Post by Sophia Lock on Feb 18, 2012 3:19:20 GMT -5
As a quick forward, this journal is more of a short story detailing the past 50 years of Sophia's life. I know what you're thinking. Fifty years?! How can she still be in her late 20s? Well that's what this journal will be describing. Every now and then I will release part of the story as it is unveiled in her own plots. So enjoy!
Zoidberg out!
Zoidberg out!
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,380,true][atrb=background,http://i.imgur.com/sLbGu.jpg][atrb=style,color: #535353; border-radius: 0px 25px 25px 0px; box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #cccccc; -webkit-box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #cccccc; -moz-box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #cccccc;] WE'RE TRAPPED INSIDE SCREAMING WON'T SOMEBODY GET ME OUT  Is this death? It feels so cold, so lonely. The mage wondered to herself. It could have been death. She was alone, floating in an empty void. Colors, sound, warmth, nothing but Sophia and the flow of magic existed in this realm. Yet it was not death. She still had a pulse, still drew air into her lungs, her stomach still growled in hunger. Even without the food to sedate her hunger, Sophia would soon find herself satisfied. Magic was her food, her water, and her air now. That was all that existed here, and that's all Sophia was. Magic. Crystal blue eyes scanned the void about her, searching for something, anything to dash away her loneliness. But she was searching for far more then simple companionship. She was missing something, and she could not find it. Somewhere it was here, if only she could remember what it was or where she left it, then perhaps the Bibliophile could find it. Using the floating energy around her, Sophia reached out. She could feel things in the distance with the magic. It was many things, yet at the same time one. Thousands of things bound together by one common thread. Curiosity took the woman over. She could not help but dive further into it, searching for answers. What was this? What was she missing? Where was she? Hours lapsed of desperate searching, and Sophia had no results. She could not find the thread, the binding between it all. Yet the binding found the Bibliophile. "You." A deep voice rumbled inside of Sophia's mind. Unaware of the telepathic voice, Sophia desperately looked around. Trying to find the source. But all her crystal blue eyes saw was the thousands of objects within the distance. "You are not supposed to be here. You have broken your oath." "Who are you? What am I doing here?" Sophia shouted out loud, slowly the fear of the unknown began to set in. Soon the Bibliophile would find answers, but perhaps remaining oblivious would have been best. "This is your prison, this is your life. Time nor death will touch you here, my child. Yet you soon will wish it could." ( THE CREDITS ) YOU HAVE THE SHIELD, I'LL TAKE THE SWORD. lyrics from the shield & the sword by clare maguire coded by rain from on the edge! |