|
|
Post by Gupta M. Hassan on Jul 25, 2010 0:29:58 GMT -5
Egypt remained quiet after hearing the two nations making theories of the dreams or, visions as England call's them. He swirls the tea around to help cool it off before sipping again. All he knew that his mother tried to tell him something and now, hearing this King Arthur, it could be a sign," Did your King tried to tell you something?" he asked, eying England with intensity.
(All i could think of)
|
|
|
|
Post by Terje Amundsen on Jul 26, 2010 17:00:19 GMT -5
"Well, put it this way, I suppose, which is the easiest: Bringing back the dead, or going back in the past? Unless the characters are representing something we don't know yet." Whatever the circumstance was right now, either option could be just as easy as the other. With a quiet sigh, he crossed his legs and thought about his dreams, before adding, "Also, fear isn't something you necessarily know of most the time until you face it."
|
|
|
|
Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jul 31, 2010 12:31:57 GMT -5
Arthur pondered. Everything they'd discussed had given him no new insights, and as frustrated as he was, it was difficult to see past the mire of sleep deprivation and confusion. "The past... isn't what's important here," he started slowly, staring at the grain in the table. "It's something more than that. Connected to it, I think, but not of it. But fear, that's something else entirely." Wondering where he was even going with what he was saying, he started tracing the grain with the tip of his finger. "It's as if it's just out of my grasp, what all of this means..."
|
|
|
|
Post by Gupta M. Hassan on Aug 3, 2010 1:16:34 GMT -5
Egypt held his tea tightly then, whispers," Maybe our past is in danger." It was a crazy idea but, seeing all their old kings,rulers and his mother all relate to the past,"Maybe...something is trying to change it." he spoke up a little.
Shuddering at the idea of changing the past could mean changing them..the future..this world. Why though? Why would someone might be crazy enough to do so? Egypt shakes his head. IT was only a theory..a frightening theory. Praying quietly to Allah..praying that his theory could be wrong, Egypt went quiet head bowed.
|
|
|
|
Post by Terje Amundsen on Aug 3, 2010 19:07:58 GMT -5
"Whatever the reason is..." Leaning up straight, arms propped up on his knees, he looked ahead to England, "Somebody other than us must be doing it, ja?" He sure as hell wasn't pulling any sort of tricks to do this to himself and the other two. So it only made sense. There had to be a source; a place, or person, who was playing with them. Of course, this is what he was concluding.
|
|
|
|
Post by Pangea on Aug 3, 2010 19:39:09 GMT -5
As Arthur opened his mouth to respond, the lights flickered. The three paused, blinking before they went out entirely. They waited, silent, to see if the lights would come back on their own.
But before they could, a soft glow filled the room, casting an ethereal light into their eyes as three figures rose before them.
Danna, the mother of the Celtic gods, gazed at England with a serious expression, her eyes the same fertile green as Arthur's. Freya, resplendent in her golden armour, nodded to Terje, a smirk on her face. Nut, the goddess of night, smiled at Gupta, her expression soft but mysterious.
Danna spoke first, her fingers reaching out to trail along Arthur's face. "My child, you are in danger."
"You all are," Freya intoned, one hand on Terje's head in a gesture of familiarity. Nut remained quiet, her ebony hand on Gupta's shoulder as she chose her words carefully. "It is not just you three. You must all unite in the face of what is to come." But from their tones, it was clear that it was only meant to be a hint.
"This is your trial," they spoke in unison.
|
|
|
|
Post by Gupta M. Hassan on Aug 4, 2010 18:51:41 GMT -5
Egypt felt a powerful presence suddenly appearing in the room. The three goddess appearing before them, one was something he would never thought it would happen. He met nearly every gods his people held but, not all. Ra spoken about Nut yet never given a chance to see her. He knew she was an Ancient God that even Ra would bow to.
Now, seeing the goddess of night before him, Egypt bowed his head whispering in his Ancient language like some prayer way. Her presence was beautiful yet dreadful. Hearing the bad news made his heart nearly stopped until, he felt Nut's hand grip his shoulder. Body stiffen, Egypt went quiet , gripping his pant leg to stop his shaking.
|
|
|
|
Post by Terje Amundsen on Aug 4, 2010 20:09:42 GMT -5
Unlike Egypt, he had seen every one of his deities, and he prided in that fact like almost nothing else. Not wasting a second, he was up on his feet and properly presenting himself before one of his most renowned female goddesses. "Freyja." He uttered to her in a tone that voiced his honour and pleasure, and in a language most ancient up in the north of Europe.
He hadn't seen her in centuries, and as much as she and the other two mentioned a certain danger, he couldn't help but be entirely fortunate right now. She was beautiful, it was captivating, and if he were a God, he'd give everything to be with her. Then again... shaking those thoughts from his head, he forwarded her a look of understanding.
What they had to do didn't sound too hard.
|
|
|
|
Post by Arthur Kirkland on Sept 22, 2010 17:31:24 GMT -5
As Danna spoke to him, Arthur's eyes softened, almost trance-like in their gaze. But the trial mentioned snapped him out of his reverie. "All of us...?" He thought of his long-standing rivalries, with France, and more recently with Iceland, among others. Could they possibly all unite, despite their hatred and animosity?
But as they spoke, it seemed final, absolute, and Arthur knew he had no choice but to comply. "Mar is mian leat," he spoke quietly, eyes closing in reverence.
[Translation: "As you wish."]
|
|
