Jul. 31st, 2014

kajones_writing: (Richard with sword)

Finally the day had come. Pandora had been waiting for over a century, although it had felt much longer than that, but all of the souls had been collected. Their plan was an unusual one, because it involved willing volunteers. Normally they would just gather the souls and wipe their memories without them having any knowledge of what had happened. It had a high failure rate. More souls remembered who they had been before that way than they did when they had chosen to be involved, so this time they’d waited patiently for the five hundred they needed, instead of giving up halfway through the way they normally did. As she walked through the room they’d designated as soul storage she smiled. Every single one of them had volunteered to be a part of their experiment, knowing what that meant. They’d agreed to having their memories wiped, which would be replaced by memories of who they had become, before being placed on a world where they would have to learn to survive alone.

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Mirrored from K. A. Webb Writing.

kajones_writing: (Richard with sword)

The first thing Anaïs remembered doing, even though she felt certain she should remember more, was waking up. Light was shining in through the window and it had disturbed her, even though the curtains were pulled. She didn’t remember pulling the curtains, or going to bed, or, as she realised she was wearing nothing, becoming naked. As they’d happened she felt sure she should, unless someone else had done all of those things, and that thought was more than a little disturbing. Yet, maybe, it really was the first day of her life… or, at least, the life she was living. Something she couldn’t put her finger on was niggling, but she didn’t think she was ready to go digging so she made the choice not to. Getting through her first morning, if that was what it was, was much more important. Breathing deeply she slipped out of the bed, the cold shocking her for a second when her warm feet touched the floor.

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kajones_writing: (Richard with sword)

Everyone had been warned. That was the good thing about there being a Seer within the {race}. Unfortunately they had been told, more than once, there was no way of stopping the arrival of the fae. It was going to change their world, but that was something they were just going to have to find some way of dealing with, no matter how hard that turned out to be. Of course it wouldn’t be long before the fae started putting doors all over the place, because that’s what they did. Some would take them to world that they knew, where they traded, while others would take them to world entirely new to them, due to the position of Kalinia. On those worlds they might be able to start trading or they might do the same thing they did with Kalinia: create the door, check out the world, and then leave it.

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kajones_writing: (Richard with sword)

The journey was much easier than Dietrich expected it to be, but he knew, like everyone else, that it would be the easiest part of it all. Leaving their world behind was not a decision they’d wanted to make. Unfortunately, in the end, they’d had no other choice because there was no chance of survival there. He looked around at the fae who had chosen to travel with them. They were fae from numerous groups who would end up splitting again soon enough, because they would never be able to work together. Once again he found himself wondering why each of them had made the choice that they had, because he knew how hard it had been for his father and his father was in a position to know much more than anyone else. Unfortunately being a fae monarch hadn’t saved the others… he’d been to more than one state funeral before the decision was made, so when it finally was all he felt was relief.

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kajones_writing: (Richard with sword)

I watched them as they stepped from one world to the other. Even though I knew it was coming I couldn’t help hoping that maybe something would change. Having them on our world was going to change it forever in ways that the other races could never imagine and I’d Seen it all. That was what I did, unfortunately. Some days it was easier than others, but I always Saw things I didn’t want to See, because I Saw what I needed to See. Like the arrival of the fae. Due to their selfishness they’d already destroyed two worlds and Kalini would be the third in some timelines, while in others they’d manage to save it. Unfortunately I didn’t know which one I was a part of, as I Saw so many of them, and that made things more difficult for me when it came to planning for the future.

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kajones_writing: (Richard with sword)

We knew that something had happened, but it wasn’t until three months later that we learnt what it was. That was the day the first of the griffins, a mated pair, let themselves be found. After spending much of their time in conversation they’d decided they needed to start working with the races they shared the world with. It was appreciated by us, at least, as it explained to us why we had changed, and gave us a chance to decide what our next step was going to be. Making that sort of decision wasn’t easy, especially as we couldn’t all agree with what we should be doing, so, after several days of conversation we finally came to the conclusion that we needed to test out what the reaction of our humans might be. Five of us volunteered, with the knowledge that if everything did go wrong we’d have somewhere to go, thanks to the street dogs.

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kajones_writing: (Richard with sword)

Like the dogs we knew something had happened and had to wait until the same news report to find out what it was. We, as a species, have much more freedom than them, so the first thing we did was go to the griffins themselves to find out why they’d chosen our world. I was lucky enough to be one of the cats there, talking to a griffin named Liesel, who was female and pregnant with her first litter. She, with her mate, were the first griffins the bipeds found, but they wouldn’t be the last – it was just that the other griffins couldn’t decide which of them would be going into captivity. That, though, is me rushing the story. Unfortunately that’s something I have a bad habit of doing, but I’ll try not to, because the story I have to tell will make much more sense if I go through it correctly.

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