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    The another installment of the -insert witty comment- Montegue: Origins series; part of the 'Chronicles' set.

    Ord Ithil - 8 BE

    Alone. That was all she knew right now; loneliness and darkness. Sorrow raged around her mind like an ocean, great islands of anger, hate and dispair rounding off the world inside. While mere years had passed outside, an entire age of emotion had unfolded within. It had been tormented with every concievable emotion, but now only the darkest, most negative ones remained. They said that hell hath no fury like a woman scorned; Emaryn Montegue was certainly that, and if her surroundings didn't qualify as hell then such a place surely didn't exist.

    Emaryn had been abandoned. Worse than that, she had been betrayed; and by the ones she held most dear. With no sun visible in the sky over Ithil - a world she knew as L'Khost; a dark realm beset by death and evil, from ancient mythology - she had no concept of the time that had passed, but back then they had come, and then they had left. She had reached out to them; cried for their help; but her family had abandoned her. Her husband had abandoned her. Her sons - boys who had seen her; sensed her - had done nothing to cooerce their father into a rescue. And then when, in her desperation, she had entered the mind of a shapeshifter - spoken to Hugo through him, with her own voice; her own face - he had shot her in cold blood. She had seen the venom and the hate in his eyes. She had saved their sons from the 'shifter's attempts to steal them away, and he had killed her before even having the opportunity to plea for his help.

    Her love for him was no more; she had purged herself of it. All she felt now was the hate, the anguish, and the scorn. A black fire boiled in her chest: a desire for cold, primal revenge.

    She could not achieve it on her own however; forces that she could not comprehend or understand bound her to this world, and prevented her from leaving. Her ship refused to fly; the pervasive black fog that encircled the globe somehow infected the engines, no doubt; plagued the drives as soon as they had cooled, and choked the life out of them. The same was true of the other ships she had found on her explorations around the planet: strangled to death by the darkness.

    No, she had come to realise: conventional means would not liberate her from this prison. That left her forced to rely on unconventional means. Forced in fact.

    From her eerie above the dead city, she slipped deep into a meditative trance. Her mind reached out; fought against the oppression of the darkness around her, and stretched out into the galaxy at large. Her mind probed, feeling through the ripples and eddies and currents for something: a rock within the sea of life energy; a wave; a convergence; anything that might indicate the presence of her quarry.

    She found one, and her consciousness wrapped around it. It felt slow; unalert. Sleeping, no doubt. A smile broke onto her face: an expression of malice, and sick pleasure. That would make the task of influencing his thoughts that much easier.

    She drew in a breath, released it slowly, and let her consciousness soak into his dreams.
    Last edited by Hugo Montegue; Sep 9th, 2009 at 12:37:49 PM. Reason: Because it has been far too long since I renamed a thread and confused everyone.

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