This tale was timed to be placed with a strip that has been cut until Chapter 3, so remember this tale in the future!!
My name is Mercedes Whitman and I'm a
hero on a foreign world. I am the daughter of two heroes, and was trapped on
this Earth during an Event that sealed the way back home forever. They call me
Black Sapphire when I’m out patrolling, and these are my Blogs.
“When am
I?” Black Sapphire asked herself in the
void that was her unconscious mind. Her
waking mind had been jumping back and forth between the present and her past
training with Mr. Walters the former Dark Avenger when she had collapsed in the
Hollow City, the third of the trinities holy places.
Sapphires
eyes snapped open and she found herself staring at the wizened aged face of a
filthy woman who smiled down at her.
“What?” She explained before
passing out once again. Wynn sighed and
took another sip from the tea he had be given to assist with the anxiety he had
been feeling since they had arrived here as had been prophesied by his mystic
tattoo’s.
“You were
saying?” Wynn prodded at his host.
“She is
suffering from post traumatic temporal dysplasia, her body and mind are
fighting one another and attempting to come to grips with the reality she now
finds herself in. She comes from another
world as do you, together you are bound to one another as you rush towards your
destiny.”
Wynn
sighed again and took another sip. “But
we aren't from the same universe and why aren't I suffering from this
affliction?”
“You are
far more in tune with the universe than she is,” she rested a hand on
Sapphire’s breast and it began to glow softly.
“She comes of fire and ice, a raging battle between two vastly different
personality types and underneath those emotions lay endless movement, her bane
and true source of power. She is
restless and seeks to cure a man than cannot be cured for the person he once
was no longer exists and she troubles her as her mind and soul grow to
understand the futility of her quest.”
Wynn set
the glass down and looked up at the glass ceiling that filled the entirety of
the shacks roof taking in the Orrery that filled the air above them in the
center of the Hollow City. He exhaled a
breath he hadn't realized he had been holding in. “That thing up there is a representation of
this universe?”
She
nodded. “The two primes sit at the
center of all, and the shadows and echoes of the other universes rotate around
them, the walls grow thin in places and events and things bleed through. Our world should not be, and Those Who Came
Before should have left this universe dead as had been intended by the Man in
White and his Black Room.” Wynn’s head
whipped around.
“You’re
talking about the void, why is…how the conversation switched to…” Wynn’s eyes
drooped and he fell into the table and knocked the tea over as he slammed into
it and then the ground.
“Outworlders
are always the same,” she muttered to herself as she straightened and began to
change into her true self, “Always taking for granted that which always comes
with a price never realizing the price is their soul.” She leaned over and ripped open Wynn’s shirt
and saw the prophecy written beneath, he lay on a table beneath multiple earths
and his heart had been ripped from his chest by a woman in white in a black
room. She smiled at the truth written on
his skin.
Mythology 109 - Part 2 “Legendary
Journeys”
He slammed
his flagon down on the table top and foam sloshed over the side and he
wept. “I had armies once, vast warriors
and champions and OH MY BERSERKERS!!” He
wailed.
“You do
realize I have no idea what you’re going on about right?” She spoke slowly to the drunken Hrolf.
“There was
a battle many years ago, we had been celebrating the deaths of the last of the
dragon wings and then they showed up, those three!!” He clenched a fist and thrust it upwards and
lightning crackled outside as his mind drifted back to the battle.
*******
King Hrolf
Kraki wielded Skofnung and twirled it around his palm and wrist and he walked
towards the three invaders that had summoned him and his warriors. A light rain had begun and the sky grew
darker as his mood soured, the celebration had been stopped because of this
interference.
“I do not
know who you are, or why you have come to this place, but you have entered the
kingdom of King Kraki and we are the defenders of this realm.” The lead male thrust out a finger and
lightning crackled behind him, illuminating the trio. His words were lost in the crack of thunder. The man next to him laughed and rested his
hands on his hips, and a young woman seemed to float slightly behind the pair.
“I did not
hear a word you said,” King Hrolf said.
The man once again thrust a finger out and screamed as a second bolt
leapt from the heavens and interrupted his speech. The King sighed and his warriors rushed
forward, followed by his champions and the berserkers brought up the rear. He urged his horse forward and bellowed commands
and watched over the course of several hours as his people were slaughtered by
the trio that would not die.
*******
Hrolf
finished the tale and Amazona patted him on the back and paused in her
consoling. “Wait…three immortals?”
TBC in
Mythology 109 Part 3
Works just as well, strip or no! Loved the mysterious old crone's description of Sapphire's inner struggle. Good stuff.
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Ok. Am I the only one grossed out by Wynn's missing heart? Those are usually required chest-pieces for the walking-around types. Huh?
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