Thread: Cured |: DontxBlinkk and Kathria :|

Vaserus had gone down he long stairwell, skipping until her feet had met with the murky ground of the tunnel. The small pool of water at her feet, didn't really bother her. Instead of fusing over her shoes being wet, Vaserus glided over the water. She was only an inch above the ground, but it was nice to keep a little distance from the water below. She skipped in the air, going further down the tunnel. As she went more and more lanterns lit up, small chattering could be heard from them. They each had distinct colors inside of the lanterns and Vaserus waved to them as she went. Pixies rested in the lanterns, lighting the path for her as a door at the end came into view. The door was large and black and curved into the ceiling of the tunnel. The wood had the etchings of a tree in it, one with a sleeping face. As Vaserus ran her fingers close to the wood, she paused and jerked her head around to look down the tunnel. There was this eery feeling she was being followed that she couldn't wash off. State your name. Her attention was pulled back to the door. The eyes of the tree had opened and were scanning her as it awaited an answer. She shifted in her spot before huffing and pursing her lips together. Vaserus. Vaserus Spirit. The eyes of the door closed, the lips of it made a humming sound that caused the tunnel to rumble. It took several seconds before the eyes opened back up and they blinked as they looked at her. State your position. She raised her chin up, her eyes looking out the corner to see if she was actually being followed. I'm Neuo from the Spirit clan. I possess will. The door hummed again before closing it's eyes once more. Access permitted to Neuo Vaserus from the Spirit clan. You may enter. The door lost it's life before it slowly began to part and open. They was a deep humming from behind it before the doors jerked and slammed to show what was behind it. There were several people sitting about in a dark hallway. Each person had a different color hair and eyes that matched. A few of their skins were different variations of the color of their hair. They were dressed in long black robes, mostly clothes used in the human world for mourning. Their eyes turned, looking out and on at Vaserus. Took you long enough to get here Will. Vaserus groaned before stepping into the hallway, the doors remained open to the tunnel. Her feet hit the dark blue carpet and her eyes fell on the pictures floating in front of the wall with pictures of people, monsters really. Vaserus knew them well, the head of each clan in the counsel. She dropped her head, moving around the group in the center of the hall. One, a man, jumped up and grabbed her arm, tugging it back causing her body to jerk until her eyes locked with his. Let go of me Sin! Vaserus grunted. The man grinned, evilly. Will is making a choice, whether known or unknown the choice is a sin...and I taste it . His tongue came out, forked, and licked at the air in front of her face. His bright blue eyes shifted, turning into reptile eyes before she managed to squirm out of his grasp. She rubbed her arm, huffing. Remember I'm the one that gave you the choice to be Sin, Sin! Vaserus growled, but the group of people only laughed mockingly. No, your ancestors gave me the right to choice. You are just a reincarnation of that ancestor. His chin lifted, his head tilting. I was alive when your ancestor was dear, Will , and she was much more enjoyable than you! He relaxed into the black chair he had been sitting on, a hand hovering in front of his face. Vaserus grunted, her nose wrinkling in disgust thinking of how long this man had been alive. She turned her back and headed down the hall. Vaserus stopped in front of a purple door. The door had several different shades of purple and each shade matched her hair, or her eyes in some way. Her hands pressed into the wood, and the wood began to whisper. The voices that came from it were all female, all familiar and yet distant to her. Still she pressed her fingers into the wood until they passed through it, and she too moved through the wood into the next room. The room was simple, large but simple. The walls had statues in front of them, depicting different women, all of the same age. There were words floating in front of each statue, the name and birth place of each person that had long passed. The room, except the center, was covered in water. Water poured in from the walls, and flames danced in between the statues. The illusion was that it seemed like the room would fill up with water, but the water never came up any further than where it stayed. In the center was a stone slab, and Vaserus moved to it. She crouched down on the stone slab and pulled her book-bag off. Vaserus set the bag on the slab, and placed her hands on her knees as she exhaled. The statues, each one of them, eyes opened, glowing purple as the statues turned to face her. She breathed in heavily before lifting up her hands. A pixie came fourth from no where and laid itself on her right hands. It hugged her thumb and glowed purple as it hummed before speaking. Tell me which one you wish to learn about, and I will bring your past life to life once more. Vaserus turned her face towards the pixie and sighed. Which statue did she want to talk to? To know more about? There were so many, she was at a loss for words.