Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2019 16:25:32 GMT -8
It was when the second athame hit the floor that a sudden spike in the energies disturbed Mariah. It was as though her heart stopped beating for a split moment, making her nauseous. Without warning, something much more sinister than the child's other half washed over her. Jair's body was still in place and she could tell that nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Yet the presence of two others overwhelmed her senses as they stared at her, the child, the Jedi. In silence, they watched this ritual of hers. Unmoving, they judged. Although the minor comfort of her ship remained, the aura of Niango and Felucia were no more. The source of the spike. Mariah exhaled as she moved to the next, her body feeling as though she pushed through water instead of air.
Pay them no mind. When this is finished, they will have relinquished their say in these matters.
Mariah moved onward with her ritual. The third to the fourth. Her strange words continued, over and over again, growing more familiar with their repetition, with only a few differences spoken between the knives. The fourth to the fifth. The athames dropped in a broken, near perfect circle around the Jedi and child. Within their glow, the knives continued to siphon the energies around them, releasing the essence this ritual demanded. However, unlike Mariah's mortal body which screamed against the light, the knives rang with a clean vibration. The air which directly surrounded the Jedi now seemed thick and hazy by a gray-black smog, yet the runes upon the knives poured out their own beacons of light, seeping with ominous hues. In the recesses of the mind, that whispered song still resonated; however, the light had muddled it, turning its beautiful and captivating melody to something seemingly much more sinister to the sound, as if exposing it for all that it truly was. An ancient song of darkness, of chaos, of shadow.
With the sixth and final athame wet with her blood, Mariah glanced upon the two figures who stood there, staring. She couldn't make out a face or feature upon them, yet she could still feel those mysterious eyes locked upon her. She wondered if they would strike her down before the last athame hit the ground, before she uttered those final unknown words. Time would tell if the tables would be turned, if they would finally reach out to meddle in these affairs. Speaking that final incantation, Mariah stepped into the circle, that barrier that would provide her solace from those watchful eyes, and let the blade slip from her fingers, until it clattered to the ground, completing the ritualistic circle around her, the Jedi, and child, plunging them into a blackened void that even their eyes could not pierce through...
Pay them no mind. When this is finished, they will have relinquished their say in these matters.
Mariah moved onward with her ritual. The third to the fourth. Her strange words continued, over and over again, growing more familiar with their repetition, with only a few differences spoken between the knives. The fourth to the fifth. The athames dropped in a broken, near perfect circle around the Jedi and child. Within their glow, the knives continued to siphon the energies around them, releasing the essence this ritual demanded. However, unlike Mariah's mortal body which screamed against the light, the knives rang with a clean vibration. The air which directly surrounded the Jedi now seemed thick and hazy by a gray-black smog, yet the runes upon the knives poured out their own beacons of light, seeping with ominous hues. In the recesses of the mind, that whispered song still resonated; however, the light had muddled it, turning its beautiful and captivating melody to something seemingly much more sinister to the sound, as if exposing it for all that it truly was. An ancient song of darkness, of chaos, of shadow.
With the sixth and final athame wet with her blood, Mariah glanced upon the two figures who stood there, staring. She couldn't make out a face or feature upon them, yet she could still feel those mysterious eyes locked upon her. She wondered if they would strike her down before the last athame hit the ground, before she uttered those final unknown words. Time would tell if the tables would be turned, if they would finally reach out to meddle in these affairs. Speaking that final incantation, Mariah stepped into the circle, that barrier that would provide her solace from those watchful eyes, and let the blade slip from her fingers, until it clattered to the ground, completing the ritualistic circle around her, the Jedi, and child, plunging them into a blackened void that even their eyes could not pierce through...