Posted by HYPATIA on May 28, 2008, 2:45 am, in reply to "THE SEERS' QUEST"
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"Reserve your right to think,
for even to think wrongly
is better than not to think at all."
It was different from the last time, but Hypatia felt ready. She felt determined. Driven. It was the lingering power of her fire. It called to her, drove her on towards what she assumed was her destiny. She had done her duty, and while she was not complete, this was a step towards the glory, the power that the Fire within her wanted.
“The Diadem.”
The Elementals whispered behind her, around her. “Find us the Diadem.” Hypatia could gather little about the Diadem the Elementals looked for, but she felt driven towards her own homeland, Jaeger Reef. Her Fire felt repulsed at the idea of seeing the water churning, but at the same time, Hypatia’s fire steps did not falter. They were all interconnected. All ruled by the Elementals of each Element that made up the world. Without her Fire, there would be no Water, and vice versa. Her steps became more viscous to the Earth, bleeding upon the ground and leaving her mark behind her. She heard the voices of the Jaeger’s in her head, their voices without faces but driving her towards the ocean that she knew she had to see.
“The Diadem.”
It seemed to sing there, those words, as she looked out over the ocean of her homeland. How many times had she stared out at the Water, testing herself in its watery depths to overcome her aversion to the cool streams upon her body. She stepped out now. As if nothing bothered her. As if there was nothing but her and the Water. “ “Ichor and Amadi made a promise.” It sang to her again; only this time, she listened. “ “Where the water flows, it will be there.” Hypatia understood that while the ocean was where they lived, it was with the true Water that the promise they made, the Diadem they fashioned together, was where it would be.
Hypatia’s fire whirled about her then, skimming across the surface of the Water as if in greeting before she turned, steam rising from her skin. It was back to where the Elementals first called her to find the Diadem that she would have to go. The Academy. The Diadem, like the Stones, had a certain power. Apprentices, Seers, and Oracles were more susceptible to this pull of power, this lull of the Elements. And it was where the Water began, where all the Elements began. Something of each Element was housed in the Academy, lingering underneath a hidden part of the Temple and waiting to be released.
“I will release you.”
Hypatia whispered to the Wind, who danced across her fiery back as she ran towards the Academy. Her Fire pressed her further on, driving her faster and further than she ever thought she could. Suddenly, as she tore through the Temple ruins of the Academy, a small pool of Water, which a small stream in the middle of a clearing in the forest ran from, stood before it. For a moment it seemed nothing special at all. Just a small pool of water, hardly anything to notice with the glow of the Sun, and the whispers of the Wind in the Academy. It was silent amongst the forest and the trees around it. As if it had been there forever, untouched by the world around it.
“Water.”
Hypatia answered the stream, and brought it to life. It sang to her then, with the words of Water, uncontrollable and unfathomable to her Fire mind. But she held on to it and breathed in the Life of the Water that it was. Tears leaked from the edges of her eyes as she listened unlike she had ever listened before.
When she opened her eyes again after what seemed like a lifetime and the song of the Water had calmed in her mind, replaced by the Wind and Fire and Earth of the Academy, there in the grass around the pool stood a small osprey. It seemed to be looking into the depths of the pool, twisting its head about and about. Hypatia approached it cautiously, but it looked up at her and squeaked. It moved away as she approached, but only to give her room, not in fright.
And there, as Hypatia looked down into the Water, she saw the glinting of the Diadem that had sunk in the depths of the beginning of Water. Slowly, she nodded. This was a promise. Not just power. This was a life. Two lives intertwined.
Getting it out of the pool, Hypatia placed it as quietly as she could next to the pool of Water. It was untouched by the Water it had been it; the feathers still as fresh as the day they were plucked. This was the Diadem of Oreallo, the promise of two sisters, and all the hope of the Element they once lived in.
F i re II
lvl I apprentice
Circle of FIRE
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