Guild Library

[Merlin Emrys]

The Magicains' library is small yet contains an assortment of books and resources on almost every topic concerning magic. These books are enchanted so that they cannot be removed from the room. Parchment and quills are provided for the handy noting down of information and spells.

Members Only

[Selphia Dek]

The night was the best time for Selphia. It was quiet, namely due to least people milling about. That was in exception to the guards that patrolled about the palace grounds and halls. She had to slip in and slip out, namely due to being questioned by the guards. She was a shy person at best. If questioned surely they would think her up to something, something sinister. With the way that she looked it’s a wonder anyone thought poorly of her at all. Long pale locks, soft pale features, with a pleasant demeanor, and soft pale blue eyes, almost the same paleness of her hair. She had gleamed thoughts of people about her. Of course they did not know her abilities of thought reading. It was disheartening to think that she was viewed as unnatural in appearance.

Her brother had often explained to her that people had ways of feeling less of a person when near one of such beauty. Of course she hit him in the arm and told him that it was just what her father always told her. She smiled at the memory, but the smile was quickly followed by a frown. These days she was lucky to recall any memory of her own. It was hard to keep everything straight. Of course her focus was there, it worked wonders most the time. But her own memories suffered. It was getting to the point that she could not recall what her parents looked like. That was what her brother Galeon was for, to keep her memories for her.

She smiled as she flicked through the pages of an old book. Everything here was old. The books, the wood that the table was made of, and the very stone that made this very room. She would start to use incantations. See if she would work a few spells. But she did not have the innate abilities that other guild members had. She was very different from them. Her abilities entirely different then most, and it troubled her. She wished she knew healing arts or wing charms, but no she was all about emotion and thought. Projecting herself beyond herself and seeing the world around her. It was a scary skill, one she at times held no control over.

So here she sat at the table reading. Lost in thought.

[Jasen "Dreamer" Masters]

Dreamer held tightly onto his head as he staggered threw the halls of the seemingly abandoned Mage's guild. Dreamer had woken up moments ago at the desk of his study at the top floor of the guild in a cold sweat. A nightmare had taken hold of him in his sleep, and he awoke to the feeling of hopelessness. His headache didn't die down, but he figured he would walk and see if he could shake it off.

Due to recent events, troubling images had begone to sneak into his dreams. Many wrote it off as too much stress, but Dreamer knew that was a weak excuse, even if it was partially true. No, the true source was the power that Dreamer seemed to have awoken to, a power Dreamer had only begone to understand and control. Black Magic was so different to its counterpart, White Magic, and Dreamer's original source of power. Unlike White magic, which came from a clear focus of his will, The Black Magic manifested at his slightest whim, and was far more addictive.

Dreamer sighed as his headache began to clear, only slightly, and he was able to stop and take a breath. He knew he wasn't going to be able to rest now, so he decided to head off toward the Library. Dreamer had been studying his new curse secretly, not wanting to give anyone a weapon to use against him. He was already despised by the general population of the magical community, he didn't want any of them to come to him looking for blood.

So, with Black Magic in mind, Dreamer crept quickly down a flight of stairs and towards the library. When he arrived, Dreamer turned the knob on the door and pushed, although too hard it seems. The door swung quickly and smacked loudly against the wall as Dreamer rushed to get in the room.

He didnt notice the young woman, Selphia, already occupying the room.

Yet

[Selphia Dek]

Always attentive she was to the task at hand. At present that task had been lax to set her thoughts adrift upon the books set upon the wooden table before her. The soft drumming sound emanated from her fingertips. She was lost amongst the shadows of the library. All had gone to bed, so she had little to fear of being discovered.

Her thoughts troubled her. Why did she fear being found? She couldn’t name one thing, but several. People were the first of reasons. They could be cruel, or had been cruel in the past, from what she could recall. Galeon often shielded her from such things. Which ended up being contact with most people. This leading up to the way that she deals with people now. She was shy and awkward about them.

Her robes helped her in more ways then one would think. Shielding her from stares. Give her solace. Her abilities were causing great discomfort in her. She did not trust herself at times. When testing her abilities they always seemed to go wrong. She was forbidden for a time entry to the library due to the knocking over the shelves, and breaking a hole in the stain glass window. The thoughts were still fresh in her mind that she felt embarrassment for having done such a thing.

As of late her dreams were what caused greater fear in her. Finding herself at Merlin’s door brandishing a knife, or in the middle of the forest late at night for no reason what so ever. These things frightened her. Which brings her to the library this night.

Control her abilities.

Reading the book of spells, she is able to commit them to memory. Though she does not have the ability to use them. It does not stop the absorption of them. Her lips part as she reads them. It was not long before she hums along to what she reads, then a soft harmony of notes turn into a song. Her left hand lifting off the edge of the book, wrist limp at first, without thought, her voice seeming to channel through her form, to her core then outward. When her hand rises so that it faces the far side of the room. A blast of concentrated energy emanates from her hand toward the shadows.

Since she is unprepared for this use of her abilities. Her chair is rocked back by the sheer force that she unleashed. Toppling backwards, she lands flat against the ground. The wind knocked from her lungs as her back strikes the back of her chair. She lies there for a time, robes in disarray about her, her pale eyes staring at the darkness about her.

[Jasen "Dreamer" Masters]

Selphia may have only felt a slight effect from her use of power, having lost her balance. Dreamer on the other hand felt the brute force of her raw power slamming into him. In the blink of an eye Dreamer went from standing at the doorway to being planted into the wall across the room, the very sturdy wall. If he had believed his headache was bad before, it was nothing compared to what he felt now.

Dreamer stared into the darkness for a few moments, trying to work his way through the pain until finally, it all just went away. Suddenly, the Darkness seemed so promising, so inviting. Dreamer's eyes began to shine gold as he analyzed what had just happened, that someone had attacked him. He didn't find that very amusing, in fact, he felt he should return the favor.

"Darkness find them
Darkness see
Darkness bind them
Darkness, i let it be"

With those words he sang, the darkness began to bend to his will and he knew where his enemy was almost instantly. Oddly enough, they were laying down on the floor of the library, breathing, but not moving. Darkness continued to do his bidding as it seemed to push and pull whoever it was against the floor, they would be unable to move. Slowly, Dreamer walked back into the library, shutting the door as he walked in. He made his way to the body, but not close enough to see the facial features.

He was too pissed to really care.

"Who are you" Dreamer said as low as he could. In the closed room with only the two of them, it spoke volumes.

[Selphia Dek]

Selphia’ s frost white gaze stared at the ceiling tiles above. The air slowly worked its way back into her lungs. She had managed to press up on her elbows as she started to get up. Her hood hand fallen over her face, with a sweep of her left hand she pushed it back. In that motion though her arm jetted back and was suddenly pinned at an odd angle behind her head. She winced at the pain that emanated through her shoulder. Her head turned, but only a fraction of an inch. Sudden pressure against her body it would seem, disallowed any movement.

Frantic eyes dart from side to side. What was this? Her heart raced, her breathing increased to a level of hyperventilating, which would then bring on passing out. Then where would she be? At the mercy of the one casting charms against her. It was a charm being cast, she was sure of it. Magic had its way of knitting itself around the person. Working into one’s skin. Or was it this magic being used. She felt panicked as she felt the dark tendency behind it.

With her focus altered. Selphia’s head was about to split in two. She slammed her eyes tightly. Fending of the thoughts that entered. Quickly she tried to counter them before dealing with the magic that was working against her. Quickly she fought to gain control over her thoughts. Her prayers, they were lost. She could not focus on them. Her words were grabbled, and made little sense. She tried to move once again, but nothing did.

She remained staring face up, for she could not angle herself in any direction to see who it was that was binding her. Everything was heavy, like a weight was resting upon every muscle. She heard the steps coming toward her.

~Who are you?~

Selphia could not speak. She struggled with words, with her breathing. The temperature about her seemed to grow a degree or so. That had never happened before. But then she had never been attacked like this before. The voice was unfamiliar to her. She would say it was someone within the castle for it could be no one else. Knowing this did not lessen her fear. Perhaps those that were looking for her had found her. A new panic entered her now.

Her energy level was spiking. The bind was creating a world of hurt within Selphia. Never before had her power worked in this manner. She closed her eyes projecting her thought to the person present in hopes to get him to stop.

~Selphia, my name is Selphia. Please stop!~

It was urgent that he stop. The question was, would he?

[Jasen "Dreamer" Masters]

Dreamer's eyes gazed down at the figure below him, pinned down to the ground. Trapped like prey at the will of the predator, Dreamer's anger pushed him to watch as his captive attempted to flee. He watched the pain he was causing, the suffering, the fear. The worse part about it was, he just couldn't seem to care. His magic fought to keep control of him, and it was doing so well. It had waited, always waited, for the chance for Dreamer to show weakness. Selphia had given it that chance, and she was going to pay.

That was, until Dreamer heard it was Selphia.

Selphia, my name is Selphia. Please stop!

Dreamer's eyes opened in shock as he heard the woman speak in his mind. Then he grasped the situation, the figure below him was a woman. Dreamer's mind grew more with worry now, casting away his anger for a moment. Then the anger began to creep back, The magic wasn't ready to let go, but Dreamer was. He forced his will upon it and released Selphia from the spell.

Dreamer cleared the space between him and selphia as fast as he could, kneeling beside her. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, oh Gods, please im so sorry", Dreamer was sincerely worried. Dreamer may not have been good with women, but he was old fashion in wanting to protect them. Having harmed Selphia to the point that she begged him to stop, that tore him apart.

He wouldn't stop apologizing.

[Selphia Dek]

Selphia’s entire being shuddered as the magic continued to work into her skin. It was dark this magic, its user inflicting pain as he willed the magic. She felt every inch of her skin burn. Was it the magic being used that caused it, or her inability to use her own to protect herself? She had never had to protect herself in this manner before. She had always run. This time she had not thought to run. There had been no warning. Flickers of her own energies moved through her body, which was rather painful when it could not find a way to escape. It worked its way to the surface, but was force back by the bind. Oh how it hurt.

As Dreamer’s magic fought him for control, Selphia’s fought for release. It was possible that the binding was doing more harm at keeping her magic locked within her. That was not what a binding spell was supposed to do. Just stop the user from working their charms against others.

Her white gaze looked down toward her toes. For she could not see who it was that was responsible for the bind. A crown of white locks comes into view. From the angle that she was laying she first thought that it was Galeon, her brother. But why would he inflict pain upon her like this. The angst in her eyes as she tried to fathom who it was, if not her brother, and if it were her brother why was he doing this to her.

Closed they came. It was then that she saw the face of her assailant. She could not recall his name, but she had seen him. She had passed him many times in the halls of the castle, and within the guild, but never having the time to talk. True was that she never had the courage to talk to anyone.

She had projected her thoughts beyond herself. Hoping to touch his mind. Recognition seemed slow to come to Dreamer’s face at first, but when she spoke to him via thought, it seemed almost immediately. He released the bind he had worked against her. She was able to finally move. Her hand came down to her side, pressing herself up in a seated position. She scurried back from him until she back struck the wall behind her. In fact it wasn’t a wall at all, but a bookshelf. She struck it with such force that the shelf shifted back and then forward. Books that rested on shelves above came crashing down over top of her. One hit the back of her head. Her arms jetted up to protect herself from them. Kneels curling toward her chest, trying to aid the rest of her body, protecting it further from harm.

When the last of several books finished assaulting her, only then did she feel it safe to lift her gaze. It was upon doing that that she saw Dreamer scurry to her side. Apologizing over and over to her. Her pale gaze locked upon Dreamer’s face. She glanced at the door on the far side of the room, then back at Dreamer. She could see the look upon his face. It appeared to be a look of distress from what she could tell. His words even seemed sincere. She sat there unsure of what to say.

[Jasen "Dreamer" Masters]

Dreamer was lost in his own sense of guilt that he was quiet literally frozen in place. Not wanting to cause anymore alarm, Dreamer watched as Selphia moved back and buried herself in books. It wasn't until after the fact that the situation registered through Dreamer's mind, and he stopped apologizing.

It hurt to see Selphia look between him and the door, it made him feel dangerous, a threat. He had no desire to be neither, and began hating himself for what he had done. He pushed himself passed watching the event play in his mind, trying to be productive, he would swallow himself in guilt later. Lifting his hand up slowly, a sign of peace, he asked "Please, dont leave, your head, let me fix it please".

Dreamer was sure that her head must hurt from the barrage she had accidentally subjected herself too.

[Selphia Dek]

Her jaw clenched tightly as she sat upon the floor looking up at Dreamer. She could do nothing more then look at him for he was the only thing that was stopping her from fleeing the library. She took note of the emotions that registered upon Dreamer’s face. The wave of emotions, namely those of his guilt for causing such strife in her seemed to be the most dominate one.

Selphia was still having a hard time with understanding people. She had Galeon for that. But as of late she had to rely upon herself, which tended to cause situations such as this to occur. Perhaps it was her fault for being out so late at night. She might have startled him. But that energy that came from Dreamer, it was unsettling. She had felt such dark waves before. She was just surprised that she felt them here, in Camelot, within the castle itself.

She twisted her arms back behind her, bending her elbows inward as she pressed herself backwards. She would then press her feet into the ground as she climbed to her feet. His hands came forth in protest to her leaving. His words quickly followed, asking that she not leave. Her head did hurt. She just looked at him, and didn’t move any further. Her lips parted, but nothing came forth. She just nodded.

[Jasen "Dreamer" Masters]

She just stood there, looking at him with those eyes of her's. In comparison to the darkness around them, Her pale features caused her to appear as if standing in pure moonlight, lighting up all of her features. He stared back at her for a few moment before saying, "So i guess its pointless in saying im sorry one more time?". Dreamer waited for a moment before looking out at the casting shadows that surrounding them, and grew a sickening feeling.

Dreamer began to sing for a moment, looking at the shadows past Selphia. One of his eyes began to change to gold, while the other one only shined brighter.

"Light, light,
fill this room with nothing but.."

As Dreamer sang, five balls of light began to slowly form around him and caste the darkness away from the room. When they had formed, Dreamer sent one to each corner of the room, while one took guard on top of the ceiling. The room was well light now, as if it were day time.

Dreamer looked back at Selphia and said, "I felt it would be safer if i pushed a little light back into the room".

[Selphia Dek]

Her pale gaze was locked upon Dreamer the entire time. the influx of energy due to her emotions seemed to stir deep within, and ripple up to the surface. Dreamer might have felt small tremors from standing in such close proximity. It might have been brushed against him, a gently pressure, but strong enough to enable any movement forward. It would be a strange sensation at first.

The way he looked at her was no different then most. Another stir came then, stronger, matching her emotions now. Dreamer would feel it strike his chest firmly, not enough to wind him, just enough to allow him to distance himself before it was done for him. Her left hand moved along the side of her face, uncurling under and smoothing along her jawbone to her neck, then traveling the slender slope of her neckline to the edge of where the fabric of her gown met a small raised flesh beneath. Her finger brushed against it as she looked to Dreamer as he apologized once again.

But his apologize would go unnoticed as Dreamer’s attention shifted to the dark that surrounded them. The slight twinge of emotion that stirred within him, called her attention to him. There was a fine line between light and dark. She could feel the constant flicker within Dreamer. Of course she did not understand it as conflict more then an invasion. Tiny reassesses seemed to be fluxing with a strange mixture of energy. Was it coming from him? She could not tell? Would she ask him, never.

It was in that moment that his voice caress her ears that she felt a soft calm wash over her. Her head tilted to the side as she watched him. His talents obviously lay within his singing. The corners of her mouth slowly turned up. The next moment five balls of light forged before her. Dancing in the space before her before that transcended up toward the ceiling then into the four corners of the room. Basking it in a brightly amber glow. Selphia’s head tilted back as she turned in countless circles, watching the balls of light as they hovered.

“You don’t like the dark, do you?” She asked, still looking at the ceiling.

[Jasen "Dreamer" Masters]

Dreamer had watched, mesmerized by the woman moving around before him. Before, she had seem so weak and defenseless, so desperate to escape him. Now, he couldn't place his finger on it, a power seemed to be flowing through her unconsciously. It was, interesting to say the least, especially as Dreamer watched her trace her finger down....he blushed and looked away. He found it indecent to stare when he had just assaulted the woman.

"You don't like the dark, do you?"

She surprised him, Dreamer looked back at her to see her moving around, gazing at the ceiling. Not for a second did he find her insane, which might hint towards his own lack of sanity. Instead, he found himself at a loss for words. He couldn't explain how he felt, it wasn't the darkness he hated so much now, it was really just...himself. Dreamer was the Darkness, It was his fault he couldn't control himself, it was his fault that everyone around him ended up hurt. It was all his fault.

A passage to a prayer came to mind at that moment, one he felt he must say, "...Where there is darkness, light;...". Oddly it fit so well, Dreamer muttered the words, "Saint Francis,you intelligent bastard". It was meant more for himself, but he wasn't sure if Selphia had heard. He checked out from the world for a moment to think.

Finally he answered her, "You don't want an answer to that question" he smiled, trying to play it off as a joke, trying to cause a change in subject.

[Selphia Dek]

Her gaze traveled about the ceiling to each small ball of light. When she glanced back to Dreamer, she noticed that in this light his face appeared crimson. To the reason she did not know. Was he embarrassed for what he had done? She did not think so. Well embarrassed would not be the word for it. He looked surprised by her question was what she noticed most of all. Had she crossed a boundary in her line of questioning?

Selphia was good at gaining glimpses of thoughts from people. At times she even spoke their thoughts without them knowing that she had in fact slipped into their thoughts. She had thought that it would be wrong to do such to Dreamer. She even wanted to brush his thoughts with her own. To tell him that he need not apologize. It was in that moment of thought and possibly lack of guard to his own mind that Selphia sifted through his thoughts. Not read, just allowing his thoughts to enter her. She was surprised that people never knew how much their thoughts echoed.

She stood leaning against the wall. Her pale gaze drifted between Dreamer and the lit ceiling. “Why do you think you’re at fault?” it was a simple question, though she was certain he would ask why she asked it. Did she tell him? Surely he knew her abilities to touch minds. “Who is Francis?”

The second question puzzled her, as she was sure would her asking. She returned her gaze to the ceiling. “Can you do other things?” She was referring to his abilities. But that question and the others not being answered, would stop more from coming. She took another step out from the wall and moved in circles. “I would not ask you if I did not wish to know.” She spoke of her question referring to his possible dislike to the darkness.

[Jasen "Dreamer" Masters]

I would not ask you if I did not wish to know

Dreamer listened to all of her questions, surprised by her curiosity towards him of all people. Had he not just attacked her? It was odd, then again, he had the tendency for finding the people who where a little less than normal. He didn't mind at all, he actually found it made his life more interesting, it was a mere observation he made. Taking a moment to think, he decided to answer her question one by one.

"Quiet the load of questions, ill see if i can produce enough answers..." it was the least he could do, considering the circumstance. Referring to her first question, Dreamer assumed she was speaking about the attack, "I alone attacked you, i find fault where it is earned". Next he answered her question on Francis, which didn't surprise him as much as it should considering he whispered a line from one of his prayers. "Saint Francis is a saint and a Scholar, i found a prayer in a book i cannot recall the name of...".

He paused for a moment when she asked if he could do other things, more because that was a question he found he was lost for words. Honestly, he could do more, likely not even as much as he could possible do. Yet, he had other things he could do, other abilities that did not dwell within the confines of Darkness. "I can do many things" was all he said, he figured that if she wanted to be more specific, she would do so.

He did all of this while standing, not quiet still, and yet not very relaxed. His feet were beginning to ache from standing, but he didnt consider moving while he watched Selphia, answering each of the questions she provided.