���¦and she took it surprisingly well. More surprisingly, she stayed by my side.
I was torn. Confused. This couldn't go on.
And then, they found out.
The backlash was insufferable. The others were enraged. What I had been doing was wrong. Interfering with them directly? Unimaginable! Becoming a mortal? Unspeakable! They decided I must be punished, as well as the mortal. They wanted to destroy her essence so she could never return to the world again, in any shape or form. She would be completely gone. Non existing. But of course I rebelled, and I had some supporters. It was too extreme. Instead, to my dismay, her form was changed and she was cursed to wander the deserts forever.
Because of me.
And what of my fate? I could not be destroyed. Instead I was banished to the mortal realms as an immortal. Some of my powers were stripped, but many I retained.
Forced to reside on this world, a being who can never die. Cursed to stay here, forever or until I can return, mourning what I have lost, mulling over my past and fate. Millennia passed, I am still here. Probably will be for millennia more, serving my punishment. The city fell long ago, all that remains are ruins, but I find comfort in this place and my memories.
I remain here. Waiting.
Name: Sakiir
These are mere imitations of me, simply shades or "toys" as some call them.
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1) Do not use in the BC (When entering a contest, you have to enter your own art! Its in the rules, and if you enter someone elses, chances are highly likely you will be frozen!)
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