I7DT: A quarry

by **Sean Hall** » Fri Aug 12, 2011 10:45 pm

The shield flexed again and more pieces of memory leaked through.

A toddler Sean covered in blood. Dead eyes on a beautiful ethereal face. Marks being painted on toddler Sean's skin. Desperate chanting interrupted by liquid coughing. Then a scream in a voice deep.

Mira was pushed out again though it was slower to recover this time.

by **Altamira Vazquez** » Fri Aug 12, 2011 11:35 pm

"What on Earth....Sean..." Mira said, shocked.

And then...she went....forward.

by **Sean Hall** » Fri Aug 12, 2011 11:50 pm

The shield flexed cracked and broke. The first carved circle stopped glowing, and Mira could feel the power she also felt the construct crack.

Another image of a circle of figures but no faces. Even their shapes were drowned out by water like distortion on the...lens. Their proportions seemed wrong...was the only word for it. Sean was on the ground runes on his skin glowing blue, electricity crackling into the red liquid pooled around his form. Flashing images of two possibly caring individuals flashed by eyes too blue, smiles too big. Then the images cracked and blew apart as the next shield sealed.

Sean's mindscape bucked as the crack extended from the construct into his mind. Brute force certainly was working.

by **Altamira Vazquez** » Fri Aug 12, 2011 11:54 pm

"What are you hiding, Mage..." the Phoenix said, moving on, her outfit turning a deep green...

by **Sean Hall** » Sat Aug 13, 2011 12:12 am

The second shield didn't do anything to her, it hadn't been created to combat her. She could feel it's touch though it was cold and made her mouth taste of metal.

The full moon filled with blood. Something howled in a voice at first young then it was joined by voices too deep to be human.

The third shield didn't even flex as she pushed it. This one was different than the others it was stronger, more alien, somebody had sacrificed everything to create it and that somebody couldn't possibly have been Sean. The podium began to sink into the ground, the last circle slowly flooding with an ink like substance.

by **Altamira Vazquez** » Sat Aug 13, 2011 12:23 am

Mira formed a shield around her.

"You think you can keep ME out?"

by **Sean Hall** » Sat Aug 13, 2011 12:30 am

Shields certainly didn't talk, but if they did this one would be talking all kinds of trash as it held Altamira on the other side. The shield grew warm and almost felt soft. As Altamira pushed against it she could taste copper. She could feel warm liquid on her hands.

The podium continued to sink slowly into the ground, the inky substance contracting along with the innermost carved circle.

by **Altamira Vazquez** » Sat Aug 13, 2011 12:34 am

Altamira strained, her clothes turning a deep, dark red.

"Not...today" she growled reaching out with a TENDRIL of sheer power, trying to smash her way through.

by **Sean Hall** » Sat Aug 13, 2011 12:39 am

The tendril shattered against the shield breaking apart into fragments. The marble square cratered as one shard of it smashed against it, another hit the fence melting it away, the third shard hit the wall of brambles starting a small inferno. The shield screamed in a mix of male and female voices at Altamira not in pain, but in sadness as she tried to break through it.

The podium was nearly gone, mere inches remaining.

The carving the shield was based of was melting, blood leaking from the carving itself. The energy of the shield spending itself in violent conflict.

by **Altamira Vazquez** » Sat Aug 13, 2011 12:52 am

Altamira reached out with her powers, pulling at the podium.

"Rise, damn you...Me dijo: "Levántate!""

by **Sean Hall** » Sat Aug 13, 2011 12:58 am

The podium resisted considerably more than expected. Even so it began to rise back out the black ink like substance clinging to it.

Words formed on the surface of the shield that had stopped Altamira.

Why?

by **Altamira Vazquez** » Sat Aug 13, 2011 1:03 am

"Because I desire it.

Because this is not normal.

Because."

by **Sean Hall** » Sat Aug 13, 2011 1:07 am

Because why? You open Pandora's box in our own blood's mind, we protect him, destroyer.

The shield contracted as a red hand pushed through the shield and then the golem began pulling itself from the shield, another began the process as well.

by **Altamira Vazquez** » Sat Aug 13, 2011 1:10 am

"I am not the Destroyer. I am the Creator," she said, taking a ready stance.

by **Sean Hall** » Sat Aug 13, 2011 1:16 am

The first golem advanced on Altamira at rather surprising speed. Its arms shifting to blades that were swung straight for her torso. Three more golems pulled themselves from the shield, one had an axe. The two others were 'female' and their fingers were sharpened talons.

Creator of pain....Our life. Our blood.

The podium began to sink again as more of the ink like substance attached itself to it and countered Mira's actions.

by **Altamira Vazquez** » Sat Aug 13, 2011 1:26 am

Altamira tried to leap backwards, but the inky substance was sort of everywhere.

"I don't want to hurt him...stand down," Mira said, trying to dodge.

by **Sean Hall** » Sat Aug 13, 2011 1:32 am

The podium was almost gone the flat of it's top the only thing left above the inky substance.

We are eternal. Duty. Blood is thicker than water.

Three of them charged her blades swinging to maim, but one female figure stayed back from the others watching Altamira closely. It frowned at Altamira, and tears ran down its cheeks.

Some bonds transcend death

by **Altamira Vazquez** » Sat Aug 13, 2011 2:18 am

"As. Do. I," she said, and, bursting into the air, tried to illuminate the entire area with a brilliant light.

by **Sean Hall** » Sat Aug 13, 2011 2:29 am

The golems stared at Altamira either unwilling or unable to get into the sky. Instead they began backing up towards the black hole the podium had now fully descended into.

Even in death we have our victory.

The ink began to descend back into the hole rapidly.

...Sean...

The female figure still hung back. The circle that had created the golems began to crack, and the platform began to heave upwards.

by **Altamira Vazquez** » Sat Aug 13, 2011 2:42 am

"And who are you?" Altamira asked the female, trying to keep the pedestal at a decent height with her telekenesis.

by **Sean Hall** » Sat Aug 13, 2011 2:48 am

Imprisoned in a cell of my own making. I did it for Sean, to protect him from all of this. It was the last gift a mother could give.

The figure backed away from Mira towards the podium, even if her form was beginning to lose its cohesion.

by **Altamira Vazquez** » Sat Aug 13, 2011 3:05 am

"Hold, I say!" Mira said, trying to lend the figure some psychic stability.

by **Sean Hall** » Sat Aug 13, 2011 4:04 pm

The figure regained some its cohesion, but the magic that powered them was failing. Too many factors beyond simply powering the construct were in play. The figure did halt though.

You have no power over us despite our son's feelings for you. We must complete our task

This time it was the axe wielder communicating with Altamira.

by **Altamira Vazquez** » Sat Aug 13, 2011 4:12 pm

"And what IS that task?"

by **Sean Hall** » Sat Aug 13, 2011 4:21 pm

To keep him safe from this until he is ready. He trusts you too much. He cares too much. He is not yet ready to face this.

by **Altamira Vazquez** » Sat Aug 13, 2011 4:27 pm

"What IS this?"

by **Sean Hall** » Sat Aug 13, 2011 4:40 pm

Mistakes. Massacre. Sacrifice. Pain. Fear It is many things. It is what once was.

by **Altamira Vazquez** » Sat Aug 13, 2011 4:44 pm

"Urgh, I hate nonspecifics," she said, striding forward towards the platform.

by **Sean Hall** » Sat Aug 13, 2011 4:48 pm

No.

All four figures barred her path.

This is not a decision for you to make. Do you not even care what will happen to him?

by **Altamira Vazquez** » Sat Aug 13, 2011 4:51 pm

"I care tremendously. I know you are not supposed to be here. I need a reason not to rout you out."

by **Sean Hall** » Sat Aug 13, 2011 5:23 pm

No we are not, but we are and have been for quite some time. We made this seal and the mind has grown around and into it. They are one and in routing us you will do considerable damage to his mind whether you intend to or not.

by **Altamira Vazquez** » Sat Aug 13, 2011 5:56 pm

"I need more than that."

by **Sean Hall** » Sat Aug 13, 2011 6:12 pm

More than his continued health?

The figures stepped back again forms starting to look a little runny.

This is not your fight, Phoenix. Sean will pursue those who did this and he is not ready to face them.

by **Altamira Vazquez** » Sat Aug 13, 2011 6:18 pm

"..." Mira said.

"I'm just supposed to TRUST you?"

by **Sean Hall** » Sat Aug 13, 2011 6:21 pm

Yes. We wouldn't do anything to harm Sean, he is ours.

The figures backed up another step.

by **Altamira Vazquez** » Sat Aug 13, 2011 6:57 pm

"No. He is his."

by **Sean Hall** » Sat Aug 13, 2011 7:29 pm

Our blood. Our family. Our child. Our sacrifice. He will be completely his own when he is ready.

by **Altamira Vazquez** » Sat Aug 13, 2011 7:31 pm

"He is sworn to noone but himself. You retard his development to what end?"

by **Sean Hall** » Sat Aug 13, 2011 7:37 pm

We retard nothing by withholding this truth. We only hope to prevent early demise if he were to chase things that are beyond him, beyond even us. There are things in the dark that search for him. Giving him this would give them everything.

by **Altamira Vazquez** » Sat Aug 13, 2011 8:15 pm

"WHAT things?"

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