BlackShardNixium

The silver mare's blind fumbling came to an abrupt halt the moment she crashed into a wall. With a shake if her head and an annoyed huff, she began to search for some sort of door. This room can't go on forever! she thought, So there has to be a door! The walls felt firm, if a little dusty, like stone; and the floors felt the same way. So wherever she was, it was carved from some sort of rock. Am I underground? Or maybe...inside a mountain? she wondered. She froze upon bumping into the handle of what must be a door. With a relieved sigh, she pulled it open, struggling slightly on her unsteady hooves. Immediately, flickering orange light streamed into the room, momentarily blinding her. Squinting, she stumbled from the room and into a dimly lit corridor. In front of her was a small torch hung from a mantle on the wall. From what she could see, she had been correct to estimate that the entire place had been carved from stone. The walls were smooth and dirt colored; a layer of dust and thick swaths of cobwebs covering every thing in sight. She sat down directly under the torch, taking comfort in the small, flickering light. She took the bag of her shoulder, fumbling with the buckle before opening it fully and pouring out it's contents in front of her: A journal, a sketchbook, some pencils, and.... What in Celestia's name was that?

OOC FORUM: INSERT RP PLAYLIST HERE CO-DMed with Magos Amphrose The enormous, misshapen beast reared its ugly head, towering above the two mares, illuminated only by the emerald light spiraling from the unicorn's horn. Its centipede-like legs skittered across the ground, gouging deep wounds into the damp, black earth. It let out a chittering shriek, the sound reverberating through the empty darkness, shaking the foundations of the land. Violet eyes, filled with a bone-deep exhaustion, glared balefully at the monster. The Pegasus mare tensed, taking a defensive stance and preparing for the next onslaught from the vicious beast. Her unicorn companion stood rigidly at her side, visibly straining from the use of so much magic. It had been so long since they were allowed rest; allowed peace. They were powerful, sure, but not invincible. It was clear that neither of them would be able to hold out much longer. The Monsters also knew this. Their attacks had been getting steadily more powerful, a malicious confidence oozing from each and every one of them. They were cornered and both opposing parties knew it. "H-have courage." her comrade chokes, struggling to keep her already weakened body from collapsing, "The time is drawing near." The Pegasus nodded solemnly, keeping her eyes trained on their gloating opponent as it sneered at them arrogantly in its strange, demonic language. She raised her blade, glowing dimly with the last remains of her power, and once more leapt into the fray. ~~~~~~~~ There is nothing left but memories. You hadn't meant to mess up! You just had to know! It didn't matter in the end, anyways. He had distracted you; leading you away with his dark, malicious eyes and his magic words. You hadn't meant to go over the limit; you'd been so careful! How were you to know that your sixty-six minutes had run out long before you had finally turned from the mirror? You'd spent three hours in that room. Now here you were: stuck. There's nothing left but memories and regret. You just wanted to go home. you ought never to have accepted the invitation in the first place! You- Oh Celestia. No. Please! Not yet! Go away go away goawayGOAWAY! "Please! Let me out! I'll do anything, I swear!!" "Anything?" "Y-yes, anything! Ju-just get me out of here!" "Well..." You don't care about the price you might have to pay. You just want out! You just want away from those...those THINGS! There is a flash of light and suddenly you know you are free. However, something is different. You feel strange; weightless. There is a sickly, guttural slithering noise somewhere to your right, and suddenly you are staring into the eyes of the Monster. In your panic, you do not seem to realize that you are, in fact, staring into a mirror. "NO NONO PLEASE NO!" "You should know by now; the only way to escape a monster is to become one..." "YOU CAN'T DO THIS STOP! NO! NO!! "Quiet now, Translator. I have a job for you." You don't feel anything anymore; not regret, fear, or loneliness. You are empty, alone...it's so dark. Who were you again? What was your name? Was it Translator? The Master had just called you Translator. Yes...that must be your name then. And he had a job for you? So be it. "Kill them all." "Yes...Master..." You are called Translator. And now, there are not even memories left. >>FASTFORWARD>> FOUR HOURS LATER When she finally opens her burning ember eyes, there is no difference. It's so dark; she may as well have not opened them at all. Her head is pounding; throbbing, and dear Celestia it hurts. It makes it so hard to think. Why was she so afraid? She got the feeling that she needed to leave, to run far away; the sooner the better. But why? What was her name? It was...Silvia...wasn't it? Yes, she was Silver Spectrum, otherwise known as Silvia to her colleagues. She was...a writer; a reporter! There had been...had been...why was she here again? More importantly, where was here? She shifted uneasily in the darkness, blinking her eyes and desperately hoping that they would adjust so she could see something. Even if it was just a vague outline through the black, anything was better than this. She can feel a bag at her side; some sort of satchel or messenger bag. I'll go through it once I get a bit of light. She decides. With that, she slowly stands from her spot and begins to feel around for some sort of hint as to where she was.

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@@dashian500 Dess nodded quietly. "The injury was superficial, despite what the doctors may have thought. It was nothing I couldn't handle..." she murmured, "Though I might like to hear the rest of what went on at that meeting. I already know about the assassin, though I am assuming somepony was hurt?"

"Alright then Desdemona; you're cleared to leave..." The nurse assigned to her flipped through the papers clipped onto the chart, finding that most everything was in order. Dess stood slowly, retrieving the torn leather satchel she'd had with her at the time of her injury. "You missed one hell of a meeting." the nurse said idly as Dess shouldered the bag. She merely nodded to show her understanding. She'd already heard about the unfortunate assassination attempt ((and the subsequent fate of said assassin)), and she supposed the others would fill her in later on. Besides, she would have seen it if something truly terrible and damming had happened. "Thank you." she said curtly, nodding once to the nurse before exiting the room. As she walked down the long, hospital corridor, she sighed deeply. She had a feeling it was going to be a long night...

@ ((YES! End-of-Term Exams are finally overrrrr!! )) Silvia gaped at the grotesque, skeletal creature in front of them. “Really? Another one!” she thought. ~~~~~~ Siobhan beamed fondly at her old student. She had learned well. “It is obvious that you have little to no memory of this place, or us for that matter. What if I told you that I could restore your memory?” she prompted gently. Darkessie nodded sternly in agreement. “All that we ask is that you do what you came here to do. Protect Equestria and destroy the darkness that dwells here.”

@ If Siobhan had a physical form, she would be smiling. It had been a very long time since she and her sister had spoken to anything but the creatures of the deep. It was refreshing to see one of their own students return to the Celatum. Darkessie stood beside her, silent and calculating; observing. “Fear not, Shadow Seer, for I and my companion are not the dark forces that you have sensed.” She spoke softly, gazing down at her student from the depths of the mirror. “I presume it has been centuries for us both. Nevertheless, it is good to see you once again.” Darkessie spoke with quiet, commanding authority; though her countenance betrayed the happiness she felt. “Listen close, dear one,” Siobhan began, “For what you are about to hear will change everything.”

@ Silvia nodded, backing away a few steps before turning and darting back down the shadowy hallway. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It was impossible not to recognize her; bound to the mask though she was. As a veteran projector, she had learned to recognize the unique signatures of a soul. Shadow’s SilverCord was wrapped tightly around the mask, thus it served as a vessel; she was bonded to it. It had been centuries since either of them had dared make any sort of communication outside the Mirror. Siobhan had sensed them first. Yet it was only until the final test that they were assured that the intruders were actual descendants. None of them should have been able to see the Chapter. There were wards covering every square inch of the pedestal it sat on. Yet they had simply taken it, as if it were the simplest thing in the world. Yes, both Siobhan and Darkessie were sure of it. It was time the Sota Peilin ended, once and for all. “Shadow. Approach the mirror.”