Post by cheeze42 on Dec 22, 2014 15:53:10 GMT -5
2A. Write about how your character found his or her Soul Container.
It was cold out. Pagos's breath came out in quick, sharp bursts of air. As he trekked up the mountain, he wondered if this was the end. He was trying to make it to the town across the range, but he had no idea how far away it was and whether it was a good idea to pitch camp or to try and make it to the town. It was almost night time as well, and his visibility was dropping quickly. Not only that, but his clothes were wet with the recent snow and he was sure he was about to get frostbite. Just as he was about to lose hope, he caught sight of a small amount of light coming from an opening in a nearby mountain. Maybe there's someone else's camp down there. Upon peering into the cave opening, he saw a downhill slide leading into a small, somehow-lit area.
Pagos made his way down the icy, rocky slope. The cavern was rather small, yet its beauty was astounding. The walls were covered in thick frost that reflected everything that went on. The ceiling was covered in icy spires, frozen terrors threatening to land at any minute. However, what caught Pagos's attention was the pedestal in the middle of the room. It was ornately carved out of pure ice, with a somewhat large blue feather sitting delicately on top. Although there was no direct way for sunlight to enter the cavern, the feather seemed to be giving off a soft blue-white glow. Pagos approached it slowly, feeling awed but not sure why. He slowly reached his hand out towards the feather, almost there, just brushing his fingers against it--
"Who are you?" The voice was clear, not echoing at all, but it demanded attention. Pagos stepped back a couple paces. "I am Pagos, son of Pagonia." His voice did not shake, his will did not falter. "That's not what I meant. I care not about mortal names; who are you to take what is precious to me? Do you know what this is?" Pagos stared at the feather. "While I don't know what it is, I know a lot about it. I know it's important to someone, or else there wouldn't be a cavern and a pedestal. I know it's probably unique, or at least in limited supply, for you can't have someone to guard every single copy of something unless there aren't that many of it. And I know that you want someone to take it. That's why there's an opening to the cave at all, and it's not just sealed off." The voice chuckled. Upon hearing no echo, despite being in the enclosed room, Pagos realized that the voice was in his head. "This is my Soul Container. It is all that is left of me. Your taking of it signifies that I approve of you as my Communicator." Pagos understood the terminology from what he knew of Legendary ideals. So this must be a Legendary I'm talking to. "Why do you deserve it more than anyone else?" It was Pagos's turn to laugh now. "Well, if you had someone specific in mind, you would have just turned me down immediately upon hearing my name. And something tells me not many people come out here, in the middle of the coldest mountains in the region, in one specific, small cave that's not on any maps, nor has any sort of path leading to it." The voice boomed in reply. "Then what brought you here?" Pagos shuffled his feet. "I just needed some time alone." He walked closer to the pedestal once more. "So can I take it or what? You probably won't find anyone better than me, no matter what you're looking for. The only other people who would even dare to come out here would be thrill-seeking lunatics trying to satiate their hunger for near-death experiences. How about it?"
The feather on the pedestal flashed. "You have proved yourself. Keep your wits about you and a clear vision of what is happening, for the perils you are about to face are too much to ask of anyone else." The voice was calm as Pagos reached out and took the feather. Smiling, he made his way back up the treacherous slope and back out into the mountains. This time, the cold didn't feel so cold anymore, the snow didn't bite quite like it used to. In fact, the whole area didn't seem as harsh as it had before. Smiling, Pagos resumed his journey across the snowy mountains.