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.
“Where am
I?” Wynn asked as the drugged tea wore
off.
“Still
inside the Hollow City darling,” the woman in white responded. You are about to become the most important
creature in the whole universe, it really is too bad that the Cascade was
sealed so long ago or the sickness could spread into the multi-verse.”
“You’re
crazy!” Wynn managed to raise his voice
as he began to take notice of the area he was being held captive in. She smiled at him.
“I prefer
to think of myself as uniquely enlightened.
The Hollow City isn’t reality its actuality, nestled inside the astral
plane in the cleft created by the hollows of Love and Hate, and as they burn
with the power of Sham’bala and Carcass I rest here, in the Hollow City waiting,
biding my time until the host arrives and unlocks the Black Room.” She turned to watch his eyes with her head
cocked to the side, the look was unnerving.
“Everything you see in the Hollow City was once the city of Pompeii; I
almost gained me freedom that day, but only managed to supplant an echo of the
city on the face of the Black Room.”
“But you
are alone here.” She tsked at him and
then pointed right at his heart. Wynn’s eyes widened slightly and she smiled in
response. “Fuck we walked right into
this.”
“You are
the perfect host for this universe you are immortal and will be able to contain
the void.”
“I’m not
an immortal but my father was it didn’t pass on to me. I just age well, I might look like I am in my
twenties, but I’m only 33.” Her head
straightened and she frowned.
“You are
the host, this I know, but not the perfect host.” She turned and the topic of discussion
completely switched, “They were always focused on the numbers you see, three
proctors, two brothers, and one king to watch over their prisons, the homes of
the worst of the worst of all villainy.”
The woman in white spoke to Wynn quietly as the orrery spun overhead.
“There
were four people watching the Dark City.”
He mumbled in return.
She smiled
at him, “Only two that mattered, the oldest brothers, the other two were
incidental, and only managed to hold back the dark for so long. Already he stirs.” Wynn frowned at her. “Oh it’s not an immediate problem, he ate one
of his two guardians and unless the other dies it will take him centuries to
gain enough power to break free.” She
drew a long blade carved of the stone of the Hollow City and ran it lightly
over his chest. “Whereas I will be
gaining my freedom eminently by tearing your heart from the chest cavity and
eating it in front of you as the orrery predicts the next conjunction of
dimensions and my window to slip free of my shackles and bring about the white
once again. I did try so very, very hard
before to wipe this universe clean.”
Wynn
laughed, “Didn’t take though…”
“BECAUSE
THEY INTERFERED WITH THE GRAND DESIGN!”
She screamed as she plunged the blade into his chest and began to carve.
Mythology 109 - Part 3 “The Warrior
Princess”
“My mother
Penthesilea was an immortal warrior queen from another world, exiled to the Earth
many eons ago by noble blood. She had
made the best of this new world and this new life, but the field of battle was
something that she loved with all her heart and without that rush of fist
against flesh or blade against blade she was lost in the wilderness of life.” Amazona spoke to Hrolf after he finished his
tale.
“So she
raised her daughter to be the greatest warrior princess ever to walk the face
of the Earth. Penthesilea was
disheartened by what was coming; she could feel that the Queen was coming for
her, a gloom that overtook her normally cheerful personality.”
“It was
within a day when the Queen arrived and the visit was late at night,
Penthesilea did not go without a fight however and the struggle was brief and
ended quietly, a small puncture wound in her abdomen was the only clue to her
true fate,” Amazona sighed, “They say the curse took her and in a way it was a
curse one that I will never fully understand.”
“Her
daughter Daphne grew up and led her people to the best of her ability, they
raided the lands of Earth without compare, until she met her king. Their romance did not last long but ended splendidly,”
she smiled at him then and took his hand in hers. “Then came the Culling, the three immortals
came and decimated my people leaving only a handful alive, those born on Earth
and therefore low bloods, on her mothers homeworld the low bloods were charged
with mining the mineral of the immortals, but on Earth there was no such task
to be handled and so they were left alone.”
“I have
heard only rumors of one of the killers in the America’s but every lead have
come up short, some day I will find them and drive them into the ground.”
TBC in
Mythology 109 Part 4
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