Void Rift (rp) - Intermission

She looks horrified.
"Let's not... As long as I could pack the sand enough, I could make it. It'd hurt, but I could make it a few days then. If not..."
She shudders.
"Don't get any ideas. I don't mean harm, okay?!"

 

"I don't have any." I stay silent for a few seconds. "Why ARE you called The Last Prophet?"

 

"Because I'm the last of my bloodline. The odd thing about prophets compared to other draconians is that our power comes from our blood. When I foresaw his end, he had every drop of blood tied to my power thrown into the abyss below our world. I'm it; I'm the LAST Prophet there is and will be from my world."
She looks a bit saddened at the thought.
"The only..."

 

I look at the Flower, cautious.
I then raise my non-existent eyebrows at Ragnyon.

 

She glances at you nervously again.
"I hope I didn't just put a price on my head..."

 

"I see..." I lower my voice. "So...how does the hive master, uhm, end?"

 

"Xlentia is freed, then she and Virei'tus destroy the Four Hunters and him, though what comes after is just as scary; doing so ends our world. It's a no-win situation..."

 

"Which world, The Void, or our world?"

 

"Unless you own invisible currency, I don't think that's possible."
Pause.
"But metaphorically, no, you didn't, I'm not even a mercenary."

 

"My home. Only a few minutes time between the end of the Hive Master and the end of our world."

 

"I see...well, maybe the group can save some draconians before the end."

 

"I'm just nervous... I've only ever seen my kind before."
The chain marks on her wrists are extremely bad... They're on her ankles too. They look like almost complete indentations, as if she was a mold. No wonder she wanted the staff to help her walk.

"I can only pray... Telling others is all I can do. I'm hopeless..."
Her feet shake, and she stumbles to the ground.
"Those chains..." She mutters.

 

I "Nod", before decending back into the ground.

 

Noticing this, I check my pockets.
Katie still has my rag.
I sigh.
"Sorry, that I can't help you with that."
I gesture to her marks.

 

"I'll survive. I'll find a way to keep up... Somehow."

 

"Good. A greeting then a death in the same cycle of the sun is not at all fun."
I smile.

 

"Heh... Makes me feel old. I can't remember how old I am. If the Chosen One is alive, then I'm..."
She looks shocked, losing her balance.
"Hell, I'm an Ancient."

 

"Don't feel old. I don't even know exactly how old I am, and I don't even have double digits on my years."

 

"I have six." She mutters. "I think I can feel old and not be at a fault."

 

"Fair enough."
I comment.