Naissance

~Prologue~

-3 weeks earlier-

The year is 2004, modern day. In the town of Naissance a young girl sits within a circle, a soft chant sounding breathless as it escapes her lips, her naked body sits before her alter; a black book laying of the floor before her. Akarie was summoning a being to help her destroy those that had caused so much pain in her life.

Within the circle, the floor started to shake as she chanted on. Slowly a dark cloud formed before her and an eerie, irritated voice sounded throughout the room, "Who hast dared to summon me?"
Looking at the spiralling darkness the girls’ voice stammered unsure, "I, Akarie, have summoned you to this worldly plane, to grant my desire, obey my wishes."
The shadows swirled within the circle as a mocking laugh echoed through the dimly lit room, "I MUST obey? Child...you have summoned the wrong deity, for my will is my own and the only will to be bent is your own..."
The girls eyes widened as she quickly looked around, she had been hasty in casting her spell for she did not have a binding spell or one to protect her from the being before her.
Cringing she moved to grab the book on the floor only to have the black cloud surround her and move into her body, with a small scream she collapsed to the floor.
A few minutes later Akaries form slowly began to move, rising to her knees. Her eyes fluttered open and staring out at the world were not the usual deep blue eyes of Akarie but empty black pools, a small smirk moved over the girls face as a sinister laugh erupted from her lips, the voice which spoke was that of the being summoned, "I have not taken a body in many millennia..."
Reaching out she grabbed the book from the floor and stood to her feet, stretching in a cat like manner an evil smile upon her lips, "The world awaits my return..."

-Present-

Lately, strange things have been happening, people have been acting weird, some have gone missing, even some have been killed. The Goddess Erida has taken over the body of a young girl and has been awakening other demons to host in other people. Soon she will be unstoppable, unless those with the teaching are able to discover and stop her...

grounded the sacred herbs together in the red clay pottery bowl. Her brown-grey eyes constantly gazed up to look at the front of the shop where her mother, a very pretty woman of forty, stood talking to another woman. This woman was dressed in high class fashion clothes and wore an almost continuous snobby look on her slightly upturned face. Finally her mother went over to a glass cabinet, one of many in the store, which had a yellow ribbon on the glass. Ava’s frown deepened until the look on her face appeared has an outright glare. Her mother however continued to smile as she passed the woman a small black pouch; the woman opened it and sniffed at the contents. It was all Ava could do to stop from giving a loud ‘hmph’ of disgust as the woman tied back up the pouch and handed her mother some money; turning to leave the woman once again stuck her nose up in the air. Turning her mother walked down the aisle towards the back of the store, counting the money. She didn’t even look up as she went to the cash register, her voice was soft and held a light tone of laughter to it as she spoke, “Ava if your look gets any darker you’re going to make it rain.”
Of course that’s all it took to send Ava into a speech her mother had heard a thousand times before, “Mom, how can you sell your herbs to –those- people, you know they don’t appreciate all the work that goes into them.”

Sighing, her mother placed the money in the cash register and closed it, turning to look at her daughter and the indignant look on her face, “Because, Ava we do need money to keep the lifestyle we have here.”

Ava understood that but it still didn’t keep her quiet, “But Mom, those rich women only use it to spice up their chicken! It’s Ginger aged five years, it holds the best flavour and potency and they use it on a dead bird!”

Twitching in her spot with angry passion she watched as her mother laughed a sweet delicate airy laugh and moved around her, patting her on the head, “Oh dear, I’m sure when you are older you’ll understand. Remember to grind the herbs until it’s a very fine powder or it won’t work for what you need it for. I’m going to go plant a bamboo for Geb.”

Shifting in her spot Ava began to ground the herbs harder into the bowl as she glanced over her shoulder at her mother, “Oh, Plant one for me too.” Once again her mother paused and laughed her delicate laugh as she bent to pick up a watering can stretching as she stood up she moved to a shelf and opened a green box and removed a single seed. Glancing over her shoulder at her daughter she moved to the door that led into the back section of the building which served as their house, “You know that’s not how it works Hun. There’s a place to the right of the garden for you to plant your tree.” Her mother quietly stepped through the door, closing it behind her. Ava could hear her humming a voice tune and she smiled slightly to herself, of course she knew that it didn’t work that way. If she wanted to make an offering to Geb she’d have to do it herself, no one else could do it for her. Looking down at the bowl in front of her she named off the herbs in her mind. Cloves, Marjoram, Basil and Sandalwood; chewing on her slightly full bottom lip she glanced around her; she was missing an herb. Glancing towards a small forest green pouch she plucked it from the spot on the table; opening it she removed a small whitish root and placed it in the bowl with the other ground up herbs. This was African ginger; it was one of many sacred herbs used in a protection bundle. Once again she began to grind the herbs; she hated grinding in ginger because you always had to use it in its purest form, which meant roots, if you wanted to produce good magic. Of course their were people who used store bought herbs and spices, however those potions would never be as strong as hers; definitely not as strong as her mothers who grew her own herbs, aged them for potency and flavour. Her mother also worshipped the Egyptian God of Earth; Geb. He was very pleased with her mother and often granted her favours, her mother had become a first class Alchemist, even though not many knew or appreciated her work.

Ava however worshipped four deities. The Egyptian Gods Ra and Geb, the Egyptian Goddess Nuit and the African Goddess of water Yemaya; her main focus of worship was Nuit and Geb and because of her devotion to them they had granted her special gifts. Ava paused for a moment as her thoughts drifted. Sometimes she thought it was strange. In her household magic was a common everyday thing. If you worked hard you could do so many things but magic could never work unless you believed in it and things much greater then magic. You had to believe in the sources that granted it, like Gods and Goddess; she supposed that’s why magic wasn’t a common thing in the world today because in these modern times people just couldn’t bring themselves to believe in something so unreal and unnatural. Even though it was a common thing among many people, most magic users did not show off their talent because making something burst into flame in public or doing something much more drastic would just scare people. They just didn’t know how to cope with such things. Shaking her head she came out of her reverie and began to grind the herbs once again, so many people in the world and most of them were horribly closed minded.

After an hour of grinding the herbs she stopped and looked in the red clay bowl, twisting her lips in thought. Anymore grinding and the powder would probably turn into liquid. Hopefully this time things would turn out right; grabbing a small white pouch she took a spoon and scrapped the powder into the pouch and washed the utensils that she had used, placing them back on the shelf in which she had taken them from. Sighing she glanced at the time, it was six o’clock and the store closed in one hour; once closed she could then go to her room and finish the potion and get onto more exciting things.

Quickly Raedon glanced down at his watch as he briskly walked down the street. The young gothic teen was muttering softly to him as his short black hair blew slightly in the wind his red highlights almost seemed to glow in the evening sunlight. Raedon paused at an intersection and glanced from left to right, where in the hell was that shop anyway and why did he have to go all the way to an herbal store to get basil? Shaking his head in disgust Raedon turned left and quickly walked down the road. Raedon wasn’t your typical teen; the young boy was 17 years old and had been through enough traumas in the past 4 years then anyone should go through in their entire life. It had traumatized him so much that his personality had done a complete 190. First his father was killed in a freak accident when he was 14, leaving his mother to care for his sister and him all by herself. Then a year later his mother drowned; the following year his younger sister who had just turned 5 was hit by a car and the year after his best friend was shot at their school by a crazy student. Raedon had been stricken by the events in his life; it filled him with such a deep sadness that he could hardly function. He couldn’t believe such bad things could happen to such good people, to the people he loved. Finally his aunt decided that they would move away from the place that contained such bad memories for Raedon and they came to Naissance. During the last year of his life nothing bad has happened to anyone around him and Raedon has been careful not to get close to anyone in fear that something would happen, however now he has suddenly developed these mysterious pains that would come upon him without warning. He had visited several doctors in the town by none of them had any explanations, Raedon seemed perfectly healthy. Now Raedon wore clothes to reflect his hatred of the world and the sadness that changed his life; his eyes which once held a bright laughter and enjoyment of life now held indifference, anger and hate.

Raedon’s dark almond eyes glanced down the street to make sure no cars were coming and he quickly crossed the road, making his way to an older building with a sign ‘Herbal Shop’ above the door frame. As he reached the door a young girl with strange blond hair which border lined grey was flipping the open sign to close. Raedon groaned loudly as he stopped in front of the doorway, one of his hands moving to rub the back of his neck as he glanced through the glass, his dark chocolate eyes pleaded with the girl. His aunt had been very instant that he get the basil from this store, he didn’t know why but she said she would know if he got it from anywhere else. Even though he was an angry teenager he wouldn’t deny his aunt anything because when all the people around him had died she had appeared out of nowhere and have taken care of him and his sister and when she died his aunt had been there, comforting and steadfast. He owned her a lot and perhaps it was her compassion and hard will that kept him from slipping into total darkness.

Ava’s eyes widened slightly as she looked up at the boy that had suddenly appeared in front of the door to the store as she was switching the sign. She couldn’t help but stare at him, it wasn’t due to the fact that the boy was clearly Goth. Naissance had it’s fair share of Goths and other types of teens; it was just a very strong presence about him that made him stand out, she almost felt rude staring at him. Frowning softly she pulled open the door wide so her body was between the door and the frame, her fingers curled around the edge of the door as she looked inquiringly at the boy, her voice sounded puzzled as she spoke, “Yes?”

Raedon managed a small smile at the girls puzzled look; his breath slightly laboured from the brisk walk half way across town. Shifting he glanced beyond the girl and into the store, letting his hand drop to his side as he spoke, “I need basil.” Raedon’s eyes shifted back to the girl and he noticed that her look had quickly turned from puzzled to angry. He didn’t have a possible explanation for the anger in her eyes, the only explanation he could offer was that she was a girl and no man could truly understand the female mind, let alone their emotions.

Ava glared at the boy and pulled the door slightly closed in a subtle hint for him to go away as she spoke her voice had a cold undertone to it, “I’m sure you can get your basil at a local A&P.”

Swiftly she step back and began to shut the door but the boy quickly jumped forward and pressed his hand against the door, the same pleading look on his face as he spoke in a light baritone voice; he almost seemed desperate; “Please, my Aunt said I –had- to get it from here and that she would know if I hadn’t. I honestly don’t want to know what she will say to me if she knew I went to an A&P to get it.”

Ava looked into the boy’s dark eyes with a small frown. He was so strange; she couldn’t place why he seemed to draw her attention. The dept of his eyes held dark emotions, that much she could tell but right now he seemed to be light, almost concerned. She shook her head slightly trying to rid herself of the weird feeling and she arched a slim eyebrow at the boy, “Oh? What kind of Basil do you need?”

Ava watched as the boy shifted his weight from one foot to the other, when he spoke he seemed to be recalling someone word for word, “Sweet Basil leaves grown for 10 years.” He quickly seemed to force a smile as if he wasn’t sure of what he asked for. Nodding Ava turned and moved to a cabinet which was marked with a red ribbon, opening the door she reach up to the top shelf and pulled out a white pouch; moving back to the door she held out the pouch to the darkly dressed boy, “It’s Fifty dollars.”

Raedon stared at the girl, was she crazy? Perhaps her hair was so grey because all the blood had seeped out of her brain? He simply watched as a smile appeared on the girls lips as she looked at him, probably wondering if he were crazy. The expression he was currently wearing was no doubt priceless and could be read like a book. Leaning slightly forward as he reached into his pocket, “Are you joking?.” The girl however simply shook her head and wiggled the pouch as if to tell him to hurry up; he was sure however that his aunt hadn’t given him enough money for this herb.

Making a soft hmph sound he pulled out the money in his pocket, “Geeze, for that price it better be made of gold or magic.” The slim girl before him let out a soft airy laugh; he had no idea what she found so amusing and he quickly glanced down at the money, counting it. There was exactly Fifty dollars in his hand. Had his aunt really wanted to pay that much for a herb? Shaking his head he handed the money to the girl and snatched the pouch from her hand, quickly walking away, not bothering to thank her.

Ava leaned forward to look out the door at the boy who hunched his shoulders as he walked as if he were trying to duck away from the sunlight that bathed his face and shoulders. There was really something odd about him. Wrinkling her nose in the boy’s direction she leaned back into the store and closed the door, locking it before she turned and moved to the back of the store; entering the door that separated the store from the house. Stopping in the center of the living room, which were mostly nice earthy tones of green’s and browns she bounced from foot to foot, her eyes glancing to the back door to the garden and then to the door leading upstairs to her room. It was getting dark and she really wanted to get started on some other things but she hadn’t made an offering to Geb this week and planting a tree would probably please him greatly. Making a loud desperate sound she began to shake her hands in an anxious gesture, what to do, what to do. Finally she stopped as she heard her mothers laugh coming from the doorway leading to the garden and she quickly turned to her as she gripped her hands behind her back, grinning a huge embarrassed smile. ‘

Currently Ava was only 15 years old and would be turning 16 soon, though she took her craft very seriously and was often more mature then other 15 year olds she was still very prone to childish actions which always made her mother laugh. Moving forward her mother placed the water can down in the corner and looked to her daughter, “Ava, I am sure that Geb will forgive you if you worship his sister tonight and not him, plus you know he’d much prefer day worship and the day is quickly fading.”

Ava smiled and made a soft clicking sound as she nodded turning towards the door leading upstairs to her room, “You’re right, I don’t think he’d smite me if I worshipped his wife. It might start an argument!” Her smile grew as she threw open the door to her room and ran up the stairs, opening the second door that was at the top, quickly closing it behind her. The room was rather larger and mostly soft blues and green but there were random splashes of darker blues and fire reds. She had a different deity sculpture in each corner of her room, which had a material background that hung from the wall in the God and Goddess favoured colour. The room had several pieces of Cherry oak furniture but was not cluttered; there were two windows, one was a large double window which you could push open and the other was a skylight in the ceiling. The ceiling itself was slanted to the right and painted black and was covered with glow in the dark stars, moons and planets depicting constellation of the universe in almost prefect accuracy. It was one of her gifts to the Goddess Nuit.

Taking a deep breath she moved to a large wardrobe that rested against the left wall of her room; opening it up she reached inside and pulled out a white dress with pale yellow stars on it, these also glowed in the dark. Ava’s breath began to come in quick excited pants as she forgot all about the pouch of herbs she carried, dropping them to the floor as she began to strip off her clothes; stopping when she stood only in her white cotton underwear. Swiftly she pulled the dress over her head; it fit perfectly to her form resting down on her arms to reveal her shoulders and upper chest. The sleeves of the dress curved in a V point reaching to the tips of her fingers. The dress pulled tight at her hips, revealing the slight curve of her hips; the thin white material then swirled downward to her knees, resting against her skin. Bending down she pulled off her socks and moved to stand before her large blue framed full length mirror. With a light, girlish laugh she swirled around, the dress swirled up around her hips in an umbrella fashion. Stopping she moved towards her bed which was about three feet off the floor, much higher then the average bed and with a smile she reached into the center of the soft blue comforters and gently took hold of the large stick resting there.

Stepping back from the bed she held out the stick before her. Of course it was no ordinary stick. This stick was actually a branch that had fallen from a weeping willow tree during a storm. It was 4 feet tall and 3 inches thick. Most of it had been smoothed down and was a light beige colour; it was very soft to touch. The last foot of the branch ended in vines and leaves that were custom to the willow tree. Her mother had blessed the branch in a ritual of worship to Geb and he had bestowed his kiss upon the branch so that it was perfectly preserved. The leaves would never fall off or rot away. This was her broom.

Moving to the window she reached forward and thrust it open to reveal the darkening sky. Shifting she danced forward and stood on the ledge of the window which overlooked the garden and faced the cliff that dropped sharply down to a sand beach and a large crystal blue lake. Moving she placed her right leg over the willow broom and rose it so that she sat lightly on it. Tilting her ivory face upwards towards the full moon which had risen in the quickly darkening sky her pink tinted lips began to chant softly and a gently wind began to blow.

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Achlys (Akhlys): The first being ever, even before Chaos. Achlys was the ever lasting night and the personification of misery. She was pictured as a pale woman with bloody cheeks, shoulders covered in dust, with long fingernails, swollen knees and forever crying.
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Akarie’s form leaned forward as she pressed her upper body against the windowsill, her stormy grey eyes shifting to look up towards the full moon that had quickly risen into the clear night sky. Leisurely a slim finger slide underneath her right eye touching the two thin waves light marks there; the marks were black and had appeared 3 weeks ago. Most people believed them to be tattoo’s however they were not; these marks were almost like birthmarks. They appeared when Erida was once again ‘born’ into the world of mortals. These were the marks of the Goddess of Hate.

Shifting, the form of the 17 year old pushed away from the window, arching her back as a smile of satisfaction slide along her slightly full lips; oh how she loved this mortal body. Rising her arms away from her body, Akarie tilted her head backwards as she began to spin around, her stormy eyes watching the white ceiling distort as she spun faster and faster. Her long shiny black hair wrapped itself around her body almost as if it were alive. Suddenly she stopped, her grey eyes narrowed dangerously as they gazed towards the dark blue door of the closet; moving towards it she deliberately dragged her feet along the new fuzzy black carpet, the soft sensation making goose bumps move up along her legs. Her lips twisted into a cruel smile as she grabbed the knob of the door and pulled it open, her eyes trailing over the clothes to the floor of the closet. Sitting there with wide green eyes filled with tears was a brown curly haired girl; tears stained her cheek and her clothes were ripped and dirty. Akarie’s smile widened and when she spoke her voice held a soft echo to it, an echo which was often born from power, “Keep quite Hope, I wouldn’t want to cut out your tongue. I’m sure Achlys will want to use that wonderful feature.” Akarie watched as the girl, which was no more then fifteen years old, raised her tanned hands to her mouth, whimpering softly as she closed her eyes and pressed a bruised cheek against the wall of the closet. Chuckling softly Akarie closed the door and leaned back against it, rubbing her back against the wood so she could feel its texture on her back. Narrowing her eyes they slowly began to cloud over, becoming absolutely colourless, a cruel smile playing on her lips. Though the young body was that of the teenager Akarie that young girl no longer controlled the body; the conscious which now ruled was that of Erida, The Goddess of Hate. Slowly Erida’s eyes roamed the room before she had taken over Akarie’s body there are been disturbing splashes of bright colours throughout the whole room. She, however had quickly changed that, the room now had fluffy black carpet; dark black and red material hung from the walls. A Mahogany dresser and mirror rested against one wall and a large canopy bed against the opposite wall. The bed had dark grey dressing and black see through curtains that hung from metal rails. Off to the left of the bed was a set of stairs that rose upwards to a second level; it was one fourth the size of the bedroom and contained cushions that rested along one wall, the ceiling protruded out of the top of the house and was basically a large sunroof which could clearly be removed.

Smiling to her self Erida moved back to the large open window and leaned her body against the window sill; Akarie’s body was strong and full of energy, it pleased her greatly and suited her needs, for the moment anyway. Stretching once again Erida turned back to the closet, the moon was raising higher in the sky and it would soon be time to get down to business. Pulling open the blue door she smirked slightly at the scared girl and pulled out pair of black dress pants and a long dress like shirt that fell to her mid thigh. Once dress her gaze moved to the young girl that now had fresh tears on her cheeks, “Come Hope, the moon is at its fullest. Achlys waits to be summoned from her restless slumber...say goodbye to the world you once knew.”

Bending down Erida reached out and grabbed the young girls upper arm tightly, pulling her roughly to her feet. The curly haired teen whimpered, her bright green eyes pleaded with the person who once was her friend as she spoke, “A-akarie, please…let me go. I-I promise I w-won’t say an-anything.” The form of her friend smiled at her, it was such an ugly smile and one she had never seen on Akarie before until a few days ago. Akarie pulled her towards the door, tugging on the leather that tied her hands together. Only Hopes hands had been tied but she hadn’t tried to get away, it was almost like she had been in shock, or lost in a daze for the last few days.

Sneering at the girl Erida tightened her grip on Hopes arm and tugged open the door to the room as her lips quickly moved in a soft chant. The colours of the hallway dimmed noticeably to darker, almost colourless shades as she pulled the whimpering girl down the narrow corridor that lead to the stairs. Quickly moving down them Erida stopped at the front door and glanced back over her shoulder to the living room, sitting there frozen on the couch was Akarie’s parents. That cruel smile returned to her lips as she looked to the girl whose face had become a mask of horror; her green eye wide with fear, “You see Hope? There is no since in screaming, for within this place no one will hear your cries, no one that will care anyway.” Hauling the girl after her she moved out the door and out onto the road, everything outside was frozen as well and the same dull colours.

Across the street from Akarie’s house was a large forest, this forest was The Nightshade Forest, it was named long ago for the deadly plant that had once grown so abundantly within it. The plant no longer grew in such abundance but a person could still find the plant in the dark forest if they looked hard enough. Moving across the street and into the thick forest Erida continued to jerk the now struggling girl behind her. It wasn’t long before she stumbled out in a small clearing. In the center of the clearing there was an altar it was six feet long and four feet high and made completely out of wood and painted black. There were writings of an ancient language engraved along side the altar and sitting on top of it was the book Akarie had used to summon Erida, The Grimorium Verum. Erida turned to look at the frightened girl and slowly her eyes clouded over once again to appear completely black.

A strangled cry came from the green eyed girl and she tried to pull away from the girl that she had once considered her friend. She had known Akarie for almost a year now and sure the girl had her strange moment but so did everyone else. She was still a wonderful person up until two days ago when she had suddenly turned on her, her eyes had gone completely black like they had just done and after that Hope couldn’t remember anything but a sense of stifling fear. It seemed only now had she awakened from a horrible nightmare only to find that it wasn’t a nightmare at all but a chilling reality. Her friend was gone and now her life was in danger as well. Hope wanted to plead, beg and scream at her friend to wake up and realize what she was doing but the same deep fear seemed to settle upon her. Tears swelled up in her eyes as Akarie pushed her onto the altar and the reality of her situation seemed to flash before her, if she didn’t get out of her now she could die. A ripping scream burst from her mouth as her body shot up on the altar, she was hysterical with fear; her legs trashed against the blackened woods as she pulled at Akarie, pleading with her to come to her sense. She didn’t want to die.

Erida twisted against the altar, pulling herself free of the girls grip as she sneered at her, loathing the pitiful cries. She quickly tied the girl’s hands and feet to the altar with leather bindings; now it didn’t matter how much she trashed. Glancing up at the sky Erida moved to pick up the Grimorium Verum from the end of the Altar, stepping back from it her lips began to move and slowly the tree’s took on there original colour as reality shifted back into the first dimension. The normally dark clearing was illuminated by the full moon which had risen in the night sky. Smiling in a menacing manner Erida flipped open the black book, a book which Akarie had stolen from a book store that dealt in ancient books and relics; a book that contained many powerful black magic spells. The poor child hadn’t known what she was getting her self into when she stole the book and tried to use the powerful magic within its pages. The Grimorium Verum was a powerful tool and very dangerous in the wrong hands.

Moving forward Erida pulled a flat pouch from the pages of the book and opened it. Removing some of the herbs from the pouch she sprinkled them over Hopes face as she began to chant in a soft ancient language long ago used by the gods of Greece. Stepping back her voice slowly raised until it was a loud chant. The clearing got noticeable darker and the air chilled as Erida reached into the pouch a second time and tossed some of the herbs into the air. Looking to the book in her hand Erida continued to chanted, her pure black eyes moving to the altar as a scream slide from the young girls mouth, her back arching of the black altar.

As Erida chanted her breath became laboured; even though Erida was a goddess she now held a human form and Akarie’s body was not use to magic or the power of a goddess so Erida could not channel her full power because she would destroy the human vessel. This meant that Erida would have to use rituals and magic’s of the earthly plane until she could strengthen Akarie’s body or find a new one. As Erida ended the chant the clearing went completely dark and silent, the moon didn’t shine, the animals didn’t makes a noise and the wind didn’t blow. Erida shifted, her eyes straining against the total blackness as she closed the book and held it to her chest, the smile that moved along her lips could not be seen in the darkness as a soft wail began to blow in night air. The wail continued to get stronger until it was a bellowing scream that was immediately cut off and against all was silent as the moon reappeared to light up the clearing.

There lying on the altar was a woman with deadly pale skin and bloody cheeks. Her long fingernails gripped the restraints as tears flowed from her eyes, a soft wail drifted from her parted lips as the image melted away and only Hope was left lying on the altar. Moving forward Erida undid the bindings which held the girls form. Bit by bit the girl sat up, a tanned hand moving to wipe away tears that rested against her cheek; pausing in the action the young girl looked at the hand with a strange fascination and then to Erida, her voice was soft and uncertain when it spoke, “I…am mortal, in a shell of flesh but how?”

Erida smiled, “Achlys, you have been summoned to Earth once more by me, Erida the Goddess of Hate to do my biddings.”

The form of Hope smiled as she slid from the altar to look at the once mighty goddess that now resided in a human body, “Erida that shell has greatly weakened your powers.” It was a simple statement but it said a lot, if Erida was now weak and in a simple mortal body did she really have the right to summon Achlys, especially to do her bidding?

Smirking Erida turned from Achlys, “It has Achlys but I am still a goddess and my powers will return but to you they should be unquestionable for I am the one whom has summoned you to this plane and I am the one who has bond your form to that girl, you –will- do my bidding.”

Achlys smiled almost sadly and dipped her head, the brown curls bouncing in the moonlight, “Yes my Goddess.”

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Akarie turned around in circles, there was nothing surrounding her, nothing but an overwhelming darkness which seemed to carry all the negative emotions of the human psyche. “Where am I? Why am I here?” A sob soft rose in her throat as she sat down, pulling her legs to her chest as she wrapped her arms around them. Resting her chin against her knee’s she stared off into the darkness as fear overtook her body. “I’m scared, someone please help me.” Faintly a light began to shimmer before her, manifesting itself into a young girl with curly brown hair, the girl’s arms were wrapped around her self and her head was dipped. Akarie sniffled softly, “Who are you?”
Slowly the young girl tilted her head to look at the girl sitting on the floor, her green eyes almost seemed to glow as she spoke in a soft fleeting voice, “I…am Hope”

However…Akarie didn’t know Hope.