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Hidyosho Academy Of The Magical Arts has been the centre of all magical studies for the decades that it has stood. For these years children from the Island have attended the academy and there were no problems. However, a large group of 'Outsiders' have turned up at the island seeking the knowledge that the people hold. These Outsiders have begun to attend the Hidyosho Academy, being unwelcome by many of the islands Natives. Whilst the Islanders are distracted by these unwelcome guests, darker secrets are passing by unnoticed.
Something powerful is hidden deep within the academy, locked away only by spells cast by the Principal himself. If this power got into the hands of Humans the Island, if not the world could be at stake. If it was found by a non-believer they would surely attempt to get rid of it, but their efforts would fail only angering the power. If a believer stumbled upon it, they may have found a new god. None of these will happen however instead this great power will be found by a student.
~The Foreseer Of Futures~
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One of his ways of doing this was by visiting the library after classes, most days, to read up on the history of the island. This was exactly what he was doing on that afternoon. As he browsed though the History section looking for a book on Capital City, he came across a book shelf that held a book named The Hidden Powers Volume IV - Vampires. The book looked strange and so he picked it up and opened it to the first page. "Vampires have lived among civilisation for hundreds of years, going unseen to the average Human. More recently signs of these magical creatures have been becoming more common, especially after our discovery of Hidyosho Island." Dameon stopped reading suddenly as he felt a shock flowing through his hands. Dropping the book he stood back as the bookcase before him began to flicker in and out of visibility, eventually disappearing all together.
The corner of the room left uncovered seemed old and untouched. It was empty apart from one large floor board that looked lose. Feeling curious once again Dameon look down the gap next to the board but only darkness was to be seen. It was then that without thinking he touched the board, being flung backwards by it's power that also broke itself. Dameon didn't know what he had just done but he didn't think it was anything good.
This realization, which she had come to long ago, had never stopped her for an instant, however, from experimenting in various means of freeing herself, or, at the very least, making her imprisonment more bearable. Ever since she had discovered her powers, she had pushed her abilities to the limits she instinctively recognized, always trying to find out more about them, and to discover their full potential. What she knew so far was that she could make things into things they were not - although this consumed a great deal of power, and generally yielded unfavorable results - could make things do things they shouldn't have been able to - this was somewhat more successful, but nonetheless tiring - and could form some sort of energy with various levels of coherent shape and destructive power. The two forms she had mastered were the form of momentary, ultra-destructive bursts on one end of the spectrum, and compact, long-lasting butterflies which she found she was able to control and feel the senses of. But the explosions, while pretty, were useless when it came to the purpose for which she had created them - blowing up the chains that bound her, to be specific - and the butterflies were too weak to carry any of the impossible-to-reach books from the upper shelves so she could find new reading material. And so, she sulked, dissatisfied with her failure and wracking her brains for a solution to her problem. Her prison was inescapable as ever, the outside world as far out of reach as it had always been. This room, and the area in which her chains allowed her to move, was the only world her arms could reach, a radius of 85 centimeters that always had and always would encompass her existence, from now into the rest of eternity. Even as she sighed and angrily twisted, trying to spin around even through her shackles immediately bound her and kept her back with an audible rattle, she knew this to be a fact. "Oh well," she murmured, and slowly dropped into a crouch against the crimson window that formed the rear boundary of her little circle. She let her head hang, as though she had given up, and slowly reached out to a tattered, dusty square of black cloth, which, aside from the practically nonexistent rags with which her body had always, in places, been halfheartedly wrapped, was the only source of warmth she had in the cold chamber. She had long since discovered its use as a blanket, and, in times where she sat, unmoving, for long periods of time, it was very convenient to cover herself with it, for even in the warm season called "Summer," the room itself was always cold, considering her own almost complete exposure to the chill air.
85 centimeters.... That gave her a new idea, one she couldn't believe she hadn't thought of before now! Casting off her blanket, she rose to her feet with newfound determination. The answer was simple, really. She had been foolishly trying to spin using only the very center of the room, standing in place and rotating herself around. But, in fact, she had a larger area in which she could spin than that. A full radius of 85 centimeters was the distance she could move about, so if she spun around by running around the edges of the circle that radius created, that gave her a 17 foot area in which to whirl to her heart's content! It was so delightfully simple, now that she thought of it. If she moved like that, then the chains binding her would have room to rotate in their sockets, and she would be able to whirl about the room by keeping them taut and moving continuously. The mere thought of it was exciting. A game that involved moving around... it was a dream finally come true! In an instant, she had positioned herself next to the window, at the very limit of her moving space. Then, bracing herself against the eagerness that threatened to completely overwhelm her, she took her first step sideways, catching onto both of the heavy chains with her hands and holding them taut so as to minimize the strain on her arms. Then, she took another step. The chains did not twist and bind her as they usually did, but rather simply held fast behind her, anchoring her in place without actually limiting her movements. Her confidence surged, and she took two rapid steps in quick succession, and still her chains did not stop her as she skirted the edge of her space. So she accelerated, taking steps ever faster and faster, and soon found herself whirling around the room at an astonishing rate, laughing aloud for the joy of her new game. She was moving, watching her world go by at a speed she had never imagined possible, and even as she finally grew too dizzy to stay on her feet any longer and slowly collapsed by the window, she was too elated at her success to care. She had finally done it! She had managed to create a game! Even if she could never escape this world, she could at least exist in it until it ended. These 85 centimeters... she had finally found a way to move within them. And, for now, that was enough...
Or at least, so she thought. But just then, something strange occurred. A loud crash resounded out from above her, and with a loud thud, a small wooden panel that had, up until that point, been placed innocuously enough within the stone roof, crashed to the ground nearby and shattered into countless pieces. Draping her blanket over herself in a futile hope for a means of protection, she gathered her dizzied wits about herself as best she could, and began to prepare to deal with whatever had just happened. Her world... was it ending already? Was these merely the start of a collapse that would end her and the existence around her? Or was this an invasion from the outside world she feared and yet desired to see so greatly? Only time would tell, but either way, she would be ready. If the world around her chose to end at this moment, she would die happy. And if Humans had come to invade her world, to enslave or kill her, or to torture her in her imprisonment... she would make them die, and then she would be happy. In her current state of mind, she actually forgot about the third possibility that faced her: the possibility of escape. But, despite this, little did Vermillia Aurora know that her world would soon grow to the edges of those 85 centimeters around her, and far beyond, and that soon, she would be able to spin about a distance much greater than the 17 feet area in which she had lived out 20 years of her immortal life...
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"You there!" She called up rudely, but to her surprise, she found the words to be hoarse and weak. How much her voice had changed since she had last used it beyond mere murmurs, she thought, coughing painfully several times to clear her throat. "For what reason have you come? Answer me!"
"Umm, I'm sorry I just opened a book, on vampires, and the bookcase disappeared. I don't know what's going on!" Dameon said feeling slightly distress by the situation and the girls demanding tone. "Are you stuck down there?" Dameon asked still looking at the bindings on her arms. She didn't exactly look like she was somewhere that she wanted to be but Dameon didn't realise that. Maybe she was a criminal, locked up in then academy so she could be held by powerful magic. Dameon was really didn't know what to think at this point.
"I must know the path before I begin the journey, and I must begin the journey before the world collapses and my days end! Alea jacta est, mors certa, hora incerta! Ignoranti quem portum petat, nullus ventus est!*" Abruptly changing languages mid-sentence, the Vampire began instead to vehemently cry up proverbs in Latin at her now likely quite baffled discoverer. Evidently, his indecision in giving to her the book was causing her no end of frustration, for it was quite clear that she was rapidly becoming very angry. That book the boy spoke of contained information she craved above all else. It was more than just a form of entertainment, it was a source of knowledge she longed to acquire, a possible end in the endless search for a definition of herself. And to that end, she would spare no measure of fury to obtain the object she desired.
(*Two different latin proverbs. "Alea jacta est, mors certa, hora incerta" translates directly to "The die is cast, death is certain, but the time is uncertain" while "Ignoranti quem portum petat, nullus ventus est" translates to "The wind is never favorable to those who do not know where they are going.")
"Very well, then. I accept, but only under one condition. No wise peddler would ever part with his wares before he is paid for them in full, and in the same manner, as my reach is limited and I have no means of discerning your veracity, you must grant me the book first. I pledge in advance that I will answer your foolish questions upon receiving that tome, so hearken to me. I hereby swear on the honor of the Brotherhood of the Wicked Night and on the dignity of the Nightwalker Court, and upon this scarlet blood flowing through my veins, that in exchange for the book you now hold as a price, I will grant to you the information and the answers you seek. Would you like me to sign some physical parchment in Oathblood, also, or will you accept my word?" Vermillia said with a smirk, her scarlet eyes flashing brightly in the darkness. She had now turned the tables. He, having proposed the contract in the first place, with what seemed like a knowledge of Vampire customs, would be painted as an Oathbreaker, should he now back down from the negotiation. Better still, he would now have no way of turning the negotiation back on her, as, having given her pledge, was now above suspicion of traitorous intent. By Vampire customs, at least, he would be forced into accepting the contract, compelled by honor to fulfill his part of the deal, and, even if he perhaps did not follow that same code, if he wanted answers, she had just made it clear that there was only one way to get them from her.
A voice from above snapped her out of her triumphant revelry, and she glanced up at the boy who still stood over her with a somewhat bored air, as though he was no longer interesting enough to warrant her time. Still, she remembered, she had just pledged to fulfill a contract with him, so she supposed she would have to answer his questions to the best of her ability.
"Oh, right, I suppose you still want me to answer those questions of yours, then," She mumbled. She'd gotten a bit ahead of herself in her pledge, and now realized that she would actually have to try to answer his questions, some details of which even she herself did not know. This was going to be awkward. If he called her on the unsatisfactory nature of her answers, things might become troublesome...
"Fine. In answer to your first question, I have no official name - as in, given by a figure of importance - but I title myself Vermillia Aurora, the Endless Scarlet. A fitting and beautiful name, is it not? I think it suits one who dwells eternally in a sepulcher of vermillion light quite aptly." She spread her arms with another audible clank of her oversized shackles, and began to stride about as she spoke, as though addressing some invisible crowd only she could see instead of the very real Human who had asked the question in the first place. At last, however, she swept back her dust-coated black hair with a rather overdramatic gesture, and, adjusting the blanket she had draped over herself, a mantle which had been nearly knocked to the floor by her melodramatic gesticulation - unintentionally providing a rather clear view of the ragged, exposing nature of her sparse garments in the process - she turned back to the boy looking on from above. "And, in answer to your second question, I must regretfully inform you that even one such as I, a superior being at whose fingertips lies endless time and a vast quantity of wisdom left in store by the minds of a greater generation, have spent my life in attempting to discover the very answer you now seek, with no success to speak of. Therefore, I must warn you that to seek this knowledge is, perhaps, foolhardy, and will lead to a journey that you, perhaps, as one with needs far greater, and time far shorter than myself... will never be able to complete." She had begun another speech, it seemed, for her voice and features had become grave, and she had begun to pace about in the tiny area in which her chains would allow her to tread. Overall, she looked incredibly comical, speaking like a queen addressing her subject, while she herself was confined to a mere distance of 85 centimeters on all sides by painfully visible shackles.
"Tell me," she continued, looking seriously back up at the boy. "Do you ever wonder why you, yourself, are up there, in that world? Have you, for all of your searching, ever come up with an answer to that which is beyond doubt or reproof? Have you ever uncovered the meaning for your existence? It is exactly the same for me. Why have I become aware of myself? Why is it that I have lived my life in this place? Why is it that my chest aches with the heat of a flame, and my throat feels as though it will crumble to dust at any second? Why is it that my body feels as though it is being pierced by countless invisible blades, drawing me to curl up against the unseen adversary known as 'winter' or 'cold?' Why is it that I have endless time, and why is it that my world is limited to a distance of exactly 85.3 centimeters on all sides, while those in the world above were evidently allowed to stride about for miles in whatever direction they chose. Why is it that there are books in this place, and yet so many of them lie beyond my reach? These are all questions I have yet to fully understand, let alone answer, so therefore, I must simply admit that I am incapable of answering your question at the present time, and needs must, perhaps, instead offer my response at a later date once things have become more clear. Perhaps this book will give to me some of the answers I seek." She added the last sentence, almost as an afterthought to herself, as she finally seated herself at the base of the scarlet window, and, opening the book, gave a final glance up, asking a final question in a very bored voice.
"Now, is that all you wanted, or will you request some other trivial task of my endless scarlet time? If you will do so, make it quick, and find another interesting book as payment, for I must warn you, I tire of such games as these quite quickly."
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