Lynne Darkthorne
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Title: Lynne Darkthorne
Author: Lynne Darkthorne
The young woman sits at her desk piled high with dusty tomes. Sighing, she brushes a stray lock of her pale blue hair from her eyes as she flips through the pages of an old book. An evil chuckle makes itself heard, and she looks over and gives an angry glare to a head sitting in the center of the pentagram on her floor. "What are you laughing about, foul thing?" she says to it. "Foolish little girl, your answers aren't there.." it replies, giving another evil cackle. Too tired to argue with the thing, her tired eyes settle once again on the open pages, searching desperatly for the answers she seeks. As the candles burn lower, the sleepless nights catch up to her, and eye lids closing, her head slowly sinks down, and the darkness of sleep draws her in.
She finds herself deep in the midst of a forest lit only by the few pale shafts of moonlight that are able to make their way through the dense canopy of leaves overhead.
The sound of delicate footsteps catches her attention, and turning her head, her eyes catch glimpse of a young girl carefully picking her way through the underbrush.
She remains silently watching as the girl absently tugs her skirt away from the grasp of the branches of scattered bushes. The girl suddenly kneels down, and with a smile begins prying bits of blood moss off of a fallen log, and then carefully places the regents into a pouch. As the woman watches, the girl's head suddenly rises, and tilting her head upward, begins sniffing the breeze. A look of confusion crosses the girl's face, and her gaze rises up towards the sky, bare glimpses of an orange glow beginning to brighten the night sky.
A look of horror crosses the girl's face as the pouch is dropped, now forgotten onto the ground. The woman, begins shaking her head, and calls out to the girl, "No!! Don't go there!!" The girl seems to not hear the woman's frantic calling, and quickly stumbles toward the nearby path, breaking into a run as she reaches the cleared way heading toward the ever brightening glow.
The woman chases after the girl, still calling out towards her, "Please! Stay!" Losing sight of the girl around a bend, the woman runs harder after her, and then stops dead as she reaches the edge of a clearing. Before her, lies a cottage, engulfed in flames. Frantically, her gaze searches the area, and her lip begins to tremble slightly as her eyes settle upon the sight of the girl cradling the head of a bloody woman. Wrenching her eyes away, the woman can see the signs of a struggle, and a sharpened dagger lying nearby, the blade's steel hidden by blood. Slowly walking towards the two, she can hear the dying woman's whispers to the little girl.
"My.. darling... I'm.. I'm sorry..." The girl tries to quiet the wounded woman, gently brushing her hair from her face, and kissing the woman's forehead. The woman on the ground struggles to raise her hand, and the girl reaches out as the woman again whispers "My.. gift... take it.. find one.. who.. can help.. you learn.. it.." As their hands meet the bright glimmer begins shining between their hands, and then bursts into a bright hot light. The girl's eyes widen in shock and surprise as the dying woman uses the last of her strength to unleash a great power within the small body.
As the light fades, the woman takes one final ragged breath, and then relaxes. The girl's head arches back and as the body begins cooling in her arms, letting out an anguished scream of pain.
The sleeping woman awakens with a start from the nighmare that is her past, the sound of her own pained scream echoing in her ears.
Sighing she rubs the sleep from her eyes, and glances around her own little cottage. A cruel smile forms on her lips as her pale eyes settle on the mangled bodies lying strewn across the floor. "Failed experiments... but their deaths were the desired outcome anyway... I've at least fulfilled part of the promise I made to my mother those years ago.."
She again looks at the books piled about in frustration. The head's eyes look toward the woman as she pushes away from her desk, and slowly rises to her feet. Giving her a mocking look, it grins at her. "I tell you again and again, you won't find the answers in those books, girl." Frowning at it, she retorts back, "As if you had answers! I've vowed to have my mother back, and I will not rest until it happens!" It looks up at her, gauging how far it can go before angering its mistress completely. "You aren't even what she wanted you to be... She was a white witch.. and you are nothing but a cold hearted girl, who has no control over the Gift she was given.." The woman takes a deep breath, not wanting to rise to the familiar's baiting.
Grinning, it knows it hit a nerve as it watches her. Remaining calm, she eyes it back, "You know perfectly well that people claim to be good and full of virtue... yet they throw those words about for convinience. 'Good' people wouldn't slay a woman who only wanted to help them! My mother had nothing but desire to help others! Look what happened!! She was betrayed by those who scorned her by day, and crept to her for help in the dark of night!" The head glances at the nearby bodies.
Catching the look, she pauses. "Yes.. I'm as much of a killer as they were.. but I at least admit my nature rather than deny it! And I would not have them running about to do to another of my kind that they did to my mother.." Stepping towards the door, she pauses as the head whispers, sounding a bit nervous. "He is.. here..." Turning her head to look at it, she raises a brow.
"He, who?" she asks. The thing closes its eyes, and refuses to speak. Shaking her head in disgust, she steps outside, into the cool night air. As she steps away from the cottage, she stops, looking around, as it seems to her that the pitch black night appears to grow darker suddenly.
As she stands there, a white-maned figure steps purposefully toward her.
Her eyes widen in surprise as the man comes into view, as she chose the spot of her cottage for its solitude. Her hand raises as she begins tracing the sigils of an attack spell into the air, and stops in mid-gesture as his eyes lock onto hers. She involuntarily takes a small step back as she realizes how much more powerful he is than her, an uneasy feeling beginning to grip her. "Lynne, the answers you seek can be found.
Prove yourself worthy of them, lass." Unable to speak, she stares in disbelief as he takes her hand, and presses a scroll bearing a seal with an ebon-colored skull on it into her palm.
"I am Xavori. I know what you are. You need guidance, lass. I hope to see you again." With that, he bows, and steps back fading into the night. As he disappears from view, she hears his voice whispering in her ears,
"Walk in Darkness.."
As the shock begins to wear off, she stares at the scroll, and then slowly turns, and walks back into the cottage.
Sinking down into the chair in front of her desk, she stares blankly at the scroll. "I.. I don't understand.. he... KNEW me." A soft voice comes from the floor in front of her desk, "Of course he did... now do as he says, girl." Nodding slowly, she breaks the seal, and begins reading the scroll. Her hand reaches out and taking a fine tipped quill, she dips it in an inkwell, and then carefully begins writing.