Post by eramemory on Sept 2, 2009 22:36:26 GMT -5
The gate opened.
Era Memory stepped through, right in the middle of enemy territory. Which wasn't as ominous as it sounded, considering the fact that perhaps every single place on earth (and not) were arguably enemy territory to him.How did the saying go again? He who has not enemies is not worthy.
The man moved swiftly, briskly; his footsteps light-sounding and without pause. Just another place. Just another danger zone. He reassured himself, eyes darting nervously at every flickering shadow, as though afraid one would jump up at him. Just another place...with only slightly more monsters that would love to eat me for lunch. And in one of the suites of the top Espada, no less.
Why was he here? He had, invariably, he supposed, caught wind of the rumors of Aizen's revival... with the aid of blades unnatural and powerful. Blades, long ago, once melded from the very elements of the world itself, bearing destruction, bearing salvation. Indeed, everyone else had been stirred into a frenzy, looking for the remaining blades in hope of defeating Aizen. Era himself found that near-impossible; a creature like that, now promoted to the status of a God, one who had even without the blades in the past defeated so many a Captains? A remnant of pain in his heart throbbed, but he pushed that away. Now was no time for trivialties like his wounds and his past.
Era walked into the room scanning it all around. He took a look out of an opening- not a window; for it was no more than a small hole. High. He was high up, and the whole of the world of Hollows lay before him. That very scene terrified him; even more than he had been so many years ago, when he was but a youngling. He shut his eyes- fear needed to be stilled here. He would need every ounce of wit to pull this off.
The people were probably fighting the lives away on the mountains in Soul Society and Earth, hoping for the clue to be right. But there was another point- had they forgotten?- there was another point that was tall and saw all. One that lay forgotten.
And it was here.
It was a risky gamble, and the betting chip would be his life. But there was little choice. He could not hope for Aizen to be defeated, but at least he could prevent him from attaining the ultimate power- Mokushi. Hide the sword of death, preventing the horrendous pair to ever be completed. He shivered, though there was no wind. This would surely end in nothing good. Breifly he entertained the thought of handing it to the Gotei 13; after all, with Retsu Unohanna in charge...no. He shook his head. The power was too much for any one individual to wield, even for one such as her. Power corrupts. The sword of death must disappear; and him with it...
Even if it was in death itself.
Era Memory stepped through, right in the middle of enemy territory. Which wasn't as ominous as it sounded, considering the fact that perhaps every single place on earth (and not) were arguably enemy territory to him.How did the saying go again? He who has not enemies is not worthy.
The man moved swiftly, briskly; his footsteps light-sounding and without pause. Just another place. Just another danger zone. He reassured himself, eyes darting nervously at every flickering shadow, as though afraid one would jump up at him. Just another place...with only slightly more monsters that would love to eat me for lunch. And in one of the suites of the top Espada, no less.
Why was he here? He had, invariably, he supposed, caught wind of the rumors of Aizen's revival... with the aid of blades unnatural and powerful. Blades, long ago, once melded from the very elements of the world itself, bearing destruction, bearing salvation. Indeed, everyone else had been stirred into a frenzy, looking for the remaining blades in hope of defeating Aizen. Era himself found that near-impossible; a creature like that, now promoted to the status of a God, one who had even without the blades in the past defeated so many a Captains? A remnant of pain in his heart throbbed, but he pushed that away. Now was no time for trivialties like his wounds and his past.
Era walked into the room scanning it all around. He took a look out of an opening- not a window; for it was no more than a small hole. High. He was high up, and the whole of the world of Hollows lay before him. That very scene terrified him; even more than he had been so many years ago, when he was but a youngling. He shut his eyes- fear needed to be stilled here. He would need every ounce of wit to pull this off.
The people were probably fighting the lives away on the mountains in Soul Society and Earth, hoping for the clue to be right. But there was another point- had they forgotten?- there was another point that was tall and saw all. One that lay forgotten.
And it was here.
It was a risky gamble, and the betting chip would be his life. But there was little choice. He could not hope for Aizen to be defeated, but at least he could prevent him from attaining the ultimate power- Mokushi. Hide the sword of death, preventing the horrendous pair to ever be completed. He shivered, though there was no wind. This would surely end in nothing good. Breifly he entertained the thought of handing it to the Gotei 13; after all, with Retsu Unohanna in charge...no. He shook his head. The power was too much for any one individual to wield, even for one such as her. Power corrupts. The sword of death must disappear; and him with it...
Even if it was in death itself.