The Awakening

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Nalya

Lone W0lf
The Beginning of the End


Time has passed and it has been most unkind to the realm of Ayenee.

Most of the land has been covered by "The Grey", a thick fog that sucks the life and color from the lands. No one truly knows where "The Grey" came from, if it is nature turned cold and callous, or some form of dark magik wielded by an unknown evil source.

There is hope though! There are small pockets of the realm not yet claimed by the Grey, where the magik of light holds the darkness at bay. A few hidden valleys and the great tower in the middle of Ayenee capital are a few of these places.

There are beings of magik, tribes of forgotten people, bands of warriors and creatures born only under the moon and sun of this land, these few who survived the great battles that once tore the lands apart now try to put right the realm. But just as some good has survived, so has evil. To awaken Ayenee will not be easy, it will not be without pain, loss or battle, it will be a struggle, but one well worth it.

So gather your strength, your nerve and your love of Ayenee and follow into the mêlée to awaken this great land once more!!​

~SinFul Feline~​

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THE AWAKENING​

She lays curled up upon the dew soaked leaves. Her body shivers as her moistened skin glistens form the caressing rays of the morning sun. Eye lids quiver as dreams bombard her mind of times past, her body springs up right and her eyes open wide and lay upon her unfamiliar surroundings. Her hand reaches up to her forehead and brushes away the few strands of hair which lay across her sweat soaked brow.

"It was just a dream Nalya, yes just a dream."

Pulling herself together she slowly rises to her feet and looks about the area trying to grasp memories of what led her to this place. Her mind is a blank and she realizes she has not a clue how she ended up here. Another day begins just like so many before this one where she cannot recall the previous days.

"What is wrong with me she asks herself. Why can I not remember one day to the next. "


How long has she been wandering around not remembering how she came to be here in this unfamiliar forest.
 
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From it’s perch on a wide limb that stretches out over the small glen of fallen leaves where the woman below awakens, a flash of two electric blue lights blink in the morning suns shadowy flora. With stealth for which this creature is known for, the small form uncurls, muscles stretch, back arching, nails dig into the thin bark and the large bushy tail twitches back and forth, fanning a little life into the closest leaves, some of which release from the tree and float lazily down to the ground below. With a wide yawn, revealing a mouth full of sharp little white teeth, the cat, ink black but for a tiny spot of red on the tip of its plush tail,steps along the branch tell the sun’s rays fall upon its form. Head tilted a smile of feline kind upon its lips; it gazes down upon the woman and speaks in a feminine purred tone.

How do you know that there is something to remember…Mmmm…Perhaps this is but a dream and in dreams memories are like stones tossed into water….

Having spoken its thoughts, it sits down upon its haunches and lazily cleans its front right paw.
 
Not yet noticing the creature which lay perched within the tree branch over her head Nalya brushes the leaves and dirt off her clothes. Taking a few steps she slowly makes way to a large oak tree which has been over taken with brush n vines. Within the entangled foliage she sees a wooden plaque nailed onto the large tree's truck. Grasping at the vines she pulls them back to reveal the words chizled within the wood. There there is put one single one word

"AYENEE"

The word passes over her parched lips with ease.
Eyes gaze onto this word which, for some unknown reason, causes her senses to stir. Raising her right hand to her brow finger tips push gently against her temple for suddenly her head has grown dizzy and the sight of the word which lays within the wood feels as if it is burning right into her eyes.

She drops the wood plaque and stumbles backward then falls downward onto the dew soaked leaves.

"Ayenee?"
 
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Pausing in its ritual of cleaning sleek fur, the feline’s brow arches up at the same time the paw lowers. The small body turns and with the great balance only a feline can obtain, it leans forward to seek a better view of the woman and what ever it might be that she once held, but dropped and sent her sprawling back in what the feline perceives to be a swooning state.

Mmmm…Yes, yes, like stones in water…Unseen tell one trips over it….

Tails twitching, all the while, the electric blue eyes seem to spark with lightening as the sun touches them; the feline reads the board out loud, in a matter of fact tone.

“Ayenee…A waking dream, dreamed by those who sleep…Always full of light so blindly bright and darkness so utterly deep.”

Once again the feline lifts the other paw and returns to its morning bath.
 
She hears a faint sound coming from above her head and just then some leaves flutter down from one paticular spot. Looking upward as she still sat upon the ground there she notices some sort of black furry creature with an unusual grin.

" You there!"

She calls up to what appears to be some sort of feline in the middle of bathing it's self.

What are you doing there and what sort of gibberish are you speaking?

She suddenly remembers there was once a place where "all things were possible" and then it hits her.....................that place was called "Ayenee". How did this out of no where pop into her head, and why was it the cat that brought that memory to the surface? So confused she had become and no one about to ask a question to, well, no one but the smiling Cat that is.
 
The feline lazily finishes its bath of one paw before glancing down ward to the woman. A sparkle in its eyes and a grin almost fully formed upon its lips.

Yes, yes, Me here…

With a grand swish of its rather large bushy tail, the feline seems to vanish into thin air, only to reappear sitting upright on the fallen sign.

“Me here as well….Is there some where else I should be?..."

It raises one brow as a full grin forms upon its feline lips. Now any who have never seen a cat smile, may think that a feline only smirks when amused, but no not this feline. As the tale was once so widely known, feline creatures such as this one are the off spring of the Great Cheshire One, and a smile on this breed is as wide if not wider then the human grin!

This is Ayenee…..Where else would one such as me be? Down a rabbit hole? No, no, to much dirt, thank you very much…* It tilts its head to the left and regards her with a questioning gaze* Besides, then I would not be Da Cat of Ayenee…Now would I? …Mmmm…

She ignores the part about gibberish, for she thinks the Lady before her did not mean to insult the felines manor of speaking.
 
A horse is an elegant and graceful beast. A horse in armor...not so much...

A slow cadence of thud and clatter would announce his arrival into the clearing. The horse stopped and snorted. Seated upon the armored black charger was a knight in majestic silver colored armor. He silently stared down at the woman and feline gathered there in the small clearing. A blue lance in his left hand bore the banner of his order in a streaming silk flag that wafted in an unseen wind. A large sword hung on the knight's hip, a shield bearing the arms of his order upon the horse's flank.

His eyes shifted between the two, hidden in shadow by the greathelm that covered his face. "Hail." He said in a commanding timbre. He raised his right hand, his swordside hand, and waved once.
 
Still sitting on the ground she scoots off to the right further away from both the cat and this mysteries knight who just rode up.

"Hail?"

How does one respond to that she wondered. Raising her right hand upward just a tad she replies.

"Umm,...Hail.?"

She stands slowly unsure if either of the two will react to her rising to her feet. Thinking that she could probably take the cat but there was no way in heck she would measure up to this very large stranger sitting upon such a awesome beast.
 
Seemingly unfazed by either horse or gallant rider, the feline blinks slowly as its eyes trace over the beast and rider. But upon the word “Hail”, the felines eyes widen, it’s tail swishes over the dead leaves, causing a few to fly up then flutter down, before the bushy appendage curls around all but the head of the cat….

“Hail?...Hail!!! …O’no no …Hail is by far worse then rain!!”

With this said the feline vanishes into thin air, but its voice floats out from under the horse’s head.

“I distinctly remember that the weather was suppose to be sunshine with grey fog…Most definitely NOT hail!!”
 
The knight tilted his head at the reaction of the two. The horse snorted slightly when the feline suddenly disapeared.

"It's only a greeting. I mean you no harm." He then removed his helmet, revealing his face. The knight was a man with scars and lines earned well before their time. His features were strong and rugged. His skin was dark bronze, but his eyes were tawny and much akin to the rampant beast upon his heraldry.

"I am Sir Tyrtaeus of the White Lion. And you are?"
 
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Her eyes gazed over this regal man, his stature, you could see the strength within him, his courage as well as the many victories he accomplished. Finally standing she brushed the dirt from her tattered clothes.

"I am known as Nalya kind Sir. Are you from these parts?" she asked in a almost timid voice.

Then turning toward the unusual cat.

"And you there?"

She turns to lay her eyes upon the cat still sitting upon the sign.

"And who may you be?"


Her voice more calm as she spoke to the cat.

Then, as she continued to look to the cat her eyes lowered to the sign on which the cat sat. Her head begun to spin and flashes of the most unpleasant and unfamiliar images spun within her brain.

Piercing screams echoed within her head, visions of heads being chopped off and rolling onto the ground, blood gushing from missing limbs, as well as creatures that seemed to of risen from the depths of hell.

Her blood runs cold and all color drains from her face. She watches through blank eyes armies of many cultures and races all band together to fight a great war. It was The Clan Wars from times past, a least she thought it was from the past. Was she making all this up in her head? Did such a horrendous event actually take place?
 
From under the horses head the feline slowly fades back into sight. First the bright blue lightening like eyes, then the large bushy black tail with the touch of red on its tip, the tail swish’s forward toward where the felines head would be and as the tail travels back to rest behind it, the felines head and body once more become solid. It rises to all fours and with graceful steps it walks out from under the horses head back to the sign, flashing once more its odd grin to the Lady Nalya.

Yes, yes…Me here, we have established that already …have we not?

Turnings its odd gaze upon the knight, its tone one of light irritation.

Young man, please do not cry hail, when no hail is going to fall…Say what you mean and speak what you say…

The feline continues to speak out loud, but directs its words to none in particular.

Yes, that is what the nobles taught…Eh, but who Am I to judge? A simple feline? Tisk, once not so! A great feline was I..but now……
*The small cats eyes fill and a sadness has crept in to its tone*…Darkest dark and never any blinding light, I am but Swish with a once noble title… *One tear drops to wood below it’s paws*…How can there be a Great Cat of Ayenee, when there is no one left to remember me?!?
This said, the feline curls into a ball upon the wood and buries its head into its paws.
 
Tyrtaeus slipped his helmet back on and looked down at the sign whilst speaking. "Well met to the both of you. I am from west of here. That sign... This is the way toward the scorched lands? Ayenee?"

The horse began to canter in place, perhaps picking up on the excitement of it's rider. Tyrtaeus spoke his words with swift command. "I seek a beast. A greater demon with one eye. A creature of such size would be hard to miss. Where might I find it?"
 
Looking to the feline just as a single tear appeared at the corner of it's eye she felt compelled to rush over and swoop the cat up into her arms. Stepping closer to the cat her arms reached out as she knelt to one knee.

"There there little one."


Her left hand reached closer and stroked along the soft fur of the feline's head.

"Do not be sad, I am sure there are many out there who know who you are and if I could remember what was I probably knew you as well. But alas my dear, I have no memory of times past."


Standing straight up once again she turned to the knight upon the noble beast as he asked for information.

"Forgive me kind Sir, but as you may of just heard,"

she paused for a second,

" I have no knowledge of what you seek, but as the sign states, this place is called Ayenne."
 
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It had been so long, so very long, since someone had laid a kind hand upon Swish. With out thought the feline rolled over on its back, more dog like then feline at the moment. A loud purr issued from its throat, eyes closed in delight at the feel of a touch of kindness, the Lady’s words where sweet and the touch brought back memories of wonderful times. For a moment, all was right in the world, the birds chirped clearer, the grey fog grew lighter and the sun seemed to warm the spot where the three where gathered…And then the feline’s endorphin soaked brain absorbed the words the Knight spoke!

Eyes wide, fear evident the feline choked out the words…

“Malach!….Clash of clans!!…You are seeking Malach !!!”

With out fan fair the feline abruptly vanishes into thin air, and for now it neither speaks nor reappears. The little cat has had a long lesson in fear and danger
 
The knight seemed to swell with a newfound vigor. He nodded as the feline disappeared.

"You know his name...good."

Tyrtaeus then offered his hand to Nalya. "Come. A fair lady need not taint her feet with the soil of earth." The steed calmed, but appeared to be searching the woodline. It snorted when it's eyes fell upon a red winged raven. Tyrtaeus took notice and glared...
 
A tear came to her eye, she could sense the sadness of the cat. Poor thing she thought, how awful to feel so alone.
Just as the cat vanished from sight the stranger upon the horse offered his hand to pull her upon the beast. She could feel her cheeks redden , she'd be a fool to reject his offer.

"Thank you kind Sir." Her voice was soft and appreciative.

Stepping over to the left side of the steed she reached her left hand up to his arm and began to grasp hold of his forearm but stopped just be for doing so. Her thoughts went suddenly to the sad and invisible cat.

"Wait...."

Stepping back around so she could view the last place she saw the feline her eyes scanned over the area in the attempt to locate it.

"Little one?" she called to the cat."Please show yourself....."

Stepping back around the horse she walked back over to where the sign lay.

"Please, little friend, please come out of hiding."


Turning back to the stranger she spoke with genuine concern.

"We can't leave her here, will you please help me convince her to come with us?"

But as she spoke she noticed his attention was focused upon something else.
 
It seemed to of come from no where, a smell that she felt she recognized but could not figure out what it was. Suddenly the feline was not a her main concern. Quickly she spun around and eyes searched the open sky for something that was possibly connected to the smell which now filled her nostrils. Was she the only one that could smell it? To her it was so strong that the others had to smell it as well. But alas the feline remained in hiding and perhaps it was a good thing that she had. The stranger on the other hand, he definitely sensed something. Was he aware of the scent that now surrounded her or was it something else? She looked upon the man who sat upright upon his beast. His eyes intense as if any second he was to spring from where he sat to engage in something beyond words. Yes, yes he knew something was approaching and what ever it was it was not going to be pleasant.
 
The raven met eyes with the knight. It's steely black gaze suddenly flickered once with green light. A rasping caw escaped it's beak as it beat it's blood red wings. Tyrtaeus slowlyreached for his sword, but the raven took to the air. It circled once, it's gaze fixed on the group and then it was gone...

"Foul creature!" The knight cursed as it watched the bird dip behind the horizon. He then looked to the woman there. "If you know the way to the scorched lands, speak direction swiftly. My task must be completed."



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In a black tower, deep in the heart of a smoldering valley, a man dat upon his obsidian throne. Long fingers gently stroked his beard as he hand fell upon the head of a woman with the palest of skin. He smiled as his eyes flickered green; the grin spread further upon seeing the wavey images of those gathered in the clearing.

"I see you..."
 
Swish could hear the Lady's voice calling to her, and though she knew the risks of returning to the spot where both gallent horse and rider waitted with the Lady, Swish slowly reappeared, fading in from nothingness to a solid form perched upon the wooden plank, just in time to see the bird take flight. For so long she had been alone with the forest, and she had been alright with that, but not now, not after remembering what it felt like to be touched with kindness and to speak with someone or something that could reply in a human voice. With a great sigh the feline turned its gaze back to the people in the clearing and spoke softly.

"In for a pinch, in for a pound...Kindness will not be repaid if I simply vanish and leave you all here...Head for the suns setting rays!"
 
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