"The cavern was long...and dark. But it was of more natural origin than...whatever this is here. It was actually a somewhat popular climbing spot, we just went...way deeper down. And not all that far from where we lived, in Nürenberg. It was pretty convenient, if you wanted to avoid the word "fate". I don't. Either way we..we made our way down there."
Morganas voice was starting to crack up. With every sentence, her voice grew evermore demanding to understand, under light hic-ups at first - heavy sobbing later, requiring as much hard work from the listened to take in, as it strained Morgana to force them out.
"And there it was, spewing forth black mist as if it had been waiting for us all along. I am not quite sure if it was a gas...or a liquid..or whatever, but it was heavier than air at least, and pooled at the bottom of the cavern. I was eager to take it in, while my sister, she was always the more cautious type. She wanted to take pictures and talked about how great a discovery it was, while I only wanted..one thing. As soon as I breathed it in, I could already feel the change...it was...intoxicating. It showed me images of the past, the present, the future, all layers of the multiverse, for this short moment it all made sense to me. And there my sister still stood, too afraid to take another step.
"Come forward, it's safe! It's indescribable, you've got to see this for yourself!", I said.
And so I grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her into that black pool. I..hic...I don't know what happened, I honestly don't. Perhaps she was rejected by the mist, or maybe it only accepts one person per cycle or maybe she just lacked whatever else it migth have taken, but she started coughing. Gripping and clawing at her throat, while the veins in her eyes turned red and popped and....maybe it was ust unbelievably poisonous. I..I I didnt know what to do I..I ran and..and I left her there. My mother asked me what happened and...I didnt know what to say I..I made some stuff up about men with hoods and whatever else came into my mind. I probably contradicted myself a dozen times or so, the police really wasn't buying it, but lacking any other lead...The questioning took months. All the meanwhile, I kept visiting the black pool. At first to find her body, but there was none. Later, for the visions it gave me. These few times I sat there and took it in taught me more about magic than anything I found in the 6 years ever since then. Eventually the cycle ended, and the black mist withdrew, but not before showing me images of this very city. There is...something here that I need to find. I knew it. And so I went to my mother, and told her I wanted to live with my father. Of course I didnt want to...and neither did she but...but I knew this is what I had to do. If I let all of this...all of what happened just run down into the sand, if I let this, my fate pass here then my sister died for nothing. But my mother didn't want to let me go. Ever since my fathers boxing career had ended, he had taken... a few bad turns in life. So i..So I made a choice. By giving her none. I..I..hic..I told her that it was all her fault. That I knew what she did to my sist-it was all a lie of course. I just made things up so she would hate me so I could go."
Here she broke into incomprehensile wailing and whimpering, and not a single word beyond that made it out of her for the rest of the evening. She went on, and on, and would not come to pass until a good 3 hours had passed and she could go on no more, of screaming and lamenting, and venting all that which she had kept down for so very too long.
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Topic: The Occult Hobby - IC Chapter 1: The witch of the bloody hill (Read 78773 times)