Post by phoenix on Jan 7, 2017 7:08:45 GMT -5
((Sorry for the slight control of Viconia, but it was needed. *smiles*))
It would have been the middle of the night, and Viconia would have been fast asleep.
"Viconia..."
The whisper was so faint, so barely audible that were it whispered to anybody else, they would have never heard it. All of Viconia's senses flared, however. The whisper was familiar, like she had heard it before somewhere...
"Viconia."
There it was again. Viconia's body twitched in her sleep trying hard to awaken her. The second whisper jogged her sleeping memory of why it was so familiar: Fiskar had whispered out to her before arriving in Loxam.
It was Fiskar's voice.
An image of Fiskar appeared in her mind. There he was, in his bird-like form, with his black hair with iridescent feathers, his dark blue eyes watching Viconia closely, and a playful smirk painted on his lips. The Trickster extended a monstrous, black, clawed hand out for Viconia to take. And when she would, she was suddenly flooded with images. Visions.
The sleeping body of Viconia continued to twitch as she received these images, the twitching gradually becoming more and more violent.
The first image was of a beautiful island in the middle of an Ocean. The island was so large that it seemed as if it could be its own continent. It was so large that Viconia could see different temperate areas: A forest, a desert, a tropical section, and even a freezing section. And in the middle of the Island was a large Mountain, towering majestically above all else. The Island was Loxam.
The second image was of Fiskar in a city, quickly turning his attention to the large gates that kept the people of the city in and the dangerous creatures out. He looked worried.
The third image was of Fiskar sitting in a windowsill in a dark room, looking out to the moon in the middle of the night.
The next set of images revealed not only Fiskar, but the entire party that was with him- Phobos, Deimos, May, and an unknown woman with long blue hair that was not Mina. They were under attack by strange creatures.
More images of the party climbing the large mountain.
An image of Fiskar collapsing in exhaustion, carrying three large travel bags. Where was Phobos? She was nowhere to be seen...
Images of more creatures flooded Viconia's mind. The beasts were gradually bigger, uglier, stronger, and it looked like there were dozens of them guarding the cave entrance that the party needed to get to...
What Viconia didn't know was that these images had actually already occurred. Fiskar had already seen everything Viconia had just seen, and had already faced all of the creatures.
The next image showed Fiskar plummeting toward the creatures, his wings too exhausted to fly...
Viconia's body twitched so hard in fear for her friend's life that it had woken her up. Her eyes shot open, but instead of being her normal colored eyes, they were bright and fiery like the sun. She could not move because the images had turned into visions. She was now seeing into the future.
She saw the party- which now included many more people, including Yuna. She saw them all turn to face a dark creature so twisted and gnarled. It slowly unraveled itself and seemed to become as big as the mountain itself. Viconia would see that one of Fiskar's gems was seemingly part of the creature. Seemingly built into the creature by some sort of mad alchemist. And when the eardrum-shattering roar occurred and everyone had covered their ears and fallen to their knees, the vision went dark.
"I know that there is one more of my gems on the Realm of Earth."
There was no image, no vision, but Viconia was still under a trance. She couldn't see what was happening, but she could still hear Fiskar.
"I just don't know where..."
The visions returned and Viconia suddenly found herself staring at Sky City.
Her visions then brought her under the castle of Sky City, deep underground, where it seemed the last of Fiskar's gems were located. But the moment Fiskar touched his gem, the moment the gem vanished back to Fiskar's Realm, Sky City began falling.
This vision startled Viconia awake. When she blinked, her eyes had returned to normal, and she was back in her bed. Fiskar was sitting at the foot of her bed, watching her, that smirk still painted on his lips.
Except there was something off about Fiskar. The smirk looked more evil than the Trickster was capable of. Where had she seen that evil smirk before? Viconia's eyes suddenly fell to Fiskar's necklace. It was not the same dark teardrop shaped one Fiskar normally had: It was instead a round stone with swirls of purple and blue, much like a certain Dreamweaver's...
And then Viconia would realize that despite the fact that she was in bed, she had no room. Everything was a void. She hadn't actually woken up from her dreams, but only from the visions. She was still dreaming.
Fiskar- or, rather, the one imitating him- stood up from the foot of Viconia's bed and began walking away.
It would have been the middle of the night, and Viconia would have been fast asleep.
"Viconia..."
The whisper was so faint, so barely audible that were it whispered to anybody else, they would have never heard it. All of Viconia's senses flared, however. The whisper was familiar, like she had heard it before somewhere...
"Viconia."
There it was again. Viconia's body twitched in her sleep trying hard to awaken her. The second whisper jogged her sleeping memory of why it was so familiar: Fiskar had whispered out to her before arriving in Loxam.
It was Fiskar's voice.
An image of Fiskar appeared in her mind. There he was, in his bird-like form, with his black hair with iridescent feathers, his dark blue eyes watching Viconia closely, and a playful smirk painted on his lips. The Trickster extended a monstrous, black, clawed hand out for Viconia to take. And when she would, she was suddenly flooded with images. Visions.
The sleeping body of Viconia continued to twitch as she received these images, the twitching gradually becoming more and more violent.
The first image was of a beautiful island in the middle of an Ocean. The island was so large that it seemed as if it could be its own continent. It was so large that Viconia could see different temperate areas: A forest, a desert, a tropical section, and even a freezing section. And in the middle of the Island was a large Mountain, towering majestically above all else. The Island was Loxam.
The second image was of Fiskar in a city, quickly turning his attention to the large gates that kept the people of the city in and the dangerous creatures out. He looked worried.
The third image was of Fiskar sitting in a windowsill in a dark room, looking out to the moon in the middle of the night.
The next set of images revealed not only Fiskar, but the entire party that was with him- Phobos, Deimos, May, and an unknown woman with long blue hair that was not Mina. They were under attack by strange creatures.
More images of the party climbing the large mountain.
An image of Fiskar collapsing in exhaustion, carrying three large travel bags. Where was Phobos? She was nowhere to be seen...
Images of more creatures flooded Viconia's mind. The beasts were gradually bigger, uglier, stronger, and it looked like there were dozens of them guarding the cave entrance that the party needed to get to...
What Viconia didn't know was that these images had actually already occurred. Fiskar had already seen everything Viconia had just seen, and had already faced all of the creatures.
The next image showed Fiskar plummeting toward the creatures, his wings too exhausted to fly...
Viconia's body twitched so hard in fear for her friend's life that it had woken her up. Her eyes shot open, but instead of being her normal colored eyes, they were bright and fiery like the sun. She could not move because the images had turned into visions. She was now seeing into the future.
She saw the party- which now included many more people, including Yuna. She saw them all turn to face a dark creature so twisted and gnarled. It slowly unraveled itself and seemed to become as big as the mountain itself. Viconia would see that one of Fiskar's gems was seemingly part of the creature. Seemingly built into the creature by some sort of mad alchemist. And when the eardrum-shattering roar occurred and everyone had covered their ears and fallen to their knees, the vision went dark.
"I know that there is one more of my gems on the Realm of Earth."
There was no image, no vision, but Viconia was still under a trance. She couldn't see what was happening, but she could still hear Fiskar.
"I just don't know where..."
The visions returned and Viconia suddenly found herself staring at Sky City.
Her visions then brought her under the castle of Sky City, deep underground, where it seemed the last of Fiskar's gems were located. But the moment Fiskar touched his gem, the moment the gem vanished back to Fiskar's Realm, Sky City began falling.
This vision startled Viconia awake. When she blinked, her eyes had returned to normal, and she was back in her bed. Fiskar was sitting at the foot of her bed, watching her, that smirk still painted on his lips.
Except there was something off about Fiskar. The smirk looked more evil than the Trickster was capable of. Where had she seen that evil smirk before? Viconia's eyes suddenly fell to Fiskar's necklace. It was not the same dark teardrop shaped one Fiskar normally had: It was instead a round stone with swirls of purple and blue, much like a certain Dreamweaver's...
And then Viconia would realize that despite the fact that she was in bed, she had no room. Everything was a void. She hadn't actually woken up from her dreams, but only from the visions. She was still dreaming.
Fiskar- or, rather, the one imitating him- stood up from the foot of Viconia's bed and began walking away.
ya i hate ass hats. big hugs to you as well. 