Post by Heron on Feb 10, 2019 22:33:17 GMT
The world can be a harsh and cruel place. The little guy can often be forgotten; left on the side streets and alleys. Out of sight, out of mind right? The bad things can easily outnumbered the good. The illogical field causes havoc and mayhem wherever and whenever it wants. The wild dragons attack and lives were lost in the ensuing battles.
The world can be kind too though. The world can be soft. A helping hand offered to those less fortunate. The illogical field can make food plentiful and kept those that wished harm far away from those that have not done harm. The weyr ever watched over the village and kept them safe from all sorts of things. Even the illogical field at times.
The world is full of contrasts. It is grey. Nothing was ever strictly black. Nothing was ever strictly white. The illogical field never did anything truly bad and on the flip side, it never did anything truly good. Kindness isn't always out of the goodness of one's heart. Cruelty isn't always done out of malice. Push and pull. Ebb and flow. Like the tides crashing against the shore. Like the life cycle of the forest. The world is full of opposites. The world is both chaos and harmony. Forever together and forever apart.
And almost no one knew this better than a young village woman by the name of Abigail Offob.
She knew the secrets of everyone in the village and the weyr it seemed like. She knew her own future. She knew the futures of others. She knew when the world was being kind and when it was being spiteful. She knew all this and much more for you see, she had a rare and powerful gift.
She was a psychic.
Her powers were real. As real as the connection between a rider and their dragon. As real as the water that flowed in the rivers of the jungles. She was no fraud and that scared a lot of people that often came into contact with her. Scared them to the point where sometimes they would avoid her for fear of having their secrets discovered. They were never intentionally cruel in this, but they just didn't want to be around the strange woman who could see things they couldn't. Who could see things they would have liked to be left alone.
They had no concept that her power was not limited by spatial distance though so their efforts were in vain.
At the supposedly tender age of 16, her powers were...Well, powerful to say the least. She could see far into the future and even knew with a high degree of accuracy which path the timeline would take. The alternative timelines that bothered so many others who shared her ability, never seemed to bother her. What she saw, came to pass. Nothing she did changed the outcomes she saw. Action. Inaction. All lead to the same result. So she just took the visions as they came. Giving the information to those that needed it, hoping that it would at least help a little bit. Sometimes it did. Sometimes it didn't. She highly suspected that the future knew the choices she would make and thus always seemed to be one step ahead of her.
Not that she minded. It wasn't a challenge otherwise.
Her ability was how she came to be one of the first to gather, beating even those that had seen the dragon circling and were running towards the landing spot at full speed, at the village square when a blue rider landed just inside the area. The town had grown its square to accommodate it when a rider had to land in the town. There were so few places a dragon could comfortably land and as they often bore important news or announcements (not everyone could hear the Harpers after all and the illogical field being what it is). She knew why he was here. Yuleth had laid her eggs and the Search for candidates was on.
Abigail knew she would be among those on the hatching sands when hatching day came.
She also knew she would not be chosen to be a candidate by the dragons themselves.
She would be a walk in. One of those that the dragon riders haven't found, but just on the off chance her dragon was there, would be let in anyway.
Truth be told, she was here today to watch the show in person as opposed to in a vision. And what a show it was! People lined up and filled the square. More curious to see what a dragon was like up close than any hopes of being chosen. Of course, the blue dragon picked out candidates with ease. This pair, she knew, had a high success rate at finding dragon candidates.
And that was just going off of rumors of past picks. If you added in her visions of many more successful searches, she knew that this particular duo had the highest find rate of any blue rider and dragon pair so far. They would eventually be beaten, but that was so far out, it was hazy even for her to see. But that was beside the point.
The dragon didn't even get close to picking her that day though. Call it a fluke. Call it the illogical field coming in to play its usual tricks. Call it fate. Call it destiny. Call it a sign that maybe she was wrong (she wasn't). Call it whatever you wanted, but her vision of not being chosen on this day came to past while the rider took down names and promised as usual, that the hatching sands would still be open to all. Rather they had been picked today or not. Rather they will be picked in the coming days or not. They could not risk not having the one showed up. Dragons have been lost for having such restrictions and while the mottles proved to be tougher than purebloods, the riders still didn't want to take that risk. Every dragon was precious.
Every single one.
Abigail just chuckled, mostly to herself. It did bring a few stares in her direction, but once they saw who it was, they wisely (in their opinions) looked away. This just cause her to laugh louder as she headed home, the day's events proving to be just as entertaining as she thought they would be.. She would see them all again. She would see them again on hatching day when all the shells rocked and the dragons spilled out.
On the day that Tazareth would become hers and she Tazareth's.
On the day she would know that her fate was well and fully sealed.
On the day she saw her own death and even what would cause her death.
On the day she saw what the weyr would become.
On the day she saw what hands she would be leaving the safety of weyr and village in.
And they would be good hands indeed in her opinion. Even if they themselves did not know it yet. Abigail did know however and she would everything in her power to make sure they would have the companions they needed. Even if they might have a different view on it. You will grow to love Fiddle, Shrayla, she promises. And Selena, you and Kahana will take such good care of that nest of phoenix hatchlings. And while she would miss seeing the living skeleton and how the hell he functioned without muscles, she would be glad that her body wasn't among the dead that rose up when he finally arrived.
Oh yes. Today was just the start of something. Something she had already seen the beginning, middle, and end of. She just couldn't wait to live it out and enjoy every last moment of it.
(Author's note: Okay...So this story did not go where I thought it would XD Even editing didn't do much for it <.< Basically this is just a little snippet on one of the weyr's more...Unusual dragonriders. Some of you may remember her (at least her death anyway). Abigail Offob. She is an NPC that belongs to Heron and had a strong psychic gift when she was alive (though I wouldn't put it past her to not come back as a ghost, based on what Heron told me, she has the type of personality that would totally come back as a ghost). She knew quite a bit about her future before she even turned 20. As obvious in this story. She wasn't afraid of much and even seeing her own death didn't discourage her to live life. (At least how I see it) She just had a heads up on most things and used it to her advantage...A lot. I hope you guys enjoy this story! (And I hope you don't kill me Belial...I'll leave you lots of cookies))
The world can be kind too though. The world can be soft. A helping hand offered to those less fortunate. The illogical field can make food plentiful and kept those that wished harm far away from those that have not done harm. The weyr ever watched over the village and kept them safe from all sorts of things. Even the illogical field at times.
The world is full of contrasts. It is grey. Nothing was ever strictly black. Nothing was ever strictly white. The illogical field never did anything truly bad and on the flip side, it never did anything truly good. Kindness isn't always out of the goodness of one's heart. Cruelty isn't always done out of malice. Push and pull. Ebb and flow. Like the tides crashing against the shore. Like the life cycle of the forest. The world is full of opposites. The world is both chaos and harmony. Forever together and forever apart.
And almost no one knew this better than a young village woman by the name of Abigail Offob.
She knew the secrets of everyone in the village and the weyr it seemed like. She knew her own future. She knew the futures of others. She knew when the world was being kind and when it was being spiteful. She knew all this and much more for you see, she had a rare and powerful gift.
She was a psychic.
Her powers were real. As real as the connection between a rider and their dragon. As real as the water that flowed in the rivers of the jungles. She was no fraud and that scared a lot of people that often came into contact with her. Scared them to the point where sometimes they would avoid her for fear of having their secrets discovered. They were never intentionally cruel in this, but they just didn't want to be around the strange woman who could see things they couldn't. Who could see things they would have liked to be left alone.
They had no concept that her power was not limited by spatial distance though so their efforts were in vain.
At the supposedly tender age of 16, her powers were...Well, powerful to say the least. She could see far into the future and even knew with a high degree of accuracy which path the timeline would take. The alternative timelines that bothered so many others who shared her ability, never seemed to bother her. What she saw, came to pass. Nothing she did changed the outcomes she saw. Action. Inaction. All lead to the same result. So she just took the visions as they came. Giving the information to those that needed it, hoping that it would at least help a little bit. Sometimes it did. Sometimes it didn't. She highly suspected that the future knew the choices she would make and thus always seemed to be one step ahead of her.
Not that she minded. It wasn't a challenge otherwise.
Her ability was how she came to be one of the first to gather, beating even those that had seen the dragon circling and were running towards the landing spot at full speed, at the village square when a blue rider landed just inside the area. The town had grown its square to accommodate it when a rider had to land in the town. There were so few places a dragon could comfortably land and as they often bore important news or announcements (not everyone could hear the Harpers after all and the illogical field being what it is). She knew why he was here. Yuleth had laid her eggs and the Search for candidates was on.
Abigail knew she would be among those on the hatching sands when hatching day came.
She also knew she would not be chosen to be a candidate by the dragons themselves.
She would be a walk in. One of those that the dragon riders haven't found, but just on the off chance her dragon was there, would be let in anyway.
Truth be told, she was here today to watch the show in person as opposed to in a vision. And what a show it was! People lined up and filled the square. More curious to see what a dragon was like up close than any hopes of being chosen. Of course, the blue dragon picked out candidates with ease. This pair, she knew, had a high success rate at finding dragon candidates.
And that was just going off of rumors of past picks. If you added in her visions of many more successful searches, she knew that this particular duo had the highest find rate of any blue rider and dragon pair so far. They would eventually be beaten, but that was so far out, it was hazy even for her to see. But that was beside the point.
The dragon didn't even get close to picking her that day though. Call it a fluke. Call it the illogical field coming in to play its usual tricks. Call it fate. Call it destiny. Call it a sign that maybe she was wrong (she wasn't). Call it whatever you wanted, but her vision of not being chosen on this day came to past while the rider took down names and promised as usual, that the hatching sands would still be open to all. Rather they had been picked today or not. Rather they will be picked in the coming days or not. They could not risk not having the one showed up. Dragons have been lost for having such restrictions and while the mottles proved to be tougher than purebloods, the riders still didn't want to take that risk. Every dragon was precious.
Every single one.
Abigail just chuckled, mostly to herself. It did bring a few stares in her direction, but once they saw who it was, they wisely (in their opinions) looked away. This just cause her to laugh louder as she headed home, the day's events proving to be just as entertaining as she thought they would be.. She would see them all again. She would see them again on hatching day when all the shells rocked and the dragons spilled out.
On the day that Tazareth would become hers and she Tazareth's.
On the day she would know that her fate was well and fully sealed.
On the day she saw her own death and even what would cause her death.
On the day she saw what the weyr would become.
On the day she saw what hands she would be leaving the safety of weyr and village in.
And they would be good hands indeed in her opinion. Even if they themselves did not know it yet. Abigail did know however and she would everything in her power to make sure they would have the companions they needed. Even if they might have a different view on it. You will grow to love Fiddle, Shrayla, she promises. And Selena, you and Kahana will take such good care of that nest of phoenix hatchlings. And while she would miss seeing the living skeleton and how the hell he functioned without muscles, she would be glad that her body wasn't among the dead that rose up when he finally arrived.
Oh yes. Today was just the start of something. Something she had already seen the beginning, middle, and end of. She just couldn't wait to live it out and enjoy every last moment of it.
(Author's note: Okay...So this story did not go where I thought it would XD Even editing didn't do much for it <.< Basically this is just a little snippet on one of the weyr's more...Unusual dragonriders. Some of you may remember her (at least her death anyway). Abigail Offob. She is an NPC that belongs to Heron and had a strong psychic gift when she was alive (though I wouldn't put it past her to not come back as a ghost, based on what Heron told me, she has the type of personality that would totally come back as a ghost). She knew quite a bit about her future before she even turned 20. As obvious in this story. She wasn't afraid of much and even seeing her own death didn't discourage her to live life. (At least how I see it) She just had a heads up on most things and used it to her advantage...A lot. I hope you guys enjoy this story! (And I hope you don't kill me Belial...I'll leave you lots of cookies))
