7th of Summer, 512 AV
Two days passed without thought, without wonder or contemplation. Two days... lost in the darkness of stilled time, trapped in the endless void that was eternity. So it was, and so had Evalin remained. Now it had come to pass that the immortal's eyes opened as they has countless times before, for the first time. About her the silence echoed, pressing upon the throbbing skull of this tiny figure that lay splayed out upon the cold stones of a long forgotten lab deep within the twisting corridors of Ravok's streets.
Eyes of the deepest crimsons spoke of the ravenous soul that dwelled within this grayed skin and stiff bones. Slowly, with much concentration and furrowed brow a hand was lifted... a tiny hand with skin soft as a new born, though as pale as death itself. This hand curled and uncurled once, twice, thrice, and finally those eyes of blood turned to gaze upward at the darkened ceiling above. It seemed to her, this immortal who had grown so used to the space over the many years, that the distance from floor to darkened stones had increased significantly... yet that was to be expected, no?
A soft hiss escaped deadened lips as they curled up to reveal perfect teeth and blackened tongue, and that tiny hand that curled to a fist now reached over, shoving this lack luster form so that it rolled on one side. Her teeth gritted against one another as stiffened muscles and locked joints echoed out in protest as she rose slowly to hands and knees, locks of raven black falling to either side, "Be damned for it never grows easier. Curse this pitiable mortal bodies for growing week and strained with the passage of time."
The voice was soft, barely above a whisper and it scratched and gurgled from misuse. A cough called forth a heave from that chest as the girl ducked her head, spitting out a wad of blackened mucus and clotted blood, "The stupid child... she screamed so much she tore her throat to shreds." Another rasping cough quickly followed and once more the floor was smeared with the poor child's last screams of mercy and fear. Shaking her head slowly, Evalin groaned and straightened a back that refused to bend without great effort. A single hand moved to brush aside the splayed and dirtied locks of hair so that her eyes could see clearly the hidden chamber in which she resided. This was, in fact, the old residence of her creator. The man cloaked in darkness, the great deceiver. He who would, one day, be engulfed by the flames of her vengeance. The man known as Rayage...
But such needless wonderings were but a trifle as of now, for even as she gazed haplessly about the small space the girl could fill the burning pulse within her mind. A thundering river that spoke of the craving that drove her to stand fully to her feet and walk to the desk where sat her staff and a simple necklace from which hung a glittering sapphire of ice. Absently the immortal noticed that the height of the desk was considerable, and she only just saw over its edge to where the necklace sat. This was just a passing thought, however, and as quick as it had come it had past from further contemplation. Tiny fingers wrapped about the chilled gem, and hands stiffened with time worked the chain over her head and about her neck, letting the gem settle upon her chest. With one finger the girl stroked the smooth surface, whispering soft words in an almost loving tone, "My dear, dear Tsenrika... Have you fallen to a deep slumber whilst I was away?"
All was quite for a short span of time as a cold presence stirred to press against the consciousness of the child who held the gem, I slumber not... Merely do I wait in patient stagnation for my master to return.
This brought a smile to Evalin's lips as she brought the icy stone before her eyes, "Be that so...? Never would I have imagined you to be such with me, yet I find more surprises escape your lips than even words riddled with twisted logic." To this the stone remained silent, and so Evalin continued, "Our time within the confines of this retched city have come to a close. Let us be off, but first..." Evalin stroked a finger down the stones surface, "We must sever the bonds once again."
To this the stone replied, Be it ever so...
Letting the thought speaking gem rest upon her chest onc emore the girl's hand moved to collect the staff and cloak which lay where she had left them upon the desk, but a thought stopped the motion and a thin smile curled those lips into a sneer, "Now now... We mustn't cary such things yet. Never has there been a child to wield such devices when returning home from a short absence." Pulling back the hand that had ventured forward the girl tossed back that greased hair of black and turned crimsons eyes to the door, "Come then Tsenrika. Let us visit dear mother and father one... last... time."
A rasping chuckle issued over that blacked tongue as this child like specter, this demon caged within flesh and blonde strode from the hidden entrance of the lab into the streets of Ravok.
