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year 5, quarter 3
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The morning that i was born again i was made into a beast
Ultimecia laughed. "Believe what you will," she said as she sauntered away from both the boy and his toys. She turned to him her cold smile hanging as motionless as a puppet's. She looked him over again before closing her eyes and smelling his magic once more. Yes. It needed possessed somehow, perhaps, desperation. "Ageless? Do you claim that time means nothing to you? Starting. Stopping. Continuing. Finishing. Nothing matters then since you have time on your side?" A ball of fire appeared in her hand as she surveyed the room. "Then it would mean nothing to create this all again?"
But she waved the magic from her hands as she laughed again. "There are others who would not cast the promise of eternity away so flippantly." She studied her talons instead of looking at the boy. It wasn't like she couldn't find some other useless soul to infest with her consciousness. As for the boy, he would either come around or be destroyed in the end. She had no use for things that did not bend to her will. She turned from him again feeling the darkness of the forest the small hut was in. Should she hunt down that source again? She opened the door to the hut and walked out closing the door with the wave of her hand.
Kuja tensed at her laugh -- at her hard dismissal. Those were not words of persuasion. They were, in fact, the opposite. He glanced over his shoulder to see her standing behind him with her eyes closed, seemingly relishing something. Was she simply toying with him? It seemed unlikely, and his stomach sank at the implications.
Whether she could grant him immortality or not, she believed in her power wholeheartedly.
His mouth felt suddenly dry. Stopping. Continuing. Finishing. He didn’t care about his work or her threat against it. There were only those words and the weight behind them. Had she some link to his mind? Had she a kind of telepathy that he couldn’t detect? But no, if she’d known him so implicitly, she’d have chosen her threats as accurately as her taunts. What would he do to not be bound by time? His fingers bit into the palm of his hand. She was serious. She had to be, and if she was capable of such a thing…
”There are others who would not cast the promise of eternity away so flippantly.”
”What?” Kuja spun back to her, but now she was the one to turn away. Cast it aside? Was that what he had done? His heart raced with something cold and fearful. She was walking away. Walking and leaving him, and only seconds from teleporting away. He took a step forward then quickly stopped. What was he supposed to do? Call after her? Plead with her? Lower himself to submission? She couldn’t be trusted -- that was obvious -- and yet he felt the opportunity slipping from him like water through a sieve.
What he wouldn’t have done for time to think.
”Wait!” His head spun as he reached out to her. What was he doing?”You promised eternity. What did you mean?” His heart beat hard in his throat. Would she turn again to face him? Did he want her to? ”Could you really…?”
The morning that i was born again i was made into a beast
Ultimecia had almost vanished into the ether of the forest when the boy called out to her. She stopped letting her wings slow from the force she was about to consume. She smiled as she stood her back still to him in the doorway and reached her hand up to gesticulate. "How quickly minds change when time slips away from them," she mused opening her eyes and peering out into the darkness of the forest. The smell of the magic fog and the that deep dank darkness provided a plethora of other things to think about than the boy at the moment, but perhaps he could prove his use more so than with his silly little puppets.
"Time is just as malleable as any other force of nature," she said still not turning around to meet his eyes. "One with strong enough will can take it in their grasp and do as they please with it." She was stretching her words a bit too far. True she could slow the passing time or rapidly move it, but to alter the past or the future required the ever elusive compression or the ability to junction her mind to another witch. Ultimecia shook her head as she finally turned to face the boy down again her smile cold and plastered on like an unnatural add on to her visage.
"To make time irrelevant for you is well within my grasp," she teased as she walked back into the shack. Ultimecia walked past Kuja back to where the dolls were and the thought to destroy them all still weighed heavy on her mind. They would be such useless distractions if the boy was swayed to be her knight, but she stilled the thought. She needed to deal with him now. "Magic exacts a toll that some find too high a price," she mused as she rubbed her hand across the runes she had seen lit before.
Ultimecia sauntered back over to Kuja before taking a talon to his neck and lightly scraping up under his chin to have him look up at her. "To have the power's of a witch, one must be one with the witch. A bond must be formed. A Sorceress' Knight. A teacher and pupil. A lover. A vision of hope to the lost. It matters not as long the bond is true." She let go of his chin and walked a few paces away her back still to him. "Would you pay such a price?"
Hahaha. Ultimecia's known for honesty and negotiations, right?
Why should the world exist without me?
She stopped.
She knew that she had him at her fingertips, and he felt his fist clench at her arrogance. She was toying with him. She saw him as nothing more than a puppet on her strings -- he knew because he would have done the same. Mocking words. Promises dangled on a hair’s breath. She had the power here and she knew it. They both did.
’The irrelevance of time.’ It was a reward long promised and cruelly snatched away. Time had always been his enemy -- first in his irrelevance then in his purpose and finally in his death. Every moment had been a fight against time, and now she held the key in its ultimate defeat. He longed to strike her down and seize it for himself.
She approached him. He tensed with every step until their bodies nearly touched and he felt her breath hot on his cheek. He averted his gaze, refusing to consider her predatory eyes or the glisten of her lips lacquered as though in blood. Nails bit into the side of his neck. They trailed up slowly until they found his chin and forced it towards her.
Yellow eyes burned into his. He could not break their grasp.
’The power of a witch.’ ‘A bond formed.’ These were words echoed through a hall of mirrors. He felt them catch on his breath. He felt his throat tighten. There was no need for magic. The threat was implicit. He was nothing more than an object to be possessed. He could not pull away.
And just as he thought the moment would last forever, it ended.
He grasped at his throat, staggering back as his breath returned. She had already turned from him, and for once he was grateful. His facade had shattered along with his dignity. He did not need her eyes on him now.
”Would you pay such a price?”
He glanced to her, eyes burning his indignation. Pupil, lover, lost. All lies. Theirs would not be a bond of equals but rather of master and slave. Her true meaning wasn’t lost on him.
Would he sell his soul for his life? He knew the question all too well.
”My body is ageless,” he muttered. ”I was given life as I am. My creator…” The word soured on his tongue. ”Cursed me to die. My body is set to stop. Within the year, I think.” He turned to her of his own will. His mask had thickened and cooled. ”How am I to know you wouldn’t break me as you did my puppets?”
The morning that i was born again i was made into a beast
Ultimecia closed her eyes as the boy began to speak again. He lamented his own fragility again and she thought of reaching through his chest and plucking his heart out to free him his worry now, and to free her from this endless circle of debate. What a waste of perfectly usable magic though. Her eyes fluttered open and paws dug, scratching into the wood floor of the hut with her irritation. If there was one boy with magic, there could be possible others in this world as well. She would just need to pick up their scent and track them down, but why let go prey that she had already cornered. Her patience wearing thing she did not turn back to the boy. Instead she just told him what she thought he already knew with a smile, "You don't."
Ultimecia once more crossed the room to the door before standing in the frame. "There is magic in these woods beyond your simple operation," she said opening the door and letting the mist roll through the room. She took the sight in before she inhaled deeply letting the sinister lurking darkness fill her and cause her blood to tingle with excitement at the possibilities. It tasted so foreign, so new, and so potent. She twirled her talons through the air as she tried to pinpoint its location once more again with to no avail. It felt every where and nowhere at once. A part of nature and something alien. She took a step forward before calling over her shoulder. "A knight would come with me to find the source if they valued time," Another step and a warning. "For others, they will find their time cut short if they stand in the way." And with that Ultimecia began to walk towards the trees.
Her answer was blunt. Obvious. Even as she tried to sway him, it seemed he wasn’t worth honeyed words or whispered lies. Her plain disinterest struck him like a slap across his cheek. She did not care for him -- not even as an object. Then why had she bothered to cast her strings?
She turned away.
Magic in these woods? He didn’t know what she spoke of (they were in a desert after all) but he could guess. The Headstone Forest. It had piqued his interest as well, and as she opened another dark portal, he knew in an instant where it led. Mist. It leaked from the darkness and enveloped them both in its chilling embrace. The implications struck him as cold as the Mist itself. She could teleport that far in an instant? Not even Garland could manage such a thing, and if she was so capable…
She stepped towards it, and Kuja gave her a scrupulous look. A knight would follow her. A victim would not. Her meaning was obtuse but all too clear to those willing to parse it. Follow her and be subjugated. Stay and face her wrath down the line. Kuja opened his mouth to demand clarification, but she was already walking away.
He understood then why she hadn’t bothered to sway him. She’d already twisted him around her finger.
She gave him no time to think. The portal enveloped her like a shroud, and it would close shortly after. Should he step inside, he could not return. He would leave his lair, his dragon, his life behind all for a veiled promise that he couldn’t trust. Yet as she disappeared within the shadows, he knew it had never been a question at all. Not really.
He followed behind her. What she promised would not be promised again.
Her magic chilled him. There was no deconstruction, no sense of vertigo. Instead, there was only darkness and then light. His boots sank into moist ground. Trees surrounded him in twisted knots. He smelled the Mist before he saw it -- cold and thick and sour. He could almost taste it on his tongue, and he felt its usual intrusion as it enveloped him. The dregs of souls in search of a vessel. He shuddered.
