The Hidden Archives: The Hermit [Ty's stories]
Jun 2, 2015 14:08:06 GMT -5
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Post by TyTheHermit on Jun 2, 2015 14:08:06 GMT -5
Rumours traveled fast in areas, especially in closely populated places such a cities and towns. When such a rumour has gone round for a long time it turns into a legend or even a myth. Whispers were spoken of a creature in the woods a few miles away. A creature which roamed the nights and left a trail of Ice behind them. A creature with horns flaming blue and emitted the colds which would match the colds of Siberia. Some spoke of this creature with cruel intent while others mentioned their name in awe. "The Hermit" that was how people called her.
If the name was fitting they didn't know, the only thing the legend said was the fact that this creature roamed the nights with their axe perched on their shoulder, protecting the woods from hunters, poachers or humans in general. Only a few had encountered "The Hermit" and the only things they mentioned was piercing cold and the glowing green eyes which lit from underneath the hood.
Seasons were shifting fast for someone as old as Ty, sure she still looked young, her kind made sure to make her look youthful, but if she were to show age as a human would, she would be considered one of the elderly population. Leaves were rustling around her, the wind picking up, making the last leaves of gold, orange and red fall to the ground. It was the first day of winter and the cold of this season would make any other shiver. The Satyr had no such issue, in fact people who knew here would say she was the one who brought winter into the woods. A forest spirit normally brought life and warmth to the woods, but Ty was quite the opposite, she brought cold, sleep… death.
She hated it, being the one to bring the bitter cold. The cold that could kill if she didn't pay attention to it. It was a shadow that followed her around, a constant reminder of her desperation of the time and her mistakes. The emotions attached to the cold were mixed as they gave her freedom but now once again her containment and isolation.
The satyr settled herself in a small clearing in the woods, this was a familiar place for her, she often went here to think and relax. Her mind would roam, going through her more recent issues, though today was different. As the small creature settled on the leaf covered floor her mind was on different things, things of the past.
Ty laid back, her breath came out in small puffs of cold air. The flames on her horns licked the leaves on the ground, but nothing caught fire, no, the leaves turned a pale white, freezing on contact with the blue flames. The flames hadn't always been there, she knew that. In her youth the cold hadn't even been in her life. No her presence brought warmth and life, just like every other forest spirit would. Though her youth wasn't spend in the woods, with its clear streams, thick trees and vast amount of animal life. The small Satyr was considered a freak of nature most of her life. A cruel attraction for humans too look and prod at. Ty hated it, hated every piece of that cursed life behind iron bars.
She had been ripped away from her life with her family, taken by the cruel hands of man only to be taken even further away, traveling overseas as words of war and death traveled from country to country. The worry that had stricken her those weeks had left her weak. She barely ate and the humans that had taken her were speaking of simply getting rid of her, or even stuffing her like some kind of wild animal. The hate and anger for humans had only grown those days but she refused to be killed by them and thus she survived and took the beatings, the tricks, the curious and mocking eyes of visitors that wanted to see "The European Woodspirit".
The Faun scoffed at the memory of the circus in which she spent most of her life. It was harsh and the brands, marks and scars were her a part of her reminder. But not all had been cruel and harsh on her. There were others in the show, taken from home, scared and hurt, just like her. She had found comfort with them and through them she learned more about herself and the powers she had. A frown placed itself on her face with the thought of her old friends, what had become of them when she left. She had left all of them, left them behind for more suffering. Guilt gripped itself around her throat and she let out a chocked breath, the puff of cold broken and small. "I am sorry" she said softly into the cold sky.
The sky was already dark, the stars and moon were clouded over this night. The light was dim, but the Satyr could still see around her. How long had she been laying there? She didn't know, and frankly she didn't care much about the time passing. Ty often remained in the woods until dawn, this wouldn't be new for her. No, she would remain here for tonight. No walks, no hunters, no roaming. She would remain here, letting the theatre of her mind play its show. A shuddered breath filled her lungs again as memories continued to spill by.
Her companions had been teaching her a lot and being as she was, she possessed talent which had proven itself useful. 'The Owners' liked the display of her so called magic, it was a nice plus. But there was no respect in their words for the things the brunette created and thus she refused to use them anymore. They hadn't been to kind after that. They had taken her, she had fought and resisted. 5 men were needed to hold her down as her 'owners' heated the branding iron. She had looked in fear and tried to struggle more, but she had been pinned. The red of the metal was set in her mental image and the searing pain on her shoulder was something she would never forget. It was the day humans had lost every form of respect in her eyes and that night when she laid in her cage, she took the book her companions gifted her and she started a spell, a spell far too dangerous.
It had been a night, similar to the one right now. It had been cold, the first pecks of snow were falling that night and the moon was the only light she had used. A spell it was, she wanted to freeze the bars of her cage, she would escape and leave that life behind. The spell had gone alright, not much had been needed, just some energy of the user, little did she know what kind of effect it had on her. The spell of course backfired and what happened in the next days were a vague and distant memory. The satyr wasn't sure what happened, but she had woken up in this very clearing where she was laying now. The trees were frozen solid and the horns that had marred her head were broken and gone, leaving bloody stumps in its wake. She realized that this was something she would never want again. That night was night the stopped feeling cold, she only felt warmth, but this didn't come from her.
Her skin was a pale blue hue and a trail of ice and snow followed her wherever she went. Instead of life and warmth, she brought cold and death. The first months she had killed many parts of the woods with her cold, freezing the trees to their cores, animals fled away from her and the first whispers of a lone spirit were created. A spirit that brought winter and put the forest to sleep.
Ty remained on the ground, something soft touched her face and green eyes snapped opened and she looked up, small flakes of white fell from the air, landing on her cool face. Snow, the first day of winter and there was already snow. The winter started even earlier. Ty couldn’t help but scoff, fitting, snow with while she was reminiscing her past. Soon the animals would scramble to get ready for the scarce supply of food, the bears and smaller critters would sleep for the winter.
Slowly the Satyr sat up again and the flakes from the sky became thicker, the frozen substance sticking to the dark grey fabric of her cloak. The puffs of cold air became less visible as the temperature started to drop and soon enough the floor was covered in a soft layer of snow. Slowly Ty rose to her hooves, she didn’t even bother brushing off the snow and carefully she started to tread to the woods, leaving a trail behind her, but this time simply her hoof prints. The white blanket of snow was thin where large spruce and pines grew. The tall, in needle covered trees catching most of winter’s essence before it hits the ground. She made her way through the woods, her flames softly illuminating her way, casting shadows of her figure on the ground and on her face.
Not many had caught her face, she didn’t show it often, only people she considered trust worthy, why would someone need a face, a voice is more powerful and in her case a presence was even a stronger power to possess. A small smile played on her lips at the memory of how her presence hasn’t always been a blessing. It gave her away plenty of times, though with humans, who were familiar with her story they knew what the dreadful cold meant. Though that one time had been different, the unicorn didn’t fear her, in contrary the other had seemed oddly pleased to find the small satyr alone in the woods, surrounded by ice and cold. A humourless laugh escaped pale lips. Little had she known what following the strange horse had meant.
The Candle Cult had seemed like a good place to stay, the mysterious side had spiked her interests and curiousity and the last feature had caused her plenty of trouble. Strangely Ty could not recall the month that followed afterwards, but she had awoken in her cabin in the woods, with a cloak and flames that enveloped her horns and a strange emptiness in her chest. Something felt missing, stolen, gone. Only later would she connect the dots together with other members what that piece was. Though when one mystery was solved a new one took its place and more questions filled her mind.
Swiftly she shook her head, the theories discarded for now as she roamed, she did not care for people seeing her like this. People would see her and continue to speak of “The Hermit” or “The Winter Spirit” that roamed the woods. They steered clear of her and that is how she liked it. Didn’t she?
If the name was fitting they didn't know, the only thing the legend said was the fact that this creature roamed the nights with their axe perched on their shoulder, protecting the woods from hunters, poachers or humans in general. Only a few had encountered "The Hermit" and the only things they mentioned was piercing cold and the glowing green eyes which lit from underneath the hood.
Seasons were shifting fast for someone as old as Ty, sure she still looked young, her kind made sure to make her look youthful, but if she were to show age as a human would, she would be considered one of the elderly population. Leaves were rustling around her, the wind picking up, making the last leaves of gold, orange and red fall to the ground. It was the first day of winter and the cold of this season would make any other shiver. The Satyr had no such issue, in fact people who knew here would say she was the one who brought winter into the woods. A forest spirit normally brought life and warmth to the woods, but Ty was quite the opposite, she brought cold, sleep… death.
She hated it, being the one to bring the bitter cold. The cold that could kill if she didn't pay attention to it. It was a shadow that followed her around, a constant reminder of her desperation of the time and her mistakes. The emotions attached to the cold were mixed as they gave her freedom but now once again her containment and isolation.
The satyr settled herself in a small clearing in the woods, this was a familiar place for her, she often went here to think and relax. Her mind would roam, going through her more recent issues, though today was different. As the small creature settled on the leaf covered floor her mind was on different things, things of the past.
Ty laid back, her breath came out in small puffs of cold air. The flames on her horns licked the leaves on the ground, but nothing caught fire, no, the leaves turned a pale white, freezing on contact with the blue flames. The flames hadn't always been there, she knew that. In her youth the cold hadn't even been in her life. No her presence brought warmth and life, just like every other forest spirit would. Though her youth wasn't spend in the woods, with its clear streams, thick trees and vast amount of animal life. The small Satyr was considered a freak of nature most of her life. A cruel attraction for humans too look and prod at. Ty hated it, hated every piece of that cursed life behind iron bars.
She had been ripped away from her life with her family, taken by the cruel hands of man only to be taken even further away, traveling overseas as words of war and death traveled from country to country. The worry that had stricken her those weeks had left her weak. She barely ate and the humans that had taken her were speaking of simply getting rid of her, or even stuffing her like some kind of wild animal. The hate and anger for humans had only grown those days but she refused to be killed by them and thus she survived and took the beatings, the tricks, the curious and mocking eyes of visitors that wanted to see "The European Woodspirit".
The Faun scoffed at the memory of the circus in which she spent most of her life. It was harsh and the brands, marks and scars were her a part of her reminder. But not all had been cruel and harsh on her. There were others in the show, taken from home, scared and hurt, just like her. She had found comfort with them and through them she learned more about herself and the powers she had. A frown placed itself on her face with the thought of her old friends, what had become of them when she left. She had left all of them, left them behind for more suffering. Guilt gripped itself around her throat and she let out a chocked breath, the puff of cold broken and small. "I am sorry" she said softly into the cold sky.
The sky was already dark, the stars and moon were clouded over this night. The light was dim, but the Satyr could still see around her. How long had she been laying there? She didn't know, and frankly she didn't care much about the time passing. Ty often remained in the woods until dawn, this wouldn't be new for her. No, she would remain here for tonight. No walks, no hunters, no roaming. She would remain here, letting the theatre of her mind play its show. A shuddered breath filled her lungs again as memories continued to spill by.
Her companions had been teaching her a lot and being as she was, she possessed talent which had proven itself useful. 'The Owners' liked the display of her so called magic, it was a nice plus. But there was no respect in their words for the things the brunette created and thus she refused to use them anymore. They hadn't been to kind after that. They had taken her, she had fought and resisted. 5 men were needed to hold her down as her 'owners' heated the branding iron. She had looked in fear and tried to struggle more, but she had been pinned. The red of the metal was set in her mental image and the searing pain on her shoulder was something she would never forget. It was the day humans had lost every form of respect in her eyes and that night when she laid in her cage, she took the book her companions gifted her and she started a spell, a spell far too dangerous.
It had been a night, similar to the one right now. It had been cold, the first pecks of snow were falling that night and the moon was the only light she had used. A spell it was, she wanted to freeze the bars of her cage, she would escape and leave that life behind. The spell had gone alright, not much had been needed, just some energy of the user, little did she know what kind of effect it had on her. The spell of course backfired and what happened in the next days were a vague and distant memory. The satyr wasn't sure what happened, but she had woken up in this very clearing where she was laying now. The trees were frozen solid and the horns that had marred her head were broken and gone, leaving bloody stumps in its wake. She realized that this was something she would never want again. That night was night the stopped feeling cold, she only felt warmth, but this didn't come from her.
Her skin was a pale blue hue and a trail of ice and snow followed her wherever she went. Instead of life and warmth, she brought cold and death. The first months she had killed many parts of the woods with her cold, freezing the trees to their cores, animals fled away from her and the first whispers of a lone spirit were created. A spirit that brought winter and put the forest to sleep.
Ty remained on the ground, something soft touched her face and green eyes snapped opened and she looked up, small flakes of white fell from the air, landing on her cool face. Snow, the first day of winter and there was already snow. The winter started even earlier. Ty couldn’t help but scoff, fitting, snow with while she was reminiscing her past. Soon the animals would scramble to get ready for the scarce supply of food, the bears and smaller critters would sleep for the winter.
Slowly the Satyr sat up again and the flakes from the sky became thicker, the frozen substance sticking to the dark grey fabric of her cloak. The puffs of cold air became less visible as the temperature started to drop and soon enough the floor was covered in a soft layer of snow. Slowly Ty rose to her hooves, she didn’t even bother brushing off the snow and carefully she started to tread to the woods, leaving a trail behind her, but this time simply her hoof prints. The white blanket of snow was thin where large spruce and pines grew. The tall, in needle covered trees catching most of winter’s essence before it hits the ground. She made her way through the woods, her flames softly illuminating her way, casting shadows of her figure on the ground and on her face.
Not many had caught her face, she didn’t show it often, only people she considered trust worthy, why would someone need a face, a voice is more powerful and in her case a presence was even a stronger power to possess. A small smile played on her lips at the memory of how her presence hasn’t always been a blessing. It gave her away plenty of times, though with humans, who were familiar with her story they knew what the dreadful cold meant. Though that one time had been different, the unicorn didn’t fear her, in contrary the other had seemed oddly pleased to find the small satyr alone in the woods, surrounded by ice and cold. A humourless laugh escaped pale lips. Little had she known what following the strange horse had meant.
The Candle Cult had seemed like a good place to stay, the mysterious side had spiked her interests and curiousity and the last feature had caused her plenty of trouble. Strangely Ty could not recall the month that followed afterwards, but she had awoken in her cabin in the woods, with a cloak and flames that enveloped her horns and a strange emptiness in her chest. Something felt missing, stolen, gone. Only later would she connect the dots together with other members what that piece was. Though when one mystery was solved a new one took its place and more questions filled her mind.
Swiftly she shook her head, the theories discarded for now as she roamed, she did not care for people seeing her like this. People would see her and continue to speak of “The Hermit” or “The Winter Spirit” that roamed the woods. They steered clear of her and that is how she liked it. Didn’t she?