Post by Alessandro Darko on Sept 27, 2009 4:17:18 GMT -5
A fiery glow ravaged the steel gray irises of Alessandro Darko as he sat atop the Astronomy Tower. It had been quite some time since his revival, and now he sat atop the place which had led to his untimely demise, so-to-speak. Looking down over the edge, he was sequestered by his thoughts, memories of the events that played out, step-by-step, until he plowed forth desperately trying to save a one Keaira O’Connell. His glowing eyes traveled down the long expanse from where he sat, seeing a semi-translucent image of himself (a product of his mind’s eye) falling to his doom. Then, by some miraculous, extraneous force, a beautiful ignition of fire exploded before him down below, transmuting his physical being into ash, and his deeper self into pure elemental energy, whisking him far past the great beyond….to a place more lonely than death itself.
The fiery glow weakened, and then faded completely from his eyes, leaving behind two wide, glassy spheres of grey with a tight ringlet of green hugging the pupils. Blinking once, then twice, he took a sharp breath of air as he realized where he was.\
[blue]I know I wasn’t supposed to die that night….but why does it feel like I did? Am I destined to forever feel this…emptiness? Or is that the spell of the Dementors?[/blue] He thought with contempt as his glare singed the treetops of the Dark Woods. It was getting harder and harder to overcome the feelings of doom and gloom as the power of the Dementors seemingly got stronger each passing night. Alessandro could feel their despair snaking its way through the corridors, affecting the students one by one. It had been some time since he heard laughter in the school. Usually the Great Hall is chock-full of rowdy students, their voices raised as well as their spirits, but now, mealtimes sounded more like a prison cafeteria, the only banter present was the hum-drum noise of students talking in monotone and saddened voices. It was all very depressing. Even the professors were affected. What Alessandro didn’t understand was why on earth hadn’t the headmistress and her staff done anything about it? There were Ministry officials here now, that Priscilla Plumtree, and Thornelius Stockholm -- but they were about as helpful as grindylows were to merpeople.
Producing his wand from within his robes, he swished, and flicked with the Patronus incantation. It took all he had to produce his patronus, but it was worth it. Its silvery light drove off the darkness threatening to consume him and made him feel safer…warmer even. The silvery phoenix circled the tower once before landing next to him, emanating it’s light. He wasn’t terribly worried about getting caught up there tonight. There were far greater things at stake to worry about.
Like, why had he not encountered a vision as of late. It seemed that he was incompletely reconstituted, but little did he know that his seer gift (due to its’ separate magical nature, being a gift passed on from his father’s lineage) had somehow been ripped away from him as his body was burnt to cinders. Luckily for him, it hadn’t strayed too far, nor in the wrong hands…or, eyes. Caitlin Collins had been the lucky individual to intercept his magical talents-- a fact that allowed her to somehow catch glimpses of him in his fiery world and form. It would only be a matter of time before the ability was set back to the originator, but as Alessandro did not know this, it worried him. Being without his sneak preview talents made him feel weak and unprepared for whatever was to come, and he felt paranoid that perhaps whatever had claimed him was of a dark nature. He had been fooled before when the mage masqueraded about in the Forbidden Forest as the young maiden Vanessa, when he was having his Maleficus Obscurum troubles.
Those were the days… He thought sarcastically as seemingly nothing has gotten better. Only worse. The love of his life was now too far from his heart to even think twice about going back, only to be tangled up with the worst ally he could think of. The only thing that was inside of him was twisted metal, metal that once tried to kill him in an abandoned corridor…though, as Alessandro recalled, it was probably more his fault than Zane’s, that the events that played out even occurred. Well…thanks to his fractured psyche, to be specific.
Dark Phoenix was a devious and ingenious woman…thing….mage. Whatever she was. She had orchestrated so much pain and misery for the Lightfighters, it was uncanny. D’rorah. She had suffered at the hand of Dark Phoenix the most, having her family assassinated in front of her very eyes. Only to be tracked and tortured mercilessly by cruel and misguided, but controlled hands. Dylan had suffered the same through Zane, being set aflame and cut by someone they called an ally.
He wanted to strike so badly. The hot, angry fire that was burning quite prevalently through his body was almost taking control of him, but he forced himself to stay put. All he had to do was to light the entire forest up. Then where would she and her minions have to hide? It didn’t sound like such a bad idea at all. He would eradicate a place that has been known to harbor dangerous things for decades. With the forest gone, the dementors would have no place to hide, no sanctuary. The ministry would swoop in so quickly and take them back to Azkaban. The portal (wherever that may be) to the Shadow Realm would have been blatantly discovered as well. The more Alessandro thought about it, the more it sounded like a great idea. Although Alessandro was a bright, young lad, he was not clearly seeing that his altruistic deeds (only yet carried out in his head) were not solely altruism, but more inspired by the need for retribution.
He was standing now, facing the forest with an offensive stance, his patronus fading quickly. His eyes were glowing like hot embers, burning with his fiery elemental powers, begging him to let go so that his flames could destroy that which could be eventually reborn. Just like him.
(ooc: if anyone want's to jump in, this thread is open. I originally wrote it as a one-shot, but I guess it could go somewhere.)
The fiery glow weakened, and then faded completely from his eyes, leaving behind two wide, glassy spheres of grey with a tight ringlet of green hugging the pupils. Blinking once, then twice, he took a sharp breath of air as he realized where he was.\
[blue]I know I wasn’t supposed to die that night….but why does it feel like I did? Am I destined to forever feel this…emptiness? Or is that the spell of the Dementors?[/blue] He thought with contempt as his glare singed the treetops of the Dark Woods. It was getting harder and harder to overcome the feelings of doom and gloom as the power of the Dementors seemingly got stronger each passing night. Alessandro could feel their despair snaking its way through the corridors, affecting the students one by one. It had been some time since he heard laughter in the school. Usually the Great Hall is chock-full of rowdy students, their voices raised as well as their spirits, but now, mealtimes sounded more like a prison cafeteria, the only banter present was the hum-drum noise of students talking in monotone and saddened voices. It was all very depressing. Even the professors were affected. What Alessandro didn’t understand was why on earth hadn’t the headmistress and her staff done anything about it? There were Ministry officials here now, that Priscilla Plumtree, and Thornelius Stockholm -- but they were about as helpful as grindylows were to merpeople.
Producing his wand from within his robes, he swished, and flicked with the Patronus incantation. It took all he had to produce his patronus, but it was worth it. Its silvery light drove off the darkness threatening to consume him and made him feel safer…warmer even. The silvery phoenix circled the tower once before landing next to him, emanating it’s light. He wasn’t terribly worried about getting caught up there tonight. There were far greater things at stake to worry about.
Like, why had he not encountered a vision as of late. It seemed that he was incompletely reconstituted, but little did he know that his seer gift (due to its’ separate magical nature, being a gift passed on from his father’s lineage) had somehow been ripped away from him as his body was burnt to cinders. Luckily for him, it hadn’t strayed too far, nor in the wrong hands…or, eyes. Caitlin Collins had been the lucky individual to intercept his magical talents-- a fact that allowed her to somehow catch glimpses of him in his fiery world and form. It would only be a matter of time before the ability was set back to the originator, but as Alessandro did not know this, it worried him. Being without his sneak preview talents made him feel weak and unprepared for whatever was to come, and he felt paranoid that perhaps whatever had claimed him was of a dark nature. He had been fooled before when the mage masqueraded about in the Forbidden Forest as the young maiden Vanessa, when he was having his Maleficus Obscurum troubles.
Those were the days… He thought sarcastically as seemingly nothing has gotten better. Only worse. The love of his life was now too far from his heart to even think twice about going back, only to be tangled up with the worst ally he could think of. The only thing that was inside of him was twisted metal, metal that once tried to kill him in an abandoned corridor…though, as Alessandro recalled, it was probably more his fault than Zane’s, that the events that played out even occurred. Well…thanks to his fractured psyche, to be specific.
Dark Phoenix was a devious and ingenious woman…thing….mage. Whatever she was. She had orchestrated so much pain and misery for the Lightfighters, it was uncanny. D’rorah. She had suffered at the hand of Dark Phoenix the most, having her family assassinated in front of her very eyes. Only to be tracked and tortured mercilessly by cruel and misguided, but controlled hands. Dylan had suffered the same through Zane, being set aflame and cut by someone they called an ally.
He wanted to strike so badly. The hot, angry fire that was burning quite prevalently through his body was almost taking control of him, but he forced himself to stay put. All he had to do was to light the entire forest up. Then where would she and her minions have to hide? It didn’t sound like such a bad idea at all. He would eradicate a place that has been known to harbor dangerous things for decades. With the forest gone, the dementors would have no place to hide, no sanctuary. The ministry would swoop in so quickly and take them back to Azkaban. The portal (wherever that may be) to the Shadow Realm would have been blatantly discovered as well. The more Alessandro thought about it, the more it sounded like a great idea. Although Alessandro was a bright, young lad, he was not clearly seeing that his altruistic deeds (only yet carried out in his head) were not solely altruism, but more inspired by the need for retribution.
He was standing now, facing the forest with an offensive stance, his patronus fading quickly. His eyes were glowing like hot embers, burning with his fiery elemental powers, begging him to let go so that his flames could destroy that which could be eventually reborn. Just like him.
(ooc: if anyone want's to jump in, this thread is open. I originally wrote it as a one-shot, but I guess it could go somewhere.)
