Bound to a Book (closed)

[Ohia_Lehua]

This thread is closed for TirithIre​

It had all gone wrong, despite all she had done to change the out come. There was an collective group of evils gathering and against the logic of diminishing that evil there were some out there that were trying to tame the evil and harness that dark power in the prism of good. It was impossible and that some bragged of their success over evil made the matter worse as now more tried to take on the harboring of evil.

The obedient power of evil was an illusion. The evil had just gone dormant, hiding within the users magic and slowly growing. Awen could see the darkness in the person, festering and altering the magic of it's host. It was a slow process and something that she couldn't sit by and watch. No one else could see it, no one else would listen or believe her. It took a once friend harboring an evil to show others that there was something wrong but it wasn't enough to move people to do anything about it.

Morgan had been the first person to come to Awen for help and as hard as they both worked to figure out a solution there was only one and it resulted in a major loss of her powers. The evil once released manifested into a physical form that could be defeated. Some came to Awen but others refused and she took it in her own hands to take care of the problem before the possessed harmed someone.

As much good as she was doing, as many people that she helped bad new traveled faster then good and it tarnished her name changing the view people had of her to something akin to fear and hatred. People saw her and fled in the opposite direction and rumors ran rampant about how she stole the magic of others to boost her own. The farther the rumors spread the worse the tale was of her evil deeds until the point that a sect called the Elders came after her.

"Awen Woodward you are here charged by the Elders for crimes against your own. For the violation and theft of other's magics in the benefit of yourself for malicious evils of unknown reasoning."

There was seven standing there accusing Awen. One of the seven was touched with evil and with her sight Awen knew that she could easily take them all on but they were in the middle of the market surrounded by innocents. Still magic tingled down her arm and made the tips of her fingertips itch with power. It would be so easy to call upon the elements, to ask the Earth to create a wall around these men but she had been enough battles to know that magic was wild and accidents could happen.

"I offer no resistance." Awen moved slowly lowering the basket in her hands to the ground.

A cold chill whipped through the market and a rotting smell tainted the air. There was a spike in magic and an icicle conjured by magic aimed at Awen flew past a child and missed the sorceress by a hair. The next second was tense and prolonged and when it broke all of the seven attacked with magic of their own.

"Run!" Awen turned to families at the market throwing up a wall of rock and dirt in the way of thrown and cast magic, protecting the people and leaving herself defenseless. Fire caught her cloak on fire the caster laughing as she threw her cloak off only to be hit with a spell meant to paralyze her. It burned against her skin tightening the muscles in her arm, numbing it from use. "Cease!" From her the branches of the nearest turned down hugging one of the Elders as a flock of bird descended upon another. "I wish you no harm!"

"You are but a bug under the heel of our might." The man crackled the pulse of evil in him growing.

Awen had seen this before, the man was about to loose himself to the evil within him. Awen had never split her magic like she was about to do but there wasn't anytime to think about it, it just had to be done. Wind commanded by Awen toppled and held the Elders to the ground keeping them from casting their own magic as the wind raged over them sure to throw any spells astray.

"You've missed." The laughing man pulled his hood back showing a wide smiled of yellowed teeth.

"Have I?" Awen's voice strained with the magic was was building within herself. She had to hit the man hard enough to break through his inner wall and pull forth the evil. At the same time she released her breath a tremendous force hit the man right above the heart, staggering him for the partial second that Awen needed. Forcing her magic into the man's being she burned her way to the evil gripping it with talons as she withdrew her magic back to her own self.

Cleared from the man's being, he fell to the ground lip but still alive and Awen let the evil go, forming a thick black fog that quickly formed into a physical shape.

The wind holding the five men, and the sixth was still held by the tree howled as they fought against it.

"AH!" Awen's back bowed in pain and her breath caught in her throat. As a whole her magic was strong enough to hold all six but split as it was between the evil and them it was back lashing against her mortal body.

"You can not hold." The hellhound taunted with snapping jaws. "If you let them go they will still go after you even after seeing me." It growled with glee.

Awen's eyes flashed lightning blue against the taunt. "I will." She promised calling the deepest of her powers, hellhounds could not be burned with fire or frozen with winter's touch but given enough voltage a bolt of lightning could scorch it from this earth.

The smell of ozone thicken in the air and the wind that still fought against the five other sizzled as it picked up the gathering charge. "Be gone creature of evil." The sky above had darkened and at her words it split in two by a single crackle of light striking the creature between the shoulder blade.

The most horrible of sounds echoed through the market as the evil fried and howled in pain. "EVIL CAN NOT DIE!" It screeched as it's body thrashed. "EVIL NEVER DIES!" It's body swelled and the last gurgle of defiance howl from it's jaws before it imploded.

It was nothing she hadn't heard before but it chilled her never the less because it was right. Nothing ever stayed away forever, things would come to be and it would one day be back. Live was nothing but a never ending circle all repeated one way or another.

Body trembling with fatigue Awen released her hold on the call of the elements and the remaining six Elders regained their feet.

"You, you-"

"It can not be."

"Gavin, is he..."

"She is the monster people spoken of."

"We can not let this be."

"Gather her at once."

They all spoke at once but the last was the loudest and too weak to fight them Awen was dragged from the market her eyes closing too tired to care at the moment.

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"Yes I believe that is the best idea."

"She is too powerful." A different voice argued. "She must be destroyed."

"And if she is an agent of evil her might will just be returned to them and we don't know in what form it will return." A third voice countered.

"That's why binding her to a prison is our best option. And should we need her one day to come we have her at hand." Said yet another voice.

"But how will we bind her? It has to be something not of this dimension or she will just escape." It was the first voice speaking again.

"Then use her own magic against her." This was a fifth voice and the deepest of the set.

"Oh? And how will we do that?"

Awen had been trying to open her eyes and focus but where they had her was dark and she was slow to coming to. But what little she could see troubled her. She was somewhere underground, in a cave perhaps and before her stood six fuzzy figures huddled around a table with a single light source.

"By placing her in her own book." The deep voice said proudly thumping something heavy on a solid surface.

"Her spell book?"

"Of sorts. In a few years time if we haven't figured out how to part the evil from the man we will summon her for assistance and as long as we don't sever the connection between the two she will still be imprisoned."

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The last image Awen had was of the group of men circling her chanting. The last thing she felt was her body going numb and burning freezing bubbles playing over her skin. The last thing she tasted was the soured dirt from the floor of the cave. The smell was one of burning herbs and smoke.

How long ago was that? Awen couldn't tell you but it had been long enough that she could listen to the change of the language. Of all of senses sound was the only one she had left and for years at a time she even turned away from that uncaring as to what was happening to the world out there. After the second evolution of language Awen knew she would never be released and the hope she had held on to for so long died.

She was trapped in a book of her own making and here she would stay for the rest of eternity.

 

[TirithIre]

Balamus looked on as the others panicked and worried over what to do. He was the youngest of the council, and understood their worries. The difference between himself and the others was that he was un-willing to allow anyone, or anything to override his rational thinking.

They had arrived after the confrontation, so it was perfectly natural that they would assume that she was the one who had caused all the destruction. Balamus saw past it, and although he spoke out against the banishing of her to her own spellbook, he could not push too far lest they believe he was an agent of evil. While he was a magic user of the illusions and shadows, that did not make him evil.

So it was that the five mages of the inner circle all gathered, Balamus included within the halls of the Eldyr, and citing the soul bond ritual, they bound the poor womans soul into her spellbook. He watched with sad eyes as her body dissapeared into the book. It wasn't long beyond that though before the halls shook.

" They come, they come!" The calls came from the bastion doors, and even as the call came a great cracking sound was easily heard throughout the halls as the doors were sundered by an axe held by a hellfire demon. The demon was easily fifteen feet tall, and brandishing the golden axe which was bloodied with the lifesource of the others, the beast made it's way in.

That was not what worried Balamus however... it was the lone figure which followed behind. " We cannot remain." He growled as he reached out. " Do not let them escape!" The necrotic and boney hand of the necromancer pointed out, and just as the black bolt of deathfire was about to strike them, Balamus teleported himself, along with two of the others away. " Be after them!" The necromancer screamed, but it was no use, the three mages were gone.

As a result of the falling of the halls however the book was sent with magic through the airs of the Erde for a time, and landed within the catacombs of the Eldyr, to be kept safe. Balamus had seen the evil coming, but the others hadn't listened. It was too late now. The Erde would suffer from the evils, but the workings of the mages would secure some peace for a time.

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"Wayde... Wayde!" The calls of his dearly loving girlfriend came ringing through his sleep deprived mind, and groggily he came back to awake. " Wayde you need to get up! You'll be late for work!" The redheaded beauty which was his girlfriend was named Ashely, and they had been dating for a good two months. She had stayed the night before because it had been his birthday, and afterwards they had celebrated together!

She was now shaking him awake though and with a grumbling sound he made his way to be sitting. Running his hand through his hair he looked to his phone and blanched when he saw that his boss had called five times. Picking up one of the voice messages he cringed at the harsh tone. " Wayde Johnson I need you here right now!" The message was short... it always was and he imagined the others only became more irate.

Taking ten minutes to shower and another ten to get dressed he kissed Ashley before he was running out to his car. Luckily he drove at non peak times, but traffic was heavy anyway as he headed for the museum. They had been setting up a new display over the last few months... and the head of the museums displays was a strict woman named Tessa. She was rushing around when he arrived, and no sooner that he had then she was putting him right to work.

" A new shipment!" She bustled and hustled about, pushing him to work on un-packing, correlating all the new stuff... that kind of thing. It was an exhibit about the lost kingdom of Eldyr... he had no idea who the people were... but it was clearly important and he was paid to work, so work he did!