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Jupiter Ascending [Pt. 2 | Journey Into Priesthood]

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#1Rhea 

Jupiter Ascending [Pt. 2 | Journey Into Priesthood] Empty Thu Oct 31, 2024 11:57 pm

Rhea


Rhea



Here the Storm Weaver stood, and before her, the entrance of rock and vines yawned as if the earth had rent itself open for her alone. There was a moment of brace as she gazed at what lie ahead, a dark portal filled with the spirit of the unknown. If she wasn't prepared, the shamans would know soon enough. With a deep breath, Rhea clenched her fist. Stepping through, a low humming drummed like a vibration beneath her skin, the world shifted and the dark stone tunnel gave way to a realm alive with an otherworldly light.

Above her, a stormy sky sprawled overhead, jagged streaks of lightning cracking through thick clouds that swirled shades of green, blue, purples and black. A thunder rolled in waves--a hungry growl that echoed across a barren landscape. Before her lay a large, open field of rocks and twisted, gnarled trees, their branches had extended toward the chaotic sky like fingers desperate for the salvation it would never get.

The very air felt charged with power. Rhea felt it seep into her bones, stirring a raw, ancient something in her spirit. She steadied herself with a deep breath as the familiar current of her magic--her connection to the skies and storm--coursed through her. Yet, there was a difference this time. The power surged hotter, wilder, clawing for a release as if testing her restraint. She had come here to prove herself--the Storm Weaver--to mastery over elements that would rage around her without succumbing to chaos.

The wind, as if whipped on cue, whirled through her hair in a frenzy around her face, pulled at the seams of her clothes, and whipped debris up and around her feet. Rhea lifted her hand and called forth a storm inside herself, channeling the wind, the rain, the lightning that was hers to command. A step forward, eyes narrowed down into a determined line, but the earth quivered beneath her feet, as if to mock the confidence in her eyes.



#2Rhea 

Jupiter Ascending [Pt. 2 | Journey Into Priesthood] Empty Fri Nov 01, 2024 12:07 am

Rhea



The wind suddenly wailed, whipping around her in spiraling tornadoes that rose from the ground, circling her like predators closing in on their prey. The force of it knocked her back a step and she planted her feet firmly, gritting her teeth against the sting of dirt and debris that lashed her skin. She tried to stand firm, calling upon her power to push back, but the tornadoes simply spun faster, whipping her hair across her face and tearing at her clothes.

"Is this what you think strength looks like?" A voice, sharp and cold as ice, cut through the chaos and seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. Rhea's eyes flickered, but there was no one. Only the wind and the storm, circling, unyielding.

"Who's there?!" she demanded, her voice cracking and lost in the roar of the storm.

A low, mocking laugh answered her, echoing from every direction. "Rhea Alvarez, the warrior, the protector, the child of La Luna, the Sorceress Supreme… and yet here you stand, lost and powerless before the very storm you claim to control."

Rhea's fists clenched, and her heartbeat quickened. "I have come to prove myself worthy...I am not afraid of this storm!"

"Oh, but you are," the voice sneered, words dripping with contempt like honey. "Tell me, did you really think you could control something so wild and untamed as this storm? You, who left your people, who left Stella to fight for strangers in Fiore--are you even still one of them?"

The accusation struck her more vitally than she might have thought possible. Her determination faltered. "I am Stellan," she roared, her voice hashing out with its own potent defiance. "My blood, my spirit--it all belongs to my homeland!"

A more violent gust of wind than any thus far whipped around her, sending her stumbling, nearly knocking her off her feet. She braced herself, fighting for her footing, but her power was distant, slipping through her grasp like sand. The storm swirled closer, tightening, the tornadoes closing their circle, and voices--dozens of them--filled the air, each one stabbing her like a shard of ice.



#3Rhea 

Jupiter Ascending [Pt. 2 | Journey Into Priesthood] Empty Fri Nov 01, 2024 12:22 am

Rhea



"Do you think you deserve this kind of power? Do you actually believe you can keep Stella safe?"

Rhea bit her teeth, her heart skipping a beat. She knew these were hallucinations, tricks to unsettle her, to test the firmness of her determination. But the voices sounded real, each word successfully gnawing at the insecurities she had kept buried deep inside.

"You have abandoned us, Rhea. You ran off to Fiore, leaving your people behind. And for what? To play the hero? To fight battles that were never yours?"

The pang of guilt hit her, unbidden. She had left Stella, that much was true. But it wasn't to abandon her people. The sorceress had gone to seek strength, to learn what it meant to protect and serve. She'd been so sure that one day she would return for good and finish what @Mzuma started, but now… doubt clawed at her, wrapping around her heart like a vice.

The storm surged higher, lightning flashing across the sky so close she felt the static raise goosebumps on her skin. The tornadoes spun faster, drawing her in, closing in around her space, trapping her in against the walls of wind that pressed in to steal her breath. The elf could barely breath.

"Look at yourself," another voice sneered, this low and menacing. "Do you honestly think you can protect your homeland? You're weak. A pretender. Nothing more."

Rhea fisted her hands so tightly, her fingernails stabbed into the skin of her palms. She struggled to call her power, but energy inside her seemed unstable, breaking free of her grasp. The voices were ceaseless, and their accusations pierced deeper, each one a twisting knife in her heart.

"Your father would be ashamed of you."



#4Rhea 

Jupiter Ascending [Pt. 2 | Journey Into Priesthood] Empty Fri Nov 01, 2024 1:08 am

Rhea



That one broke her. Words sliced through her like a blade, cruel and unsparing, piercing through armor she'd managed to build around herself. Her father, Mzuma-the man who had wrestled so hard for Stella's freedom, had given everything to protect their people. She had always cherished his memory, his bequeathed heritage a guiding star. And yet, here she was, failing in the very thing that would honor his memory.

Tears pricked her eyes as she fought to hold them back, but the pressure in her chest grew unbearable-the weight of her failures upon her, suffocating her.

"You're nothing, Rhea," the voices whispered in unison, so cruel and unforgiving. They were set on breaking her down and causing her to fail.

"You're just a girl, chasing dreams of power you'll never deserve."

She fell to her knees, the storm around her raging, her heart pounding in her chest with anger and despair. She had come to prove herself, to win the favor of the gods, to honor her father's memory. Now, she felt small against such a massive force. There was a hollowness in her chest and one tear ran down her cheek, then another, as freely the tears streamed down her face, her head thrown back in defeat as she sank to her knees.

"I… I am worthy," the storm weaver whispered, her voice hoarse with emotion, but even as she spoke the words, they sounded false, even to her own ears.

The storm raged once more, the winds whooping with laughter at her, drowning out her words. "You? Worthy?" The voice laughed now, cold, so very, very cold. "You are nothing but a shadow, clinging to a legacy you don't understand. You will never be your father. You will never be a protector."

Rhea's heart shattered, the weight of the elf's doubts crushing her from within. She had failed. Failed her father, failed her people, failed herself. She had convinced herself that she was moving slow and steadily to make her dreams a reality, but perhaps she had only been lying to herself. Perhaps the life she truly wanted was in Fiore.



#5Rhea 

Jupiter Ascending [Pt. 2 | Journey Into Priesthood] Empty Fri Nov 01, 2024 1:22 am

Rhea



But then, deep in the despair, a spark flickered. A memory, faint yet fierce, rose to the surface--a memory of the voice of her mother, calm and steady, speaking words of comfort when she'd been a child, failing to score during hunting with her cousins.

--FLASHBACK--

Coming back from the dense, sprawling jungles of Stella. A child, barely past her eleventh summer, with her spirit weighed down heavy with shame. Hunting dinosaurs was a rite of passage among her family, a challenge taken on with pride and shared by the Alvarez children. Usually, she was the best of them, and her instincts and agility were unmatchable even by her older cousins. But that day, the jungle had simply overwhelmed her, missing her arrows and making clumsy, loud movements that broadcasted her position to every creature within a stone's throw.  And she had come back when her cousins came back, all of them with trophies in their possession, while she came back empty handed, holding her head low with rimmed red eyes from unshed tears.

As the sun had set that evening beneath the shade of the treetops, she'd retreated to a quiet corner of the village, wrapping her arms around her knees, trying to make herself small, unseen. Her thoughts were tangled in frustration--she always thought she was strong, that she was in possession of a gift. Yet, out there among the towering trees and the unseen dangers of the jungle, she had been helpless, swallowed whole by her own fear and her own limitations.

She was framed by the deep green of the jungle's edge, her silhouette found by her mother, Talis. She seemed to materialize out of nothing as if she had been born from the leaves themselves. Rhea's small fingers had gripped her knees. She had been embarrassed by the failure she could not hide from her mother's knowing gaze.

Her mother knelt beside her, laying one warm hand on her back to reassure her. The touch was gentle and grounding, Rhea could remember it like it was yesterday. The young elf's shame and frustration dissolved into quiet acceptance. Talis's voice was steady and calming, wrapping itself around Rhea like a cocoon, softening the raw edges.

"Strength isn't about never falling, mija," her mother had told her in a voice deep and full of the wisdom of the forest itself. "It's about standing up, even when you've fallen a thousand times. This land we are part of, it is wild and powerful. We must learn to rise with it or fall with it, as one."

It was a simple truth, but one she could feel deep in her bones. And so, even as a child, Rhea had understood. Her mother wasn't teaching her how to hunt so much as how to live, how to carry her failures without letting them define her. From that day forward, Rhea went into the jungle with a new determination, her mother's words sounding in her head like a heartbeat.

--FLASHBACK END--



#6Rhea 

Jupiter Ascending [Pt. 2 | Journey Into Priesthood] Empty Fri Nov 01, 2024 1:28 am

Rhea



Rhea's hands firmed into fists, her nails digging deep into her palms until the warm trickle of blood grounded her, piercing through the fog of despair. One shaky breath, and then another, and her heartbeat finally steadied. She forced herself to her feet as she swayed, but stood firm. The storm raged on endlessly, yet her gaze was like steel as she watched it with new awakened eyes. She hadn't come here to be crushed by this power--she had come to command it.

As if sensing that, the howling winds screeched, turning violent once more. The tempest was eager to see her fall. It twisted itself into shapes of torment--figures rising out of the gale with familiar faces. Warped versions of her cousins, her mother, and her father. Their mouths open in a silent accusations, eyes glinting with contempt. The Sorceress's breath caught when her father's face formed from the wind, his eyes were cold and his mouth a thin line of disappointment.

"You are not ready, Rhea," his voice rumbled deep and rich across the chaos, just as it ever had.

"You would falter like a leaf caught in the current. How might you protect us, protect Stella, when you cannot even conquer yourself?"

The elf felt the sting of his words as they clawed into the core of her insecurities. Every word from her father cut like a knife as each accusation tore at her heart and dragged from her the depths of hidden memories of failure and fear. Images flashed before her mind's eye of Stella at war, its lands withering beneath foreign hands. Rhea's hands began to shake, fighting to hold on to herself, yet the storm tugged at her, testing her courage, hissing with insidious undertones into her ear:

You have become weak from your time away, and it is strength Stella needs.



#7Rhea 

Jupiter Ascending [Pt. 2 | Journey Into Priesthood] Empty Fri Nov 01, 2024 1:30 pm

Rhea



Still, deep within her beyond the pain, a spark lit. She straightened, her chin lifting, and in the most un-hesitant of manners, she hollered back, her voice cutting through the wailing winds. "I am Rhea Alvarez, daughter of Stella and Sorceress Supreme. I am the Storm Weaver, and I do not bend."

The tornadoes faltered, their fury stuttering at her defiance. With every ounce of strength left within her, deeper she reached into that almost forgotten wellspring of power. This was more than control; this was about embracing what was hers. She opened her palms toward the roiling sky and no longer tried to seize the storm but merge with it--to be its pulse, to be its breath.

The winds shifted, wrapping around the Storm Weaver instead of tearing her apart. They were fierce but protective like a cocoon of wild energy that resonated with her heartbeat. Lightning traced the path of her veins, thunder rumbled within her chest, and rain poured from her skin as if she were the source itself, as if every droplet answered to her soul's command. No more Rhea Alvarez fighting the storm, but Rhea Alvarez, the storm.

As confidence settled in, the tormenting visions began to dissipate and the faces in the storm vanished like mist as she reclaimed her truth. She exhaled deeply, releasing with it every haunting whisper that had ever clawed at her heart, every doubt that had attempted to root itself within her mind. Now, there was only the electric hum of power coiling through her like a serpent-coiled waiting and fierce. She'd proved herself to the storm, but more importantly, she'd proved herself to her own fears.



#8Rhea 

Jupiter Ascending [Pt. 2 | Journey Into Priesthood] Empty Fri Nov 01, 2024 1:36 pm

Rhea



In the quiet afterward, she felt the weight of Stella, an ancient strength wrapped about her like a warm quilt. Winds began to silence into whispers, carrying on them the faintest echoes of her homeland; the rivers that turned through heavy jungles, the faraway calls of birds she had grown up with. A rare peace fell across her. No doubts. No voices. Only the silence after her storm was spent, a silence that tasted like victory.

The clouds rent apart, and stars appeared in the blackened sky above her. And for the first time tonight, she felt calm wash over her, the kind that only came after a fierce, brutal fight. But before she could indulge in that moment, the earth beneath her bucked and distorted, and the sky with it, twisting dramatically. Shadows scurried across the clearing, thickening the air with an ominous rhythm. Whatever came next, she knew, was going to be darker and perhaps even deadlier than what she'd just overcome.

The trials were far from over.

[2,500+/2,500]

[END]



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