Post by Amara on Dec 4, 2016 21:48:11 GMT -5
The downfall had begun. Heaven reached down to Earth as Hell opened it’s guest for visitors to tour the tormented halls. The rifts between world had begun crumbling, and the reapers of each world seemed to be scrambling for answers, solutions to the problem. While the workers of death worked like hamsters on a wheel, they missed the most obvious reasoning for such dilemmas. The scythe itself, a scythe of Earths rift had be condemned to combustion. The reapers were powerful on their own, but any logical thinking individual knew where the amplification of a reaper's power branched from. A reaper was powerful, but their scythe was the outlet for their true capability. The source between worlds, and the balance between rifts. Sudden changes in the polarization would leads back to the Ghost Library, but not until the condemned scythe was discovered.
Pushing her hand against the spine to a book, Amara watched as the book slowly crawled back into its proper position on the shelves. With other worlds being merely in arms reach, Amara had to be certain that they were ready for whatever world came running at them. While Amara typically didn’t mind to be brood, she knew in order to maintain the trust of her wicked friend that she would have make her feel as though she held some form of power, responsibility. The idea wasn’t to dissemble the young witch, but to much rather maintain the relation growth they had made without completely scaring Ophelia from their goal. Ophelia was important to the plan, and while Amara wasn’t certain if she could admit it yet, Ophelia had grown on her. After shelving the final book, Amara slowly turned her attention towards the only companion within the entire library, Ophelia. “Today we go out. Conflate our talents together, and use the populations desultory traits to our advantage. Today, we begin the journey...But before such panacea could be gifted upon us, we must first attract the perfect volunteers.”
Pulling three books carefully from their locations on the shelves. Amara laid them open flat in front of Ophelia. One book showed a tea party with a mad woman sitting at a table with her top hat barely tilted to the side. The next book laid open was that of Greek Legend, showing a woman and man standing against the greek gods for Erineyes freedom, and the final book was that of a blank journal. “We are being searched for, and as delightful as it is to be found...Let’s allow the mystery to grow, allow them to wonder a little longer.” Leaving the books laid out perfectly across the table, Amara nodded softly toward Ophelia as she directed her towards the door to the outside.
Pushing her hand against the spine to a book, Amara watched as the book slowly crawled back into its proper position on the shelves. With other worlds being merely in arms reach, Amara had to be certain that they were ready for whatever world came running at them. While Amara typically didn’t mind to be brood, she knew in order to maintain the trust of her wicked friend that she would have make her feel as though she held some form of power, responsibility. The idea wasn’t to dissemble the young witch, but to much rather maintain the relation growth they had made without completely scaring Ophelia from their goal. Ophelia was important to the plan, and while Amara wasn’t certain if she could admit it yet, Ophelia had grown on her. After shelving the final book, Amara slowly turned her attention towards the only companion within the entire library, Ophelia. “Today we go out. Conflate our talents together, and use the populations desultory traits to our advantage. Today, we begin the journey...But before such panacea could be gifted upon us, we must first attract the perfect volunteers.”
Pulling three books carefully from their locations on the shelves. Amara laid them open flat in front of Ophelia. One book showed a tea party with a mad woman sitting at a table with her top hat barely tilted to the side. The next book laid open was that of Greek Legend, showing a woman and man standing against the greek gods for Erineyes freedom, and the final book was that of a blank journal. “We are being searched for, and as delightful as it is to be found...Let’s allow the mystery to grow, allow them to wonder a little longer.” Leaving the books laid out perfectly across the table, Amara nodded softly toward Ophelia as she directed her towards the door to the outside.