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Post by raijin on Sept 11, 2005 15:48:38 GMT
It had been a while sense he had last seen or spoken with Amelia and the news of her death had rocked him to the core. She was his best friend his whole life and so what if her lover was the one who sent him to hell it was not her fault. Her pups had to miss their mother and as much as his heart hurt he knew their hurt the same. He felt sorry that the girls would not know their mother as they grew up, or would they? He had learned many dark art skills while sentenced to hell for those few months even thought it was perhaps 3 months in hell it felt like three life times or more.
He stood over her grave reading those words that made the pain sink in worse “Here Lies Amelia Halliwell -R.I.P” a tear rolled down his cheek, the tear stained with blood one of the only flaws his body had that gave him away as a non human. He knelt and placed the roses on her grave, he had the idea of bringing her back, he knew he could. He would need to fetch the needed material to bring her back, and sense he could not be sure where she had gone he would need blood to pull her to this plane and the mortal world.
He knelt her grave and cried a little the tears falling into her grave the soft grass that now grew over her lifeless form. He knew the ritual would need to be done slowly so that her body could regenerate her form before instilling the life back into it.
The ritual would need everything he had, it could be done in a few hours but he feared what Amelia would be like, He had made the pact in hell with the devil and the demon Xailyn so his mind was safe from harm but was hers the same. He also feared what if she had gone to hell for killing herself. This was something he feared above all else “Please forgive me for letting you suffer so long.”
The ritual was to begin now as he stood and toke a bag of white powder and encircled around the grave. He made sure to dig the signs needed into the soft damp dirt. It would take a large amount of magic to trigger the resurrection which he didn’t mind giving. Perhaps she would be different, like him part demon or maybe her body would be pure and be the old Amelia who he had loved sense childhood. He sat in the end of the circle where in a semi circle had been made. As he sat in the semi circle he closed his eyes and began to focus his energy into the seal over her grave the light from his body a eerie black glow that soon became the glow of the circle.
Under the earth the dark energy flooded Amelia’s lifeless body her flesh taking new life into it, her soul still lose to the ether but her body healing the damage of rot and of the silver that was stale in her body.
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Post by †Amelia† on Sept 11, 2005 17:25:25 GMT
Amelia hadn't gone on to heaven: taking her own life meant she was not allowed. Nor had she gone to hell, instead she had remained where she was: on earth but on the ghost plain. To the young mother this torture was way worse: she was sentenced to an eternity of watching her loved ones suffer and be able to do nothing about it or even to watch them be happy and not be able to rejoice with them. She was lonely, and her lifeless heart ached. The best thing about this new lonely life was that she had been given much time to look over her life and realize all the good things, however to the entity which Amelia now was, it only get pleasure from them: her family, her friends, the beauty of nature.... ~~ Amelia had just returned to the ghost plain after visiting Kage, Xavier, Cealla and Alissa. The visit had gone less than well-Kage seemed too shocked, Alissa spent most of the time crying, and Cealla...Cealla gave Amelia the cold shoulder. Understandable though it was, it didn't make it hurt any less. She was watching Cealla sleep when she felt something peculiar-a strange feeling almost like she was being dragged away by some invisible, powerful force. Amelia tried to stay where she was: by her daughters' sides as they slept, but the force was too strong...she felt everything go fuzzy and a bright light blinded her. The next thing Amelia was able to take in was shocking: her spirit lay, trapped, within her dead and decaying body. She screamed with all her might, and tried to escape-but her dead form had become her prison. ooc: I had not planned to bring Amelia back to life, however just recently I've found that I've needed her back in my life. I created Amelia as an escape-to protect me from reality-and I need my rock back now. So Michael suggested we bring her back...and I accepted. -hugs michael then Amelia-
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Post by †Faith Winters† on Sept 11, 2005 18:19:59 GMT
The act was becoming excessively redundant. Roses decaying, lying scattered due to the force of the wind, blowing them carelessly away from their resting place. Red petals sprinkled everywhere still. Each night, before a deep, restless slumber, Faith picked, or bought, dozens upon dozens of roses, and made her way towards the place that was all to familiar to her now.
The slight blonde was exceedingly unhealthy looking, losing more and more beauty as each day turned to night. Her bones protruded from her thin flesh, making itself well noticeable. No big deal. Faith did not care. As she changed in appearance, Faith considered herself lucky; after all, she could still be in the ground.
Pushing off from the ledge she sat on, Faith picked up the roses she had not shredded, and began to continue forward to her destination. Boney hands played with the stem of a rose as she trudged on, not caring about the blood that now seeped from the wound caused by a particularly sharp thorn. The blood swirled down her hand, mingling with the circle-shaped-cut in the palm of her hand; the size of her engagement ring.
The burn of the cuts was a little amount, that she only faintly paid-mind to in the back of her head, the growl of her stomach, the stench of death, the pain of heartache and great loss was much greater then the now excessive blood flow from her hands.
A scent drifted in her general direction as she closed in upon the grave. It was unknown to her whom the scent belonged to, and poked at her curiosity vaguely. She soon lost interest, though; it was hard as of late to move her thoughts to anything for to long.
Setting crystalline eyes upon the grave she had visited every night, Faith’s azure gaze went wide. Someone was there. Standing above Amelia’s grave. And she knew something was up.
Rushing over as fast as possible on weak legs, Faith stumbled forward, eyes bordering with tears, roses flying everywhere, “W-what are you d-doing!?” She demanded, her voice raspy from the lack of using it.
Ooc: Oh, wow... That really sucked >.< -.-' Sorry
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Post by raijin on Sept 11, 2005 20:29:18 GMT
Railyn didn’t turn to see the voice as it commanded for him to turn and explain what he was doing he honestly feared what might happen if he did. What if her soul slipped into another stage of death due to this incomplete spell. She could turn into a walking corpse stuck forever to remain at this stage of regeneration which was something he would not allow to happen. He focused his energy into the circle and therefore into Amelia’s body, the scent of her soul entering her body made his heart arch, he had not wanted that to happen so soon not till she was healed completely.
As the Ritual began to come into it’s prime his body began to arch horribly. The spell was drawing his life energy to transmute it into flesh and bone for Amelia. He didn’t care about the pain that shot threw his body threw the energy giving process. His teeth flashed to full length as he gave a small howl of pain, his wings rose from his shoulder bones his fingers grew into lethal claws his eyes flooding with blood to give them their crimson look.
His energy began to drain faster as he sat in the semi circle that would give Amelia the remaining energy she needed to dig threw the earth and raise to her life renewed. Her flesh would be nearly whole at this point, his strength waning as her strength grew. His memories began to flash in his mind, the early years of life, when Amelia and himself had been best of friends a blood tear rolled down his face as these were installed in Amelia’s mind to trigger her memory which no longer remained due to decay. The memories stopped as they reached Magic Horizons or at least the happy did. He blocked them from entering her refusing to cause he further suffering.
As his body slumped forward the circle’s glow died slowly to a fade away. His eyes slowly drawing the blood back to his veins to regain his human eyes. His claws and wings slowly sunk away till there was no sign of them ever being there. His mind was a mess with the images and the pain running threw him. “Amelia” he uttered softly both in mind and voice.
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Post by †Amelia† on Sept 11, 2005 20:51:22 GMT
It happened so painfully slowly. What seemed like hours to Amelia, in reality was only minutes, maybe a little longer...but the process of regenerating was equally as painful as the silver dagger wound that had caused her death...
Finally the torture ceased: Amelia was whole again-she appeared how she did just before her death-only now she was paler and also carried a distinctive scar, from the dagger, on her stomach.
Her eyes burst open, and Amelia took an almighty gasp of air: inflating her lungs again. Choking a little, Amelia looked around, trying to get her bearings-she felt so confused. How did she get here? Everything was such a blurr...
Am I in a COFFIN?! she suddenly realized, and began to panic. Pounding on the wooden prison that encased her, Amelia began to sob. She was weak, she could feel herself running out of air, and she was trapped...
Clawing at the top of the coffin with her finger nails, she also kicked with all her might. Suddenly she felt the coffin's lid collapsing, and earth fell through the hole she had managed to create.
Spitting out mud that had dropped in her mouth, and wiping it fiercely away from her eyes, Amelia squirmed about, trying to pull the earth through the whole and into the coffin so that she could tunnel out.
Beads of sweat dripped from her head, and ran down her back. The mud stuck to her and gave her a grubby look-her tears left clean trails as they ran down her dirty cheeks.
Pushing upward and upward. All her might. Searching, scraping, suffercating...
Taking her right arm back, she clawed again at the earth that laid heavy down on her, and to her relief, Amelia's fingers reached through the surface and hit the cool air. Pausing, Amelia sighed, a satisfied smile spreading across her features: she'd done it...
She'd stopped...a few seconds later she realized that she had to get out, and with her final ounce of energy Amelia pushed up and broke completely through the earth's surface, collapsing in a heap and gasping desperately for breath in front of her own gravestone.
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Post by Kage on Sept 11, 2005 21:27:07 GMT
OOC: Forgive me for the odd sound, but I honestly didnt know what other sound to equate it too.
BIC:
Ching!
The sound of metal scraping abruptly against stone seemed pounding in the sudden silence of the graveyard. In her desperation to get out, she had jostled her own gravestone, freeing the engagement ring from the tiny carved niche atop the marker, causing it to slide free and roll off, landing upon the freshly churned earth inches from Amelia's fingertips.
A shadow brushed against Amelia's feet, the very edges of a shadow. Like an incorporeal caress. It's owner stood many meters away, beside a towering monolith of weather granite, his coat blowing in the slight breeze; Kage.
His face, outlined slightly by the moonlight, conveyed a sense of troubled awe, as if he was gladdened by what he saw, but disturbed by the fact that it had actually happened.
It took my greatest enemy to accomplish that which I could not do.
Silently, he willed his body to move, but his booted feet seemed content to remain, rooted to the very earth upon which he stood.
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Post by †Faith Winters† on Sept 11, 2005 23:24:06 GMT
A dull ache shot through the back of her head as realization flashed in her eyes. It became apparent what this man, standing before Amelia’s grave, was doing. One of Faiths pale, boney hands went crashing into her own stomach, not realizing she was even moving it. It pressed deeply onto the scar that stretched over her stomach, the one that matched Amelia’s exactly; having been made by the same blade.
As the spell came to an end, Faith’s throat tightened, along with her muscles tensing severally. With a rush of emotion, Faith tumbled backwards slightly, sensing the life brought back into Amelia.
Remembering how it had felt, digging up from her own grave, Faith lunged forward and began to claw at the ground, desperately trying to help the girl trapped underneath the soil.
Seeing fingers from the earth, the overly slender blonde scrambled backwards, terrified. The moment her azure gaze fell upon the girl that pulled herself out of her own grave, tears cascaded down her face. If it hadn’t been for Faith, Amelia wouldn’t have even needed to pull herself from the dirt.
Soon Kage came into her line of vision, and her head bowed in shame. She had no right to be here after causing Amelia death. But, no matter how much one tried, she would not leave. Letting a shaky hand move forward, she placed it on Amelia’s back, almost as if trying to see if she was real. In a careful and slow movement, she helped the other girl roll over onto her back, knowing from experience she would get more much needed air that way.
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Post by raijin on Sept 12, 2005 7:44:55 GMT
Railyn smiled at his work, glad that the ritual had work, but now came the true test, what this the same Amelia that had gone to her death before. He moved to her and brushed the dust and dirt off of her “Shh Amelia it is alright.” he said comforting her hoping she remembered his voice and remembered their past. His nose had long ago taken in the scent of the man he would have gladly crushed and most likely would as some point in the near future but not this evening. “Faith could you go fetch some water from the Lake or something I think she may be thirst as well as hungry.” he said kindly to the girl who was shaking the closer she got to Amelia.
Railyn’s eyes lifted to Kage “I will not pretend to be on good terms with you Kage, but this is beyond us both.” he said his tone bordering on content. “Go fetch Amelia some food She had not eat sense her death of course and her body needs the energy.” he said simply as if that was all that needed to be said. He looked down at Amelia with a small smile. He removed the jacket he was wearing and lay it over her to keep her warm.
He was unsure of the effects of this ritual but he was sure of one thing, Amelia’s form was different, which could be expected she now had a slight scent of him within her. He had used his blood to trigger the ritual and the blood had started the regeneration so of course it would still stay in her. He didn’t think this as a binding effect merely a means to a end..
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Post by †Amelia† on Sept 12, 2005 8:30:17 GMT
The young mother lay on her chest, panting for air, oblivious to the people around her, until Faith rolled her over onto her back: then everything became much easier. The weight had been lifted off her lungs, and slowly they sucked in the cool air they had longed for.
Amelia' eyes gradually began to focus: the once blury figures of peoples slowly became to get their fine detail which made them unique. Of the three people there, the pink eye girl recognised only one...
"Faith?!" she croaked out, raising her right arm as high as she could manage to reach the blonde girl.
Amelia's appearance was much the same as Faith's: both were boney and pale-both looked tired and in some kind of desparation...
ooc: I've decided that the effects of Amelia's death is that she only has memory of one thing: the moments just before she died. To get her memory back she's gonna have to do and see things which triggers her memories... hope thats ok?!
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Post by †Faith Winters† on Sept 12, 2005 8:37:35 GMT
Everything around her was happening so fast, she didn’t know what to do with herself. Just as Railyn barked out an order to her to go get some water, a more important voice rang in Faiths ears. The voice was soon followed by the owner touching her, which caused her to wince slightly.
Moving her tear-stained face back towards Amelia, Faith let more tears go, “A-Amelia… I’m s-so sorry….” Was all she could muster, collapsing on the ground beside her friend, sobbing.
Regaining some composure, Faith lifted herself on shaky hands so she could get a better look at her friend, “H-how are you feeling?” She asked in a weak voice, knowing Amelia probably felt awful
Ooc: Gahh… >.< sorry for lack of good-post… T’is 5am -dies-
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Post by raijin on Sept 12, 2005 8:42:29 GMT
Railyn sensed the loss of memory and understood it, the mind had whipped it self’s clean of anything that was not important at the moment of her death, which was the moments before her death. He would wait for the mind to slowly recover all this lost information but till then he would aid Amelia anyway he could. He quickly left and returned with the water that he had thought she would need. He could see the confusion and the loss in her eyes and it pulled at his heart.
He knelt next to Faith and handed her the bottle of water “Faith I think she should have this.” he said softly not wanting to yell any due to the unknown effects of the regeneration on her senses. He looked over her for a moment then back to Faith. It was clear she was her only link to this world at this time “Faith, I think she only recalls you.”
OOC:...Same excuss as Faithy, it is 4:42 A.M here
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Post by †Amelia† on Sept 12, 2005 8:55:15 GMT
ooc: Amelia doesn't remember the dagger actually going in...all she remembers is seeing Faith lying beside her before she closed her eyes to death...
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When Faith laid down beside her, Amelia could feel the warmth radiating from the blonde female, so tried to move even closer.
Faith was crying quite badly, and she utters apologies which Amelia didn't understand. "Why say sorry, don't say sorry...you don't need to..." Amelia said telepathically (as speaking had become too much for her) to Faith: trying to soothe her crying friend.
She lifted her arms, and wrapped herself in Faith's then cuddled up tightly. She didn't have a clue as to what was going on or why someone had put her in a wooden coffin feet beneath the ground. Nothing made sense. All Amelia knew for sure was that she was cold, and lonely...everything else was a blank.
A unfamiliar face peered over at Amelia, and she frowned, trying to recognise it. Now she came to think about it...Amelia didn't know anything...except that the blonde girl whom she was hugging was Faith...
Amelia began to panic-her breathing and heart rates rose dramatically, and she began to shake.
"Faith...I'm scared" she whined.
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Post by †Faith Winters† on Sept 12, 2005 9:09:27 GMT
Each moment blurred together as Faith tried to pay attention to everything around her. Before being able to respond to Amelia’s telepathic voice, her friend had cuddled up close. Hesitantly wrapping her arms around Amelia, Faith let out a strained gasp as she felt how cold the other girl was.
Finally actually acknowledging Railyn, Faith smiled her thanks, giving him a nod of her head, before taking the bottle of water, “Amelia… You need to take a drink, it’ll help you, trust me…” She spoke in a quiet voice, afraid she may hurt Amelia’s ears if she spoke any louder, remembering how her ears had rang when ever someone spoke after she herself had been brought back.
Amelia’s next words felt like a punch in the stomach to Faith; her friend was scared, and, really, there was nothing she could actually do about it. Wrapping her arms more so around Amelia, Faith began to stroke her friends back, trying to calm her, ‘Don‘t be scared…Don’t worry, everything’s going to be OK… Just calm down…’ She sent telepathically, any more words failing to come forth.
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Post by †Amelia† on Sept 12, 2005 9:19:23 GMT
Pushing the water away with her left hand, Amelia detatched herself from Faith and scuttled backwards away.
"How is it going to be alright?! I don't remeber anything!" she screamed, frantically trying to think of something from her past. Her mind was like a book that had had all it's words removed except a few in a recent chapter that explained that Faith was the last person she'd seen.
Using her own gravestone to get to her feet, Amelia was very shakey as she looked about trying to place all three of them into a memory.
Her ears rang, her eyes throbbed, her arms ached, her muscles felt weak...and her mind was empty?!
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Post by raijin on Sept 12, 2005 9:25:48 GMT
Railyn went to her to help steady her on her feet "Amelia, you need to site down." he said kindly and softly to her not wanting to alarm her or scare her at all. He toke her hand "Look Amelia my name is Railyn." he said simply his tone like that what addressing a child. He could not even comprehend the fear that she must be feeling "We have been friends sense we were little."
He didn't know how to trigger her memory or if her memory would ever come back "I think you need to sit down till you can regain your strength." he suggested softly looking at Faith for a moment "Faith here is trying to keep you calm as am I." he ignored kage and hopefully she would lose memory of him but he doubted it, sense he was involved with her children
"Do you know who Alissa and Cealla are." he hoped the names would trigger something in her mind. "do you know who they are?"
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