Yama and Wysteria

[Delta]

Yama kicked open the door of Wysteria's apartment. He was not one to use keys.
He set the seemingly lifeless body down on the bed, with care he would not have shown if this mare was not his mage.
He prodded her, he was impatient to get to work.
"Wake up." He grunted as he checked her body for burns.

[Rose Rebellion]

Having been one of the first pulled from the blaze, Wystera's purple body remained unmarked in remembrance of the event.

Suddenly pulled from whatever dreamless sleep she was in, Wysteria reacted much in the way anyone else would. She jumped back, eyes widened, startled and alarmed. When her eyes met Yama's, she froze, everything flooding back to her with overwhelming speed. Fear rose up in her so fast that she choked out some inaudible sound.

"S-Silver Shadow?! Did he get out, is he safe?!," she was plagued with much the same questions she had before her brief reunion with him.

[Delta]

Yama decided to pull his 'calm and collected Yama' trick on her again.

He sat on the bed an picked up her hoof with his, one hoof on the bottom and one on the top. He was about to say something but he had a fantastic idea.

"I'm sorry," He purred. "He-- He didn't make it." A fake tear rolled down his cheek as he lied to his hearts content. "I tried to get him out of the fire but a burning rafter fell on him and-- Well, I'd rather not go into detail."

He rubbed her hooves. It would be hard convincing her that he really cared when he had just given a beating to Silverfall. But convincing her he was dead should be easy.

"But there is something I can do." He leaned closer and whispered in her ear. "I can bring him back from the dead, but I'm too weak. I need you to try as hard as you can with this magery thing." His eyes stared into hers. "Reviving someone is hard work. And I need you to return my strength to me."

He knew Silver Shadow was really alive of course; But this was sure to work.

"Please. Do it for me." He whispered. "And do it for Silver Shadow..."

[Rose Rebellion]

(now you really got to make sure they never bump into each other again, lol, she'll know right away you lied)

"He...h-he..."

Wysteria didn't need much to que her waterworks again. He had caught her hook, line, and sinker at "He-- He didn't make it." Of course, all ready convinced, the purple mare never took notice of his mock concern. All she knew was that suddenly the world she was building up around her had crumbled, if the other day hadn't crumbled it all ready.

"But there is something I can do."

Quickly her tears stopped, face and ears upright, worry and hope in her eyes. "What, I'll do anything to help him, to bring him back!" Sad, but the truth. Love made anyone do crazy things, and Wysteria wasn't exempt from this.

"All I have to do is be your mage? What...how do I even go about this?," Wysteria questioned him, swallowing all fear and any aggression (he was responsible for his death after all, and the purple mare would surely want to seek vengeance) she may have towards him. "I don't have any magic."

[Delta]

The God of Death and Darkness stood up and made it look like he was thinking.
"I sense prophetic powers in you..." He rumbled.
He walked into the living area and noticed an easel set up.
"Wysteria!" He called. "In here. Draw on this easel for me." He walked into the kitchen and picked up a tea towel.
"I'm going to blindfold you. Draw whatever comes to mind."
He knew exactly what he was doing.

[Rose Rebellion]

"Prophetic abilities?," Wysteria questioned back, slightly confused. Hadn't she just stated she had no magical abilities? Ever since the purple mare discovered the abilities other ponies could possess, especially unicorns, Wysteria had tried desperately to discover any of her own. She was a 26-year-old mare, and if she hadn't found any powers by now, she doubted ever having them.

Still, just the very idea of having powers, let alone prophetic powers, baffled her. Reluctantly she crawled off of her bed to Yama's side in front of her easel. Looking about, she realized Moon Crystal wasn't around. Wysteria was very thankful for this. The last thing she wanted was for Yama to be cruel to anyone else, especially her.

Before being blindfolded, the purple mare placed up a sketching pad and grabbed a sharpened pencil. Having now complete blockage of any sight of her pad, Wysteria began to randomly sketch at first. It was no surprise that with a heavy heart that she would sketch Silver Shadow. And at first, that is what she believed she was doing.

However it was almost as if Yama's presence sparked something deep inside the purple mare that lay dormant. It was something that was unfamiliar to Wysteria, and in trying to determine what it was, her mind began to drift, blank out.

Her hoof moved across the pad with fast, confident strokes. With in ten minutes, the pad was well covered with deep marks and figures. Wysteria continued on, as if something else were moving her hoof, as her mind was blank of thought and emotion with no recollection of time, shrouded in darkness.

[Delta]

Yama watched her drawing, every now and then nodding and mumbling things to himself. He had no look of surprise on his face; Such a thing was a rare sight on the all-knowing stallion.

Finally, after a long while of watching her artistic abilities, and muttered, "Stop."
He stood behind her and took off her blindfold.
"Wysteria," He spoke. "You have drawn the Mage war."

[Rose Rebellion]

Wysteria's hoof halted the moment Yama announced his order. Awareness returned to her moments after, her mind waking up slowly.

Opening her eyes as the blindfold was removed, Wysteria caught her first glimpse of what she'd done. Her jaw dropped.

The quality in itself was impossible for any blindfolded individual that alone was enough to shock the artist. All the lines were crisp and clean, and aside a small spot where she originally was drawing Silver Shadow, it was done with an expert hoof.

Wysteria could not recognize it as her own work. Surely it was another trick of Yama's, as the purple mare hardly ever drew an image so...dark and gruesome. She swallowed hard, trying to take it all in. "What was the mage war?"

[Delta]

(Sorry, the internet's been down, I managed to get on the work compy though...)

(uh... How do I explain what the mage war was when I don't know what it was? Btw, You are free to play Yama while he's in this topic because I'm not sure how long I'll be internet-less)

"I'll explain it all in due time..." He muttered. He turned away from her and closed his eyes, thinking.
"You need rest." He said as he turned back to face her. "Go to bed, sleep, whatever, and we'll carry on in the morning."

[Rose Rebellion]

(The mage wars was explained in a lengthy post in the main board somewhere, written by Amber from the perspective of Tyr's Mage, Ademinar)

Wysteria almost had the guts in her to pursue the issue further. She wanted to know why she drew such a horrible, horrible scene! It was confusing, she refused to believe herself a prophet, yet, she couldn't explain why she'd drawn it when she wasn't even thinking of it. The artist wanted answers....

Yama turned back to face her with his suggestion of sleep. And that was that, Wysteria knew that the issue would not be pressured farther. This new order did strike something to her, if he was so hard on her to start her training, why stop so suddenly? Wysteria wanted to get this done! She needed to help Silver Shadow! No...he's right...how can I help Yama when I'm so drained...

Not saying a word to the dark god, Wysteria forced herself grudgingly back to bed. She prayed briefly to the rainbow for help, to prevent Moony from getting in Yama's wrath, and curled up into bed. Sleep took hold almost instantly.

The purple mare took slow, hesitant steps into the woods. Soft streams of evening light wafted through the many trees, casting a feel of seclusion and comfort. Not at all feeling threatened, Wysteria stepped further in, walking daintily onward.

Her green eyes wandering about the surroundings, as artists tend to do from habit. Until her eyes laid upon purple hues of a unicorn stallion. Wysteria's hear skipped a beat as she let a soft, but happy whinny at his appearance. Skipping shyly forward, she dared to speak his name with red cheeks forming, "Silver Shadow!"

Suddenly black, Wysteria froze, eyes wide. Silver Shadow was still present in this darkened sudden void. Nervously, Wysteria stepped closer to him, "Silver Shadow...?" The attack followed swiftly and in blurs of motion that Wysteria could not decipher between the unicorn's body and it's attacker. She screamed, suddenly seeing splatters of red before her. The purple mare cried in vain for the attacker to stop...and it did once Silver Shadow fell abruptly unmoving to the ground.

Wysteria remind silent, mouth ajar, more so in shock then anything else. Silver Shadow....dead...and at the attacker's hooves... Wysteria stared hard at the culprit. A mare colored dark with dirt and blood, from the wounds given and received. Wysteria could clearly see this attacker being female, her hair tangled and stained as her body. The attacker was her reflection from out in Outer Edges, the attacker was herself.

"No...no..," Wysteria began to shake her head. Her duplicate's dark and beady eyes bored down into her. "Oh, that's right, no need to deny it, Wysteria.," the reflection mocked her, "YOU killed him. Isn't that right? He's dead because of you?"

"NO! It's not my fault!!"

"Are you so certain?," the other giggled, dropping to the ground and playfully rolling in the dirt. Just as if it was no big deal, that it was a relaxing ordinary day.

Wysteria swallowed, fighting back an urge to run and cry. Seeing her worry, the other Wysteria continued. "You know Yama wouldn't have sought out mages that weren't capable of doing some bad things. And I mean bad.," she replied, glancing up to her.

That didn't seem right. Wysteria could hardly find it in her to kill spiders, let alone do anything 'bad', whatever that may have entitled. Trying desperately to defend herself, she sputtered out, "Are you implying I purposely wanted Silver Shadow to die?!!"

The dark Wysteria grinned, "So you admit you killed him?"

"No! I-" "You what?," the other said, lifting her head plastered with a serious expression. "You didn't mean for it to happen? You tasted blood..." She said seethingly, pointing an accusing hoof to her, "Eventually you will want more."

Wysteria shook her head in refusal. It wasn't possible! She couldn't accept it! "I'd never do it! I couldn't kill anyone!"

"But you did. Face facts. And, what is not to say you won't blank out like you did during your arts and crafts hour, hmmm? You had no idea that you were drawing one of the most critical and gruesome fights of this world. If a mere blindfold can do that to you, than you wouldn't know if you were killing someone with one on. You know a painters spade is about the same wieght as a cheap knife-"

"STOP IT!!," she yelled back, her voice trembling. Shakily she pointed a hoof back, "You drew the image! DIDN'T YOU?!!"

"Bingo.," the darker Wysteria stood, smiling smugly. She walked around her, looking the sweet and shy one over. "I am your darker side, Wysteria. It is me that Yama is interested in. When your supposed training is done, you'll have drawn thousands of battle images, deaths, moments of glory. It’s just the step-by-step motions needed to know how to fight. Reviewing 'videos' of battle. All old Yama's got to do is blind fold you and you're a killing machine ready for combat."

"No....please stop this," she whimpered back, "I can't do it, I just can't."

The other bent down to her ear, and whispered, "It's all ready too late."

[Delta]

Yama sat at the foot of the bed. He knew what Wysteria was dreaming.

(Mind if he enters the dream? )

[Rose Rebellion]

(not at all, you aren't on MSN, want to go into the rp's chat?)

[Delta]

(On the bad comp with no msn. Meet ya in there.)

[Delta]

Yama closed his eyes and entered Wysteria's dream...

A pair of dark red eyes appeared in the dark forest. They stared at Wysteria menacingly... They kept coming closer until out of the darkness formed a Black cloak.

"There's no fighting it Wysteria. There is a dark side to you and I want it. The Darker side wants to come out to play... Why must you keep up your good ways, nice ponies finish last..." He chuckled. "But it's not like you have a choice, anyway...

[Rose Rebellion]

Suddenly Wysteria felt a chill. The other's face turned into a bright toothy display of excitement. "Speak of the devil!," she cheered, "Oh, dear, now was that really a right choice of words for?"

Wysteria felt as if she were about to be sick. Here was a dupilicate of herself, and in always she was her, except for that darker force she emitted. This playful, devious side of her that Wysteria was certain should never have existed. Yet, here she was, her prophetic darker side. It was no wonder Wysteria never thought she posessed any abilities, she never sought the darker route to find them.

Silently her head lowered, half in defeat. Yet, a tiny burning inside her was enraged at the very thought of what was being spoken and expected of her. The artist lacked the self confidence to denfend herself, not after what Yama had put her through. And she had to do it. Silver Shadow didn't deserve what had happened because of her. She owed it to him.

"Yes, yes, yes," the other Wysteria clicked her tongue, quoting Razz, "Nice ponies finished last. It's time you take what should be yours, just let me do all the work. You'll be respected-"

"I'll be feared and hated," Wysteria barked back lowly, silently accepting that this was unavoidable. Normally Wysteria was pretty optimistic about living in general, but for once, Wysteria could easily say that she hated her life then.