Watchers - IC [Closed]

[Charlia]

Hill Top

Merlin took Void's hand and the two merged into one. His hair turned from brown into silver. He stood there for a moment, in awe of the power he felt then walked back to the village. The memory changed.

They would find themselves in the middle of the village, at night and on fire. The tribe ran around in a panic. Fear in each persons eyes as they ran. What where they running from. Well, just a 15 foot tall shadowy monster. The shadow looked like Merlin, and in fact, suspended in the shadows centre was Merlin. He tried not to look as the shadow rampaged and killed his tribe one by one.

One little girl, a middle aged man and woman did not run from the monster shadow Merlin. Instead, they wandered closer to it.

"No.... Run.... Stop..." Merlin said, trying to warn them, trying to warn his family. But before they could say anything, the shadow blasted them into ashes. The memory faded, leaving Seren and co alone in an empty field.

The Little Girl

"I am not a simple image..." She said, and started to float, and a pair of shadowy wings appeared on her back, "This was the day I died... Today... Is the day you die!"

She curled into a ball and the wings flapped toward the two, firing large shadowy feathers that easily could go straight through them.

"Merlin betrayed me. Merlin killed me. Merlin must die!"

"...Well, that was... interesting," Seren said flatly, her tone completely void of emotion. "Now what?"

---

"Oh," Charlotte began, dodging the feathers. Her voice, for some strange reason, sounded vaguely... Scottish. "You just don't get it, do you? You can't kill someone who's already dead."

She continued to advance, her hands glowing with holy fire.

"And if you want Merlin to die for something he couldn't control, then you never truly cared about him at all. And if you never cared, then you wouldn't mind so much that he killed you. You contradict yourself--that's right, I know about the tricks of beings like you. I've lived with one for a long time now.

Merlin told me about you, you know. He tortures himself just by thinking about you. He's repented a thousand times over, and yet you still want him to die... The thing is, the little girl Merlin told me about wouldn't be like this. That little girl? She isn't you. You're nothing more than a rogue synapse. You're not real, and you'll never be real."

[Faal Lot Himdah]

The Little Girl

"I AM REAL!" She yelled. Another blast of energy, just as powerful as the last. "Merlin killed me. Merlin is a monster. Merlin must not survive. Merlin will kill you all as well."

[Charlia]

The Little Girl

"I AM REAL!" She yelled. Another blast of energy, just as powerful as the last. "Merlin killed me. Merlin is a monster. Merlin must not survive. Merlin will kill you all as well."

"You're no more real than my own personal demon," Charlotte retorted, her voice still slightly accented. "You're not who you seem to be, and we both know that. As for your accusations..."

She stared at the girl calmly, and smiled.

"Let him kill me, then. It's only fair."

[Luminesa]

The Little Girl

"I AM REAL!" She yelled. Another blast of energy, just as powerful as the last. "Merlin killed me. Merlin is a monster. Merlin must not survive. Merlin will kill you all as well."

Ichiru blocked the blast with a wing, before he replied, "Merlin did not kill you willingly. Void was controlling him and caused him to lose control. I am not sure if you are aware of that."

[Faal Lot Himdah]

The Little Girl

The girl fell to the ground suddenly, a black dagger appeared in her hand.

"Merlin.... Void.... One in the same... Merlin must die. His hands are to bloody. Let him die." She said, before suddenly lunging at Charlotte, "MERLIN MUST DIE!"

[Luminesa]

The Little Girl

The girl fell to the ground suddenly, a black dagger appeared in her hand.

"Merlin.... Void.... One in the same... Merlin must die. His hands are to bloody. Let him die." She said, before suddenly lunging at Charlotte, "MERLIN MUST DIE!"

Ichiru jumped in front of Charlotte, using his sword to block the little girl's attack. "I do not know what you are, but we are not going to let you kill Merlin. And I will not allow you to attack Charlotte," he declared.

[Faal Lot Himdah]

The Little Girl

"Get. Out. Of. The. Way!" She shouted, and placed her palm on his chest, and released a blast of power, sending Ichiru into the air. She then made another attempt at Charlotte.

[Luminesa]

The Little Girl

"Get. Out. Of. The. Way!" She shouted, and placed her palm on his chest, and released a blast of power, sending Ichiru into the air. She then made another attempt at Charlotte.

Ichiru flew into the air, but because of his wings, he was able to stop himself. He used his wings to flip himself into a diving position, and he shot down toward the girl. He landed to the side of her, and he sent a wave of light at her, in order to fire her away from Charlotte.

[Charlia]

The Little Girl

The girl fell to the ground suddenly, a black dagger appeared in her hand.

"Merlin.... Void.... One in the same... Merlin must die. His hands are to bloody. Let him die." She said, before suddenly lunging at Charlotte, "MERLIN MUST DIE!"

Charlotte stared at the girl, and a spark of red flickered in her eyes as she took a step forward. She spoke, her voice thick with something undefinable and... evil.

"Oh, really?" she asked, her tone perfectly calm. The red shot through her irises and expanded, enveloping the blue in brilliant, bloody red. "Do you know," she continued, her voice somehow even more accented than before, "who that makes me?"

She stared at the little girl and smiled.

[Luminesa]

The Little Girl

The girl fell to the ground suddenly, a black dagger appeared in her hand.

"Merlin.... Void.... One in the same... Merlin must die. His hands are to bloody. Let him die." She said, before suddenly lunging at Charlotte, "MERLIN MUST DIE!"

Charlotte stared at the girl, and a spark of red flickered in her eyes as she took a step forward. She spoke, her voice thick with something undefinable and... evil.

"Oh, really?" she asked, her tone perfectly calm. The red shot through her irises and expanded, enveloping the blue in brilliant, bloody red. "Do you know," she continued, her voice somehow even more accented than before, "who that makes me?"

She stared at the little girl and smiled.

Seeing her eyes get red, Ichiru landed in front of Charlotte, folding his wings and holding his sword tightly. "...Charlotte, don't lose control of yourself..." he warned her, worriedly.

[Charlia]

Charlotte stared at the girl, and a spark of red flickered in her eyes as she took a step forward. She spoke, her voice thick with something undefinable and... evil.

"Oh, really?" she asked, her tone perfectly calm. The red shot through her irises and expanded, enveloping the blue in brilliant, bloody red. "Do you know," she continued, her voice somehow even more accented than before, "who that makes me?"

She stared at the little girl and smiled.

Seeing her eyes get red, Ichiru landed in front of Charlotte, folding his wings and holding his sword tightly. "...Charlotte, don't lose control of yourself..." he warned her, worriedly.

She held up a hand in a careless manner, and drew her own weapon. The wicked edge gleamed almost as brightly as her eyes did.

"I have work to do," she said softly. "I wouldn't advise getting in my way."

She stared at the girl, her eyes narrowed.

"Any cost, I promised. Any cost for his life. And I don't care if that cost is your existence or mine or Ichiru's or the entire world's, I'm willing to pay it. Remember that you brought this upon yourself."

[Luminesa]

Seeing her eyes get red, Ichiru landed in front of Charlotte, folding his wings and holding his sword tightly. "...Charlotte, don't lose control of yourself..." he warned her, worriedly.

She held up a hand in a careless manner, and drew her own weapon. The wicked edge gleamed almost as brightly as her eyes did.

"I have work to do," she said softly. "I wouldn't advise getting in my way."

She stared at the girl, her eyes narrowed.

"Any cost, I promised. Any cost for his life. And I don't care if that cost is your existence or mine or Ichiru's or the entire world's, I'm willing to pay it. Remember that you brought this upon yourself."

This was exactly what he was afraid of. Ichiru drew his sword and stood between Charlotte and the girl. "I will not allow you to use more force than necessary. We will only render her unconscious, and then we will move on. Please, Charlotte, calm down," he told her, carefully, "there is no need to throw yourself away so quickly..."

[Charlia]

She held up a hand in a careless manner, and drew her own weapon. The wicked edge gleamed almost as brightly as her eyes did.

"I have work to do," she said softly. "I wouldn't advise getting in my way."

She stared at the girl, her eyes narrowed.

"Any cost, I promised. Any cost for his life. And I don't care if that cost is your existence or mine or Ichiru's or the entire world's, I'm willing to pay it. Remember that you brought this upon yourself."

This was exactly what he was afraid of. Ichiru drew his sword and stood between Charlotte and the girl. "I will not allow you to use more force than necessary. We will only render her unconscious, and then we will move on. Please, Charlotte, calm down," he told her, carefully, "there is no need to throw yourself away so quickly..."

Somehow, her soul had become a vast ocean over which she flew, a raven seeking her prey in the waters below, buoyed and weightless above a gothic Atlantis drenched in dark wonder, and secret sin. A place long since cursed by a flood from heaven, and forsaken by true light.

A dark angel on spread wings, she fell closer to the core, the only one willing to descend deeper... all pain washed away by the sea, lost in a part of her mind she no longer knew, as she searched.

The ocean receded, replaced by bracing wind. It cleared her mind of the dreamlike sleep.

She was alert, a new creature in the biting air. She heard it, softly at first, distant, and echoing. Haunting. Then it rose, a sound not unlike a woman's voice, keening higher and louder and closer until it filled her heart with its unearthly thrill. It was the wild night, screaming for her soul.

She gave it willingly.

Everything was bright and glittering, a million lights shimmering through a wind whipping straight to hell, or salvation.

She didn't care which.

She just wanted an end or a beginning--something, anything, as long as it was hard, fresh, and final. As long as it stopped this dreaming strangeness that had taken her after his death. As long as it numbed her shredded heart, she would take anything.

She was still high on the creation, stretching out to fill this new thing she had fashioned without thinking, somehow knowing it was right, feeling like a black comet slashing the sky, scattering stars in her wake.

It was a thing born only when nothing else mattered, filling her, a perfect cast, forged in a fire she never felt. She only felt larger, stronger. She touched another creation, one that had not felt a hand in a thousand years. She wished it would take flight, for the sheer thrill of chasing it.

She knew her mind had been violated by her own blood, but she did not care. The wild night still screamed for whatever she had become, shaped by unseen hands for undreamed purpose. And, for her own reasons, she was willing clay.

"Throw myself away? Oh, my dear boy. I've not thrown myself away. I've just brought myself one step closer."

[Luminesa]

This was exactly what he was afraid of. Ichiru drew his sword and stood between Charlotte and the girl. "I will not allow you to use more force than necessary. We will only render her unconscious, and then we will move on. Please, Charlotte, calm down," he told her, carefully, "there is no need to throw yourself away so quickly..."

Somehow, her soul had become a vast ocean over which she flew, a raven seeking her prey in the waters below, buoyed and weightless above a gothic Atlantis drenched in dark wonder, and secret sin. A place long since cursed by a flood from heaven, and forsaken by true light.

A dark angel on spread wings, she fell closer to the core, the only one willing to descend deeper... all pain washed away by the sea, lost in a part of her mind she no longer knew, as she searched.

The ocean receded, replaced by bracing wind. It cleared her mind of the dreamlike sleep.

She was alert, a new creature in the biting air. She heard it, softly at first, distant, and echoing. Haunting. Then it rose, a sound not unlike a woman's voice, keening higher and louder and closer until it filled her heart with its unearthly thrill. It was the wild night, screaming for her soul.

She gave it willingly.

Everything was bright and glittering, a million lights shimmering through a wind whipping straight to hell, or salvation.

She didn't care which.

She just wanted an end or a beginning--something, anything, as long as it was hard, fresh, and final. As long as it stopped this dreaming strangeness that had taken her after his death. As long as it numbed her shredded heart, she would take anything.

She was still high on the creation, stretching out to fill this new thing she had fashioned without thinking, somehow knowing it was right, feeling like a black comet slashing the sky, scattering stars in her wake.

It was a thing born only when nothing else mattered, filling her, a perfect cast, forged in a fire she never felt. She only felt larger, stronger. She touched another creation, one that had not felt a hand in a thousand years. She wished it would take flight, for the sheer thrill of chasing it.

She knew her mind had been violated by her own blood, but she did not care. The wild night still screamed for whatever she had become, shaped by unseen hands for undreamed purpose. And, for her own reasons, she was willing clay.

"Throw myself away? Oh, my dear boy. I've not thrown myself away. I've just brought myself one step closer."

"...I don't know what you've brought yourself closer to...but I will not allow you to do more damage than is necessary. We will knock her out and then we will move on," he told her, firmly. Charlotte's sudden turn did worry him, but he knew that there had to be some way to talk her down.

[Charlia]

Somehow, her soul had become a vast ocean over which she flew, a raven seeking her prey in the waters below, buoyed and weightless above a gothic Atlantis drenched in dark wonder, and secret sin. A place long since cursed by a flood from heaven, and forsaken by true light.

A dark angel on spread wings, she fell closer to the core, the only one willing to descend deeper... all pain washed away by the sea, lost in a part of her mind she no longer knew, as she searched.

The ocean receded, replaced by bracing wind. It cleared her mind of the dreamlike sleep.

She was alert, a new creature in the biting air. She heard it, softly at first, distant, and echoing. Haunting. Then it rose, a sound not unlike a woman's voice, keening higher and louder and closer until it filled her heart with its unearthly thrill. It was the wild night, screaming for her soul.

She gave it willingly.

Everything was bright and glittering, a million lights shimmering through a wind whipping straight to hell, or salvation.

She didn't care which.

She just wanted an end or a beginning--something, anything, as long as it was hard, fresh, and final. As long as it stopped this dreaming strangeness that had taken her after his death. As long as it numbed her shredded heart, she would take anything.

She was still high on the creation, stretching out to fill this new thing she had fashioned without thinking, somehow knowing it was right, feeling like a black comet slashing the sky, scattering stars in her wake.

It was a thing born only when nothing else mattered, filling her, a perfect cast, forged in a fire she never felt. She only felt larger, stronger. She touched another creation, one that had not felt a hand in a thousand years. She wished it would take flight, for the sheer thrill of chasing it.

She knew her mind had been violated by her own blood, but she did not care. The wild night still screamed for whatever she had become, shaped by unseen hands for undreamed purpose. And, for her own reasons, she was willing clay.

"Throw myself away? Oh, my dear boy. I've not thrown myself away. I've just brought myself one step closer."

"...I don't know what you've brought yourself closer to...but I will not allow you to do more damage than is necessary. We will knock her out and then we will move on," he told her, firmly. Charlotte's sudden turn did worry him, but he knew that there had to be some way to talk her down.

"Don't get in my way," she said in a warning tone. "I've been alone for much of my life and I don't have a problem with being alone again. Did you not hear me before? If I have to take your life, I will. If you try to stop me from doing what has to be done, I will end you, along with this... this thing. I'll save him alone if I have to. Now, stand aside."

[Luminesa]

"...I don't know what you've brought yourself closer to...but I will not allow you to do more damage than is necessary. We will knock her out and then we will move on," he told her, firmly. Charlotte's sudden turn did worry him, but he knew that there had to be some way to talk her down.

"Don't get in my way," she said in a warning tone. "I've been alone for much of my life and I don't have a problem with being alone again. Did you not hear me before? If I have to take your life, I will. If you try to stop me from doing what has to be done, I will end you, along with this... this thing. I'll save him alone if I have to. Now, stand aside."

Now his tone became far more stern. He had to take charge, or chaos could ensue. "Don't be ridiculous. If you try to save him alone, you will wind-up dead, and he will not be saved. If you let your emotions run you, and you decide to kill everything in your way, in order to save one person, you will lose far more than what you started with. I know this from experience. If you go down this dark path, it will be a long and lonely climb to come back. You could not kill me anyway, considering my curse has never been formally removed. Now end this unnecessary rampage now," he ordered her.

[Charlia]

"Don't get in my way," she said in a warning tone. "I've been alone for much of my life and I don't have a problem with being alone again. Did you not hear me before? If I have to take your life, I will. If you try to stop me from doing what has to be done, I will end you, along with this... this thing. I'll save him alone if I have to. Now, stand aside."

Now his tone became far more stern. He had to take charge, or chaos could ensue. "Don't be ridiculous. If you try to save him alone, you will wind-up dead, and he will not be saved. If you let your emotions run you, and you decide to kill everything in your way, in order to save one person, you will lose far more than what you started with. I know this from experience. If you go down this dark path, it will be a long and lonely climb to come back. You could not kill me anyway, considering my curse has never been formally removed. Now end this unnecessary rampage now," he ordered her.

She lay there, alone, and let the tears come again. She cried and cried, quaking with shame and fear, wanting to die, feeling so foolish, so blind.

Forgive me, Father. Forgive me...

No, she had never known suffering. Sure, she had been teased and tormented, cast out and forsaken... She'd even wondered a few times if Christ had felt the same burning shame as His accusers mocked Him.

But she had never known anything like this--she'd never even dreamed of anything like this.

She had to have done something wrong. Surely that was the cause of this. Some horrendous sin. Perhaps it had been more prideful than she'd thought, those brief questions of whether or not she knew even a tiny fraction of the pain He had felt.

Now she had learned. Now she knew she was guilty.

Now she was sorry. Desperately sorry.

"I'm done apologizing," she snapped. "What are you going to do? Kill me? You couldn't. You're not strong enough."

[Faal Lot Himdah]

The Little Girl

While the two fought, the little girl used the time and channeled a spell. Three magic circles appeared bellow her. She mumbled something as her eyes rolled back. She pointed her arms at the two, and three more circles appeared in front off her.

"Samay Phreej." She said. Circles appeared over and under Ichiru, freezing him in place.

"Now. Merlin will die and there is nothing you'll do." She said, her dagger in hand as she looked to Charlotte, "This was the day I died... Merlin killed me... Merlin must die."

[Charlia]

The Little Girl

While the two fought, the little girl used the time and channeled a spell. Three magic circles appeared bellow her. She mumbled something as her eyes rolled back. She pointed her arms at the two, and three more circles appeared in front off her.

"Samay Phreej." She said. Circles appeared over and under Ichiru, freezing him in place.

"Now. Merlin will die and there is nothing you'll do." She said, her dagger in hand as she looked to Charlotte, "This was the day I died... Merlin killed me... Merlin must die."

"Thank you for that," Charlotte said with a smile, and then lunged towards the girl, the keen weapon the angel had given her slicing through the air between them and whistling as it cut down.

[Faal Lot Himdah]

The Little Girl

The little girl dodged out of the way, with a smirk. Her size was an advantage, and her enemy was enraged.

"You're sloppy." She said, driving a kick into Charlotte's back, boosted by magic, and sent Charlotte flying. "You fight the inevitable. Merlin will die. No matter what you do. My death will be avenged... So why fight? Merlin will die, if not here, in the future. More importantly, Merlin will kill you. You are just a whore. You think he cares about you? He cared about me, you saw what happen, he killed me. He will kill you."

[The GAmeTopians]

Matthew simply waited, to see if something would happen.
"What, want me to break down crying or something? Curse my longtime friend?" He called to the sky.
"I shall not fault an already, and unfortunately, damned man for crimes he himself did not commit. That would be foolish and petty."
He unconsciously placed his arm around Seren, looking around for any sign of trouble.

[Faal Lot Himdah]

The Ruined Village

A black fog suddenly rolled in. And surrounded them.

"He wanted power. I gave him power..." a voice not to different than that of Void's spoke. "I don't expect you to condemn him. But I wonder... Merlin's as good as dead. And when he dies, I will be free. So why do you waste time that you could be using to prepare to face me in an impossible task?

[The GAmeTopians]

The Ruined Village

A black fog suddenly rolled in. And surrounded them.

"He wanted power. I gave him power..." a voice not to different than that of Void's spoke. "I don't expect you to condemn him. But I wonder... Merlin's as good as dead. And when he dies, I will be free. So why do you waste time that you could be using to prepare to face me in an impossible task?

Matthew chuckled. No, not a chuckle, he laughed.
"You aren't Void," Matthew grinned, twirling his staff to push the fog away.
"Void has too much fun watching Merlin's life struggles and the challenges we face. He doesn't want Merlin to die, Dream Walker." Matthew's laugh disappeared, his face turning cold.
"But you know who I do want to die? You."
Slamming the staff into the ground, a massive rune stretched along the plain.
Wind.
A massive shockwave exploded out from where he stood, though it seemed to dodge around Seren and Lana, as if acknowledging them as friends.

[MEGA ULTRA DESTRUCTO LORD TOPIA]

No... No... This... this isn't right. This place. It's so familiar, but it's different.

Her eyes widened in shock as the realization hit her.

"This is... my dream," she said, her voice quivering in... fear?

The people around us. The silence in the room. This was my dream, this was what I was shown. But who? why?

Her body began to move, one leg clumped ahead of the other, her eyes glazed over.

This...

She continued to make her way, passing through the crowd of people, parting before her as if waves against a boat. A very lonely boat. She continued forward each step numbing her body. She stopped. There it was. The man. The man in her dreams. She reached out her hand and brushed his pale cheek. His eyes. They still had the spark of youth, the lines of his mouth were curved slightly, evidence of a constant mischievous grin. The corners of his eyes were wrinkled and kind. His face... his face was tat of an aged man, his once sharp and hardened features were now soft. A face that once would have been so handsome, so full of life, was now weary and pale. It was the face...

"Of a king...", Kiri breathed, er shock fading to awe.

But why do I feel this way... It feels so comfortable.

[Faal Lot Himdah]

The Ruined Village


The fog did not budge as the shockwave simply faded.

"It's been a while since I have seen runes." the voice said, "You are mistaken. I am not the Dream Walker. The Dream Walker has given me consciousness in this mind. I am Void. But you dodge my question. Why try to stop the inevitable?"

The shared Dream/memory

No one reacted to Kiri, even when Kiri touched the man's face, no one reacted. Instead, the memory went onwards. The man looked to his right, and a certain silver haired individual came up to the bed and knelt down.

"My dear friend," The man said, "It is good to see you have not aged all these years we have been together"

He paused before continuing, making sure to take his time. "We have been together a long time you and I... Through thick and thin, our journey has been a rather intriguing one." He coughed "But alas, I fear our journey together is coming to its end."

With a sad smile, the man in bed reached over to where something was wrapped in fine cloth. He handed it over to Merlin, with the man's last words, he said, "Take care of it, Protect it. And whenever you see it. Think of me."

Merlin took the object, and placed it on the floor, took the man's hand and looked into his eyes.

"Arthur." Merlin started, "I will never forget you old mate. You are the greatest king I have ever seen, and the greatest man. I will always remember that you allowed me to be your friend. I will always remember you." He paused, "Sleep old friend. You deserve it more than anyone. Be at peace. I hope we can meet again."

A single tear rolled down Arthur's cheek. The last tear of his life, the tear that held the last heart beat. A silence covered the room, even greater than it had already. Merlin reached over and closed Arthur's eyes, before grabbing the object, and leaving the room. Hiding his face, so no one could see the tears.