“Cherish.. Most.. Take.. Away..”
Once again a lesson flew out into the air, cascaded like a stream of water through the banks of a river, as a leaf flowing on the waves of the wind. But did the child learn it?
The Dark Lord stood outside of the world, and watched with a neutral expression at the progress the girl as making. It was not pretty and it was not good. But it was necessary, this much the Lord knew for certain. She was weak, and in this world weakness could not be tolerated. Her strengths, fears and the things she most cherished.. it was all used against her. And in her lowest point, she crawled up like a little babe and wept.
For a while, the Darkness continued its examination. Weighing the odds, was she ready for what would come next? Would she bite the bait he had set for her? Questions, questions.. but no answer. She was broken now, and this was the time. The time to watch and see if she would reforge herself into an entity of Vengeance and Justice... or if she would choose the easy way out and cradle the memories of what she had lost.
Because she -had- lost it all, Kaine had made sure of that. If Sopher had ever come across the broken bird, that she had become... well the Lord did not know what would have happened. At any rate, it was this or death. It is known.
**
A blink, one more and a third. A different world, a different lesson. What would she make out of it, what could she make out of it? This was the final world, the final dream. But there was a change, a change in scenery and a change in mood. For the dream was different, a dream of power and lust. Temptation and pain.. Vengeance.. and Justice. Fire and Blood. All of this and more. How would she react? The die had been cast.
She woke up to the slight breeze of an ocean meadow, the sun was setting in and dusk was at hand. The moon would soon show, but for now it was still invisible behind the horizon. Only a hint, a shimmer of the light was there to imply it's coming.
In the far reaches behind her, a range of mountains could be made out. High their peaks went, up in the sky not to be touched by mortal hands.
What was this world?
None that existed in the true Galaxy, but our little Evelynn did not know.
As her eyes opened, she saw the beauty of the place and her eyes would weep for its magnificence. The lessons of the previous dreams were far away, and would do nothing to hamper this crucial moment. A moment of peace.. a moment of truth and tranquility. But this would not continue on for much longer.
The storm was coming.
This was just its eye.
She would have to pick between past and future.
Between light and darkness.
Between Justice and Apathy.
What would she do?
**
Dusk settled in and the storm came. It was an Everstorm, its banks of clouds seeped in darkness and lightning. Red electricity poured from it and where it swept the beautiful lands were left desolated. The once mighty mountains crumbled, the sea boiled into nothingness and the lands were ripped to shreds. From the storm a form came, its robbed silhouette saturated in the blackest tint there was. Light itself could not escape it's peril.
As the Lord of Darkness stepped out of the storm and onto the fields, his mark drained the remaining life of the fields. Only his eyes were seen through the cloak of shadows. The eyes were pitches of ice and fire and in them you saw.. desolation.
“Child of Asmodea of the House Dorn. You have been weighted and found lacking.”
His voice boomed, and it was Power.
“Choose.”
Out of nothing, the world blanked out. It shifted in agony, the scream of the land filled her ear as its existence was forced to bend before the power of the Dark One.
The world flickered and came back into view, it was a hall with two separate domains. In one... Sopher and Chomp were playing in a field of flowers, their laughter was amiable and cheery. Happiness awaited there. But it was bleak, and if you looked closely you saw the figments of the dream world.
The Dark One swept with his hand, and the other domain came into view. It was him, the Lord of Darkness, bringing destruction to a world. Cities burned and forests were turned into ice. A castle crumbled, and outside the ruins the body of the Black Iron Tyrant was tortured. Reanimated and killed.. reanimated and killed.. in eternal agony.
The Lord turned around in his domain, and watched as he was being watched. Then.. his cloak was removed by him and it became clear. Clear that him was not him, that it was a possibility. For the face was that of the little girl, little poor Evelynn Dorn. Child of Asmodea. Destroyer of Worlds, Eater of Souls and the Lady of Vengeance.
“Pick. Apathy or Justice.”
**
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