To mend, everything that died. {Siri and ForeverM}

[ForeverMischievous]

Everything, had been lost. Honor. Dignity. Even strength was dimming, in the plane of the Etheral. Everything else, then Dread and fear, was diminishing and dying out. Only the dark powers, of the new Emperor, was growing stronger now. Everything else. Fading. And the first thing to fade, was hope. Hope of the return of the Empress. It had even become a mere rumor, that she even got away. And hadn't just been killed or enslaved by the Emperor as well. Everyone knew, that Saleina the Wise, had become a servant, and now served the Emperor. So why wouldn't the Empress? Saleina never left her Empress' side, for more then days, and it had been years now. Everyone was sure, that a brighter day, wasn't coming. Trying to come to terms, with this new world. Everyone, except one. Saleina.

Saleina kept hope strong. She knew the truth. She knew, that the Empress had gotten away. Had escaped. She had been gravely wounded, and Saleina knew, that there was little hope for the Empress. Yet her cub, had been strong. She would prevail. She would grow strong. And one day, she would feel her calling, and would return to them.

But it took too long. When the Empress' child, had come of age, she should have already felt the calling. Why wasn't she? Why was she staying away? Why was she ignoring the calls? Had she grown numb to it? Did she not want to help? Had she lost the ability, to even feel their plane? Or. Had the rift grown weak?
Either way, Saleina had grown tired of waiting. She knew, it would not be long, before the Emperor made his strike at the human plane as well. And then, she knew, it would be too late. She could not hinder the Emperor, much longer. She didn't care about the humans. They where young and stupid. Wasn't truly worth saving. But the Empress' daughter was there. And she was worth, everything. So Saleina made the highest risk, and created a portal, to the human world, once again. In a search, for their young Empress. For the legacy, of her kind. For the sake, of both planes.
The first time, had only been a visit, to see if the portal was strong enough, and she'd soon returned. But she felt something return with her, and it had her unease. Had a human made it through with her? Now reporting this, to the rest of it's kind? She had to be more careful this time. She had to make sure, no one else followed. It could not be risked. If the Emperor found out, that she was actually still able to create a portal, and that his torture hadn't weakened her.. He would surely make her regret her lies. She had lived his torture. But she hadn't done so lightly. She was a strong woman. But the torture, had been traumatic.

So now, in the human plane again, she wouldn't make the same mistake. She made sure to be more careful, and silent in her steps. But after searching for hours, and finding nothing, she dropped to her knees, in front of a small pond, lowering her head with a silent sigh. Again, she had failed her Kingdom. Failed to find the Empress. To find the only hope, still lingering. Slowly, that hope was dimming. The dress she wore, had clearly been adorned, to show off her features. To show off the woman she was. Not of her choice, however. The robes, she was made to wear by her new Emperor. She was still allowed to keep her golden claws. Placed upon four fingers of each of her four hands, only the thumb on each, without a claw. The Emperor knew, they channeled her powers, and would therefor need them to create portals to the human world. Once she regained enough of her strength. That strength, had almost been reached. But she didn't let him know. Lied. To keep the new Empress safe. The only problem was. The Empress, was nowhere to be found.

 

[Syrie]

Syrie​

Kindness. That was something that was often taken for granted in the plane of the humans. They often mocked and cruel to what they did not understand or thought was abnormal. There were however exceptions to this as certain humans did possess great kindness and passion. Growing up 'different' in this plain could be quite hard but with the right ones in one's life, they could manage through. That was how a young maiden had managed to survive through her years of ridicule and torment. She had been deem an outcast, unworthy in society's due to her difference in appearance. Her hair was seeming normally, light brunette in colour. Yet it was her eyes and ears that set her apart and brought on her torment. Canine ears adorned the top of her head, a few piercings in each while her eyes were of different colours, the right being a baby blue sapphire while the left was a milk chocolate auburn colour. Her bangs often cascaded along the left side of her face, sometimes concealing the auburn hue. She was no ordinary human child. If it wasn't for her parents love and care, she would have been long since lost due to the cruelty she endured as a child. Children picked on her for different coloured eyes and the cruelty worsened when they saw her ears. She was shunned and viewed as a freak. Her parents attempted to protected her and moved whenever these situations arose. Alas, the cycle always repeated itself and they were left but no choice but to move to an isolated location.

A few years had passed since they had moved last and their daughter had grown. She was shaping into a beautiful young maiden with a thin frame with muscle adorning her shape. Her breasts were well curved and balanced, being healthy as was her rump. One night, Syrie was sitting up late in her bedroom. She was seated upon her fluffy, yet firm, mattress, reading one of her favourite fairytales. For whatever reason, she found as though as she belonged in the realm of the fairytales opposed to the real realm. Everything she did, no matter what, she just didn't seem to fit in. Syrie had been an outcast since she was but a small child. Even now that she was older, she never strayed too far from home and rarely ventured into the near with her parents. When she did, it was usually upon a quick errand and she always wore a hat to conceal her ears that marked her as different. She had often asked her parents about why she was a freak and they simply told her she was not a freak, but a beautiful girl. Her parents often struggled with the words to tell her, but they knew it was best if they did not tell her the full truth, at least not yet.

It wasn't until one faithful night when Syrie had awakened from a sound sleep and fate had let her into town. Something seemed as though it had beckoned the young maiden. She had thought she had entered a dream as she saw what at first appeared a human woman but then quickly took note to the two extra arms she possessed. She managed to follow the strange woman quietly, interested in how she looked and watched as the woman appeared to disappear through a wall. Gathering up the courage, she had followed. With surprise, she went through the wall and was in yet another town. Yet, this town appeared to be different as it was filled the creatures of horror and fairytales. Every which way she turned, there was something stranger to be seen. It was nearly all too much for her as she quickly managed to find her way out of the strange place and back to the town, then home. Several nights passed before she finally brought up the courage to tell her parents one night at dinner. All had been silent before finally her father spoke. It was time.

Syrie's mother had brought her to them so that Syrie would be safe. She entrusted them with her daughter. Her mother had came into them on the brink of death and despite their efforts, the young couple were unable to help Syrie's birth mother. In her dying breaths, she had whispered the truth to them. Her mother was noble right, being Empress to the plane adjacent to the human plane known as Etheral. There had been a rise in a new power, seeking dominance and control of Etheral as well as the human plane. Syrie's mother had managed to escaped and had been fatally wounded in the process.

Syrie's mind had began wander as she thought upon her childhood and she thought about what her parents had told her that night about her birth mother. She closed her book and sighed heavily. Suddenly, something pulled her from her deep thoughts as she sensed that familiar aura she had felt that fateful night. As she stood up, she slipped into a tight, spaghetti strapped, black dress that possessed a flowing skirt at the bottom, the him of which reaching her thighs and no further. Slipping on a pair of socks, she then pulled on a pair combat style boots that came up to just below her shins. She tide the laces up and strapped the buckles before then placing a black cap upon her head to conceal her ears. Her parents were out, working late tonight at their jobs. They worked so hard to provide for their small family. Syrie slipped out through the front door, arms crossed over her bosom as she headed towards the woods. It was a perfect night, the moon was out in full bloom and the stars glistened. The light they emitted illuminated the surroundings just enough for her to see. Yet, even without this, Syrie would have been able to see, her eyesight quite keen than any humans. The air was not too hot and not too cold, it was just perfect.

In no time, she found the source of the aura and found the same strange woman she had followed earlier. Syrie watched from behind a tree, grasping onto it as she stared at that woman. Despite the fact that she possessed additional arms, she found the woman attractive and the additional appendages only added to the attraction. With a gulp, she stepped from the shadows and approached the woman. "Are, are you alright?" She asked, nearly skiddishly. She gripping at the him of the skirt of her dress, attempting to keep herself calm. "You seem down in the dumps, is there anything I can do to help?" She asked, a warm smile curving her lips. When the other was to look at Syrie, for the briefest of moment, she could see the hazy and nearly blurred, ghost-like image of the late Empress inside of Syrie, almost standing in her place.​

 

[ForeverMischievous]

As she sat there, contemplating, she did not react or notice the woman, that had sneaked up upon her. She would have. She would have noticed any nosy human. Either through scent or noise. But the one approaching, was no human. It was the daughter of her former Empress. The one thing, she was searching for. And she sneaked up upon a woman, who'd lived the last many years, paranoid as a convict. For she was a convict now. A free prisoner, constantly chained to the Emperor's will. When he wanted her to fight, she fought. When he wanted her to mend, she mended. She had become a tool, for the new leader. Where she had formerly been a friend. The former Empress, had shown her great love and cherish. She'd appreciated her great power and wisdom, and never had she even considered abusing it. Instead only ever used her, as an adviser. Saleina missed those days. Where her old age, and wise mind, hadn't been abused as a simple tool.

Due to the fact, that she had not heard the quite visitor, it sent a shock through Saleina, as the woman spoke. And the shock, was followed by anger, at the insolence of the humans. The blind bravery, to approach someone like her. To them, she was meant to be a god. Something to fear. And, it had snuck up on her. The anger, was partly aimed at herself. She'd been meant to be careful. Her shoulder arms, rose by each her side, and around her the grass started fizzling wildly, as if a storm rose, but only focused around her. And soon rocks followed, in an instant wrapping around her body, as it'd been ripped from the earth bellow her, and the rock formation around her, then sunk into the earth, and she was gone. She hadn't even gazed back upon the visitor, for a few seconds.

But she would now, the same kind of rock formation erupting right in front of Syrie, but this time the eruption crumbled to the ground, around the tall woman's body, as her lower right arm stung out for Syrie, in an attempt to quickly grab at her neck.
"What d..." Her following shouts of anger, was instantly interrupted, as she saw the pure white eyes, gazed at Syrie's own, instantly widening in shock. Her hand, instantly let go of Syrie, should she have caught her, and she took a step back, in astonishment.
"E.. Empress?" She first questioned, seeing a spitting image of her former Empress, in a younger age. But she quickly got doubts, her upper right hand quickly trying to push away the hat, only to reveal the truth, of what she hoped, and also dreaded. Two beautiful ears, to make the Empress the perfect charm, Saleina had always seen her as. "I.. It is you? N.. No, you.. Is.. Is it? Could it be? Syrie?" She questioned, doubt all but completely disolved, now only an annoying tick, at the back of her mind. She was sure. This was her. This was Syrie. The heir to the throne. The true Empress.

 

[Syrie]

Syrie was caught off guard at the reaction from the beautiful creature before. She stared in amazement as the elements appeared to suddenly respond to the creature, encasing her. Her eyes were wide with wonder and amazement. However, she still took a step back at feeling the rage and angered aura of the other. She backtracked through her mind, wondering if she had done or said something wrong just then to cause such an angry response from the other. Just as Syrie was to ask what she had done wrong, it was though the other completely vanished. Even though it was only fractions of seconds, it felt like several minutes had gone by before suddenly there was a shift in the ground at Syrie's feet. As the earth was again moved, the woman had reappeared before Syrie, this time facing her. She had been completely caught off guard and even though if she wished it, she could have easily dodged the other. However, she did not budge.

Syrie remained still as she felt the hand grasp her neck. Something within Syrie had calmed her, reassuring her that everything was to be fine. Despite the fact that it appeared as though this was the first time she saw the woman, there was an odd comfort she felt looking into those pure white orbs. There was a familiarity to them. Syrie watched as the woman's expression suddenly changed and heard her speak. Empress? Instantly, Syrie thought of what her adoptive parents had told her in regards to her birth mother and the title she carried. She felt a breeze atop of her head as the cap was brushed off by one of the hands, her ears instantly perking up at the freedom of no longer being restrained by the cap. Her ears twitched in response and recognition to her name being called. This woman knew her name and knew of her mother. Something was nagging Syrie on, pushing her towards the woman as those guiding her. "I am Syrie. Did, did you know my mother? My real mother?" She asked, nearly hopeful.

Soon, something had clicked in Syrie's mind. The overturn in power that had caused her mother to flee. Her ears slanted back for a moment as she stared at the woman, almost in question. Was this woman friend or foe? Should Syrie have come out to so openly to this woman? A voice soon echoed in Syrie's mind. 'It's alright, little one. She is one you can trust. Her name is Saleina and she is your strongest ally.' Syrie had closed her mind as she listened to the soft and tender voice echo in her mind. Slowly her eyes opened as she stared at the woman with a warm and kind gaze in her eyes. A soft smile caressed and curved her lips ever so tenderly. "Your name, it's Saleina?" She asked, curiously. "I don't know how I would know that. This is going to sound strange, even coming from a freak like me, but I heard a voice in my head tell me that's your name." She then spoke, with a soft laugh as she glanced to the side.

Syrie couldn't stop her eyes from wandering back to the other, roaming over her body. She was truly beautiful and attractive. Syrie had never seen beauty before and envied her beauty. She was even further marveled at the way the elements seemed to react to the other. She was fascinated at how that had happened. Even further still, she had more questions and wanted to know about the market she had followed the other into several nights before. Syrie began to chew upon her lower lip as her gaze once again cast to the ground, her eyes searching for something to focus upon but alas once more they were locked by the other's eyes. "I was led to you for some reason, and I don't know why."​

 

[ForeverMischievous]

With every second Saleina stared upon Syrie, she became more and more certain, that this truly was her. It was the Empress' daughter! It was the one she'd been looking for! The one thing, that could save their Kingdom, and put an end to the Wicked Emperor! Finally. And as she spoke, and questioned about her mother, Saleina whimpered softly, now with a wide, proud expression. until she realized, what she'd just done, her eyes turning frightful instead, as she instantly dropped to her knees, both right hands placed upon the ground, her face averted the same way, with closed eyes.
"I.. Apologize deeply, Empress. I.. I feared my powers had dimmed, and I'd let a mere human sneak up on me.. Forgive me.." She first apologized, before turning her gaze up to Syrie again, her lips now curving a smile, of deep relief. "Y.. Yes.. Yehes, I knew your mother, young Syrie.. And I.. Have been looking for you. We need you to return. We. Need you, in the Etheral." She explained, sighing softly, as her eyes turned teary with joy, before she lowered her face again, her upper left hand stroking the tears, that pressed against her eyes. "I'm sorry.. Heh.. I am just.. So.. Happy to see you again." She chuckled lightly, gulping, as she tried to get control of herself again. The pain she had suffered, since aiding the Empress' escape, was evident upon her face. A scars, running over her right cheek, one over her right brow and several upon her neck. There was several other visible scars, that all seemed meager, compared to the one upon her neck. A wound, that could've seemingly killed others.

Then as Syrie spoke her name, Saleina chuckled a single time, with a happy whimper, and a few nods. She was about to speak, until she heard the word 'freak'. "F.. Freak? Oh, but Empress. You are far from that. Your the peak of beauty. The embodiment of elegance. Don't ever think yourself a freak, my Highness.. The Kingdom knelt to the dust for your mother, because of her kindness, but not without eye to her beauty. And.. You are everything, your mother was." She started by stating, remaining knelt down in front of Syrie. She never did so for her mother. She knew, she didn't have to. And she'd been asked to stop doing it, time and time again. But now. After so many years, bellow the Emperors heavy hand. She'd grown back in her old ways. Kneeling before her Commander, knowing the Emperor would whip her, should she not do so. "And the voice, was your mothers. I am certain. She speaks to you, even now. Your kin, never withers from either plains. They always remain, in the shade of their legacy. I am certain it is her, who still speaks to you." She said, nodding a few times, before lowering her head a bit again.

She smiled widely with the last question, closing her eyes as she chuckled a single time, letting her head drop, to face the ground, her long silk hair falling around it. "You.. Felt my calling, your Highness. My aura. In this.. Feeble world, it is easy to feel and follow aura's. No one else, carries these aura's. You where drawn to it. Because you do not belong here. These.. Humans. Is not worthy of your presence, and your mind lead you to me, because it knows. You do not belong here." Saleina spoke, as she whipped her head, to lead her hair over one shoulder, gazing back up to Syrie again, with a weak smile. "I.. Am. Overjoyed.. To finally find you, my Empress."

 

[Syrie]

Syrie was caught off guard as the woman dropped to the ground, kneeling before her. She was taken back by the amount of respect of the other seemed to possess and show towards her. Her breath was taken away. It was the first time anyone had shown her such respect. She was needed? Even after having learned about that she was of noble birth and where she was from, Syrie still did not consider herself of grave importance. As Syrie was lost in thought, caught in the whirlwind moment of having someone show her such respect, she then noticed the scars. How did she not notice them before? The tender smile faded ever so slightly as her brows furrowed with some concern. Were those scars from a battle? Did they take place under her mother's care or under the reign of this new Emperor her adoptive parents had informed her of. Yet, her question was to remain unanswered for the moment as the woman then continued to speak.

Syrie listened to every word and detail the woman gave, paying attention to her tone. Syrie was beginning to feel uncomfortable with Saleina kneeling before her like that. It was something she was not accustomed to and even this was the way those of her birth right to be treated, Syrie did not wish it. She never wished herself to be above anyone else, she only wished for everyone to be held in equal regards. A part of her at that moment wished she was not someone of such important status. A faint, rosy blush had then splayed across her pale peach cheeks as she was compared to her mother. Her adoptive parents had spoken of her mother's natural beauty and now Saleina was referencing to it as well. It was a great feeling to be called 'beautiful', even if it was only in a comparison.

Syrie's eyes widened when Saleina told her the source of the voice within her head. Her head cocked to the side as she attempted to understand what the woman was telling her. Her head then straightened out as she closed her eyes, attempting to remember that voice. It was so kind and gentle, the voice so soothing. Even though all it was was but a voice, it was comforting and warm, as though a warm blanket had been placed around Syrie and she had been pulled into a warm embrace. The gentle smile soon returned, more prompt and evident this time. It was nice to hear her mother's voice. With a voice like that, her mother was truly a kind hearted soul. Syrie slowly opened her eyes and caught sight of Saleina lowering her head once again. She really wished she wouldn't do that. Yet, Syrie remained silent for the moment, not wishing to interrupt the other. That would have been rude in her eyes. Her ears twitched with the way Saleina spoke of the humans and their plane, and saddened her heart. Even further was when Saleina stated she did not belong there. Her gaze was soon locked with that of Saleina's once more.

A tender smile returned as she offered out her hand and waited for Saleina to take it. The moment she would, Syrie nudged and pulled the other to her feet. "Please, you don't have to kneel before me. I don't wish for that." She was tender with her words, them coming out coated in a loving tone. "I. This is a lot to take in. It was only when I first followed you and came back that I learned of my heritage and my late mother. It's still hard to believe that I'm royalty." She lightly laughed, giggling soft at the mentioning of her being royalty. "Why? Why do you speak of humans in such a way? They have their flaws, but who doesn't? No one is true perfection. If everyone was of true perfection, then everything would indeed in fact be ever so plain and boring." Her smile remained as she glanced back over her shoulder, gazing in the direction where her home was ever so far away. She thought of her human parents and what they had shown her. Her eyes closed for a moment as fond memories surfaced. Her eyes slowly opened, sorrow nearly filling them. "Return to Etheral. That means, I'll have to leave here." There was sadness in her tone as she thought about leaving behind her beloved parents.

That tender voice once again echoed through her mind. 'My little one, you must return for them. I fear since my absence there is a terrible evil extending its reach. That reach will soon envelope this world as well. Your parents will be safe for the time being. Yet, if you do not return, they will no longer be safe. You have seen what I wish for our people to see. Do not doubt yourself. You are my daughter. With Lady Saleina at your side, you will take back our kingdom and open our people's eyes. Lady Saleina may be doubtful now, but you will be able to achieve what I could not. I know you can.' Syrie felt oddly comforted by her mother's words, her voice echoing in her mind with reassurance. Syrie turned her head to look at Saleina once more. "I'll return with you. But I am going to need your help. Will you assist me the way you assisted my mother? I wish for you to be at my side." She smiled warmly to the other. Syrie possessed a gentle and tender soul, one of true purity. "Also, if I may, you are truly beautiful." She giggled soft heartedly as she combed her fingers through her hair. "Are we going to return the way in which I followed you last night? If so," Syrie knelt down as she picked up her cap before standing back up and placing it upon her head, "please lead the way, Lady Saleina."​