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An old page spoke of a long hidden hope. So long forgotten has it stood that no one truly remembers it's meaning, save for those who remember the old language. The long dead Old Tongue that has remained unspoken in centuries.
Within Fate's tangled web of dreams and visions arose a hope of sorts. A torn dream, a hopeful dream. Yet, no one remembered why the dream was made. No one remembered its purpose. When it was reborn again it was destroyed before it could set to figure out on it's own what it was. And again, it died but so close to, it's destiny the last time that there still lies a hope that the dream can be fulfilled. That the dream that was created can come true.
That dream had a name. A name that was unique, yet not at the same time. The Creator had created it for Love. The World tried to corrupt it into Hate. Now the dream rests on the coin of mortality, of morality. The Light of All realms lay in the hands of Man. They can mold it. Shape it. Corrupt it. Purify it.
But ultimately...the Dream decides it's fate.
Vega woke with a start; sweat covering her back causing her to shiver as the night cold air blew through the open window. She held her head in her hands, her long waist long hair falling around her as she trembled. 'It's the same thing every time. The same dream...but what does it mean!?' She let out a shuddering breath as she tried to calm her frantic heart until it was calm. Images from the dream kept filtering in her mind...
She shook them out violently. She could not let things get to her when she had so many things to figure out. Getting up shakily she walked out onto the porch, with her wings gone from the eyes of mortals all that remained on her back was seven vivid scars no one could cover up, save for clothes but that was understandable. Fingers gripped the banister shakily. She had been having this dream for years. Always without fail every new moon. She would see the slumbering dragon in the stained glass window. A soul divided but whole. Close but far. It had taken her to stumble upon the female to figure out just exactly the source of the window was.
Kitira.
Her eyes narrowed as she looked up at the empty moon. She was not looking forward to confronting the woman if she could help it. Especially since the last time she had seen her sister, she had been pressed against the wall of an undisclosed location and teased mercilessly until she begged Kitira to stop. Kitira normally probably wouldn't have unless she was starting to get her memories back. If that was the case she had to be on the lookout for that too. It was the last thing she needed to ended up in her lap with the End Days coming. For a dragon to wake up. That was in her top five things of dislikes. Especially when it was Kitira. She had started to wonder though if the woman had finally gone mad under Lucifer's care.
Doubtful. She was mad to begin with.
That had never stopped anyone before though. The thought of being able to tame Kitira had been a daunting task the past decade, she finally had soothed to the point where she was dormant and wouldn't cause trouble and what happens? Fucking. Lucifer. Hell. If they had just left the Lady of Chaos in her place years ago they wouldn't be in this predicament.
Within Fate's tangled web of dreams and visions arose a hope of sorts. A torn dream, a hopeful dream. Yet, no one remembered why the dream was made. No one remembered its purpose. When it was reborn again it was destroyed before it could set to figure out on it's own what it was. And again, it died but so close to, it's destiny the last time that there still lies a hope that the dream can be fulfilled. That the dream that was created can come true.
That dream had a name. A name that was unique, yet not at the same time. The Creator had created it for Love. The World tried to corrupt it into Hate. Now the dream rests on the coin of mortality, of morality. The Light of All realms lay in the hands of Man. They can mold it. Shape it. Corrupt it. Purify it.
But ultimately...the Dream decides it's fate.
Vega woke with a start; sweat covering her back causing her to shiver as the night cold air blew through the open window. She held her head in her hands, her long waist long hair falling around her as she trembled. 'It's the same thing every time. The same dream...but what does it mean!?' She let out a shuddering breath as she tried to calm her frantic heart until it was calm. Images from the dream kept filtering in her mind...
She shook them out violently. She could not let things get to her when she had so many things to figure out. Getting up shakily she walked out onto the porch, with her wings gone from the eyes of mortals all that remained on her back was seven vivid scars no one could cover up, save for clothes but that was understandable. Fingers gripped the banister shakily. She had been having this dream for years. Always without fail every new moon. She would see the slumbering dragon in the stained glass window. A soul divided but whole. Close but far. It had taken her to stumble upon the female to figure out just exactly the source of the window was.
Kitira.
Her eyes narrowed as she looked up at the empty moon. She was not looking forward to confronting the woman if she could help it. Especially since the last time she had seen her sister, she had been pressed against the wall of an undisclosed location and teased mercilessly until she begged Kitira to stop. Kitira normally probably wouldn't have unless she was starting to get her memories back. If that was the case she had to be on the lookout for that too. It was the last thing she needed to ended up in her lap with the End Days coming. For a dragon to wake up. That was in her top five things of dislikes. Especially when it was Kitira. She had started to wonder though if the woman had finally gone mad under Lucifer's care.
Doubtful. She was mad to begin with.
That had never stopped anyone before though. The thought of being able to tame Kitira had been a daunting task the past decade, she finally had soothed to the point where she was dormant and wouldn't cause trouble and what happens? Fucking. Lucifer. Hell. If they had just left the Lady of Chaos in her place years ago they wouldn't be in this predicament.