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Migration [Quincy Arc Part I]
Sun Oct 09, 2016 5:54 pm
ENTER THE DEPTHS
Artist: Mogeko Castle - Song: N/A - Word Count: N/A
”..Elect what are your orders?”
The soft voice of an uncertain child echoed besides a female who’s white hair was covered in snowflakes. Each one unique, each one melting when they came in contact with her body heat. Her eyes which shone like mercury scrutinized the landscape in front of her. She knew what the child was asking. It wasn’t this child’s way of showing respect no. . With such a wavering voice and a diminutive stature, the child was afraid. This child knew that the quincy no longer could call antarctica it’s home. That had been taken away from them, they were cast out when the kokuryuteshi had come knocking. She often thought of it with disdain, her previous leaders had such an elitist outlook. They wished to rule but not truly understand those below them. It had taken her many years to figure it out, it wasn’t the leader that made the vandenreich what it was, no it was each and every one of it’s members. Which was why the woman who was known by many to be made out of a block of ice, turned around and put a hand gently on the child’s head and bent down.
Her heel’s resting against her rear, white skirts floating out without touching the ground. She gazed up into this child’s blue eyes, searching them with the gentlest of smiles on her face. She’d stroke their head and as she did she manipulated the very reishi in the air and injected three concepts into it. She pictured the ground blooming, the snow melting away and flowers dotting the landscape. This was summed up in three simple commands. Nourish, Heat, Bloom in combination it allowed the flowers nourished by reishi to bloom proudly while the female had finally said to the child in a gentle tone, her voice a mere whisper in their own bubble of calm.
”..Worry not child, while we are homeless we will find a new home soon. Do not be afraid, we are alright. The quincies are strong. We will move on.”
With her words said and the child’s expression turning from one of uncertainty to calm certainty, had nodded while niflheim patted them on the head and gracefully rose back to her full height. Her mind was a storm of thoughts. Where would they go? It was one thing to comfort an uneasy child. But she had to make results, she couldn’t leave her people hiding within the caverns and the hidden camps she had until now been using scattered across antarctica. They had gotten everything they could, from these wonderfully barren and snow-filled lands. Hence now the quincies or what was left had begun showing up from the snow that drifted lightly across the meadow that had been created by the elect. They came as a few at first but eventually? It was hundreds. Then it was thousands, they all had appeared simply because the elect had called them, and then the elect had paused and exhaled, she turned around and she had paused collecting herself, and her thoughts, her eyes peering into the crowd, and what did she see?
She saw people with families, kids that hung off their mothers. Fathers that couldn’t help but worry for their families. She could feel the familiar weight settle on her shoulders. The immense crushing weight of what she had to do. But she would not shirk her duty, instead with her chest out, her back straight and her steely eyes glancing straight ahead she addressed the crowd. Her pure white hair billowing out as a sudden gust whipped through the little green meadow.
”..I will not lie to you, we have no home. We are once again cast adrift as the world is ever changing. We can no longer hide in the shadows, as hiding in the caverns, hiding in camps is not befitting of our people. We will stand strong, as we do, do not look back at the past. Instead hold your eyes expectantly towards the future. For our path is determined, we move on from what once bound us to old laws and what we gain? It is something new, something precious. I promise to each and every one of you. We will be okay, we will not be homeless forever, And once we find this place in which we belong we will let the world that looked down on us know. We are here. We are not going anywhere anytime soon, and that we are not weak”
Niflheim stopped and a silence settled over the crowd, she looked over them and slowly she could feel the ache that had been in her chest beginning to subside. They would Succeed, because there simply was no room for failure anymore. Hence as she exhaled she turned to glance out into the snow and searching. Because she had to make sure this occurred as smoothly as possible. As this would not be easy, there would be perils, there would be hardship. The only thing she did not know was when they would settle down, but then again, she knew. Things would work out.
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