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paradisalost2007-01-31 07:11 pm
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How strange. These events, I have not foreseen them within my visions.
Could it be possible that something the matter with me? My abilities as a Priestess, I can not feel them receding from my body and yet they offer me no assistance in determining these happenings. I must wonder, is this a block, a barrier to keep me from identifying my captors? No, I would have felt their presence long before they would have come for me.
Then, pray tell, what is this? This feeling of apprehension I have from the cities aura, it is not natural. It feels — I am uncertain how to describe it, the words I long for scatter when I have only just found them. That is unnatural, is this too the work of a barrier? There is no other explanation for my inability to convey these disturbing waves, I have no doubts, this place is certainl
Certainly what? How is it possible that am I unable to continue my own string of thought? I can not feel the barrier, neither its origin nor its limits, and yet this could only be the work of such a seal. My thoughts once again wander to the belief that perhaps I am losing the power I held, yet when my hand grasps the Shikon no Tama [ In small print beside "Shikon no Tama" the words 'Jewel of Four Souls' are written in parenthesis. ] I can feel, all too clearly, that this is not so.
This book as well, when I place my hand upon it I feel the swell of magic beneath my fingertips. It radiates with an energy I have never seen, but I can sense that this book was not created through dark arts. At the same time, it does not appear to have connections with the light. Not dark, not holy, no attributes that connect it with the earth. It is neutral, to the point of being foreign and departed from the planet. What sort of being could create this, could create this castle, this barrier? For me to be unable to break or even fully comprehend the surrounding magic, they must have an imaginable strength.
I will perform a purification ritual in the hopes that it will uncloud my blinded eyes.
Inuyasha, on this day that was to be our happiest, has misfortune befallen us? I recall that familiar road, the pathway I have taken many times before, I recall passing through it with a melody waiting to burst forth from my lips; I recall my happiness, I recall my joy.. I recall the emotions a priestess must not feel towards what I .. no, we pursued. Was I too eager for that life with you? Perhaps this is my punishment for my, for our
I shall accept my fate, I shall no longer challenge the will of those who blessed me. No longer will I consider being a normal woman, this is a promise I make to myself. A vow, on the dearest object which I no longer possess. It matters little that I lost such a thing, in the beginning, I was unworthy of such a precious gift. It may be best to have fallen from my hand at that time. Though, I regret [ There is a tiny black dot here, it is not big enough to be a period. ] nothing.
I regret nothing.
Could it be possible that something the matter with me? My abilities as a Priestess, I can not feel them receding from my body and yet they offer me no assistance in determining these happenings. I must wonder, is this a block, a barrier to keep me from identifying my captors? No, I would have felt their presence long before they would have come for me.
Then, pray tell, what is this? This feeling of apprehension I have from the cities aura, it is not natural. It feels — I am uncertain how to describe it, the words I long for scatter when I have only just found them. That is unnatural, is this too the work of a barrier? There is no other explanation for my inability to convey these disturbing waves, I have no doubts, this place is certainl
[ There appears to be a line where the writer begins the letter 'y', however their hand becomes unsteady; the page is nearly torn along the ink's path from the author's struggle to continue their previous thought. ] |
Certainly what? How is it possible that am I unable to continue my own string of thought? I can not feel the barrier, neither its origin nor its limits, and yet this could only be the work of such a seal. My thoughts once again wander to the belief that perhaps I am losing the power I held, yet when my hand grasps the Shikon no Tama [ In small print beside "Shikon no Tama" the words 'Jewel of Four Souls' are written in parenthesis. ] I can feel, all too clearly, that this is not so.
This book as well, when I place my hand upon it I feel the swell of magic beneath my fingertips. It radiates with an energy I have never seen, but I can sense that this book was not created through dark arts. At the same time, it does not appear to have connections with the light. Not dark, not holy, no attributes that connect it with the earth. It is neutral, to the point of being foreign and departed from the planet. What sort of being could create this, could create this castle, this barrier? For me to be unable to break or even fully comprehend the surrounding magic, they must have an imaginable strength.
I will perform a purification ritual in the hopes that it will uncloud my blinded eyes.
[ There are numerous seals to ensure concealment; the book's owner seems quite paranoid this will be viewed by unwanted persons. ] |
Inuyasha, on this day that was to be our happiest, has misfortune befallen us? I recall that familiar road, the pathway I have taken many times before, I recall passing through it with a melody waiting to burst forth from my lips; I recall my happiness, I recall my joy.. I recall the emotions a priestess must not feel towards what I .. no, we pursued. Was I too eager for that life with you? Perhaps this is my punishment for my, for our
[ A solitary waterdrop is on the page, it could have been made either by the writer, a stray drop from a glass of water, or the beginnings of rain. The mark appears to have been slightly wiped away. ] |
I shall accept my fate, I shall no longer challenge the will of those who blessed me. No longer will I consider being a normal woman, this is a promise I make to myself. A vow, on the dearest object which I no longer possess. It matters little that I lost such a thing, in the beginning, I was unworthy of such a precious gift. It may be best to have fallen from my hand at that time. Though, I regret [ There is a tiny black dot here, it is not big enough to be a period. ] nothing.
I regret nothing.
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I am Mahaado, priest of Egypt. From what lands do you hail?
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