Post by Ashti Sandburst on Mar 1, 2012 19:33:17 GMT
(O-RP : Sorry Blue-berry. The chapter is longer than I planned. I then cut it in three part. this one is the second. And don't worry, The last part will be shorter, I am nearly to finish it and it will make transition with Arabesque and Blueberry's screen time. Sorry Again, i know there is a lot of texts and few actions.. it's just that I need it to develop Ashti's psyché. You are free to don't read this post. But the last part will be here soon and leading to battles as Into the Dream or Legacy Omen.)
At these words Ashti reacted. It was a holy place that he would be profaned… and… also he was scared. Scared that this seer distorts it.
D-do not goes here… please… do not…
Tiresias didn't listen to Ashti, continuing his job.
Il semblerait que trois choses te tiennent à cœur par-dessus tout… malgré tes amis ou proches, ceux-ci, tu serais prêt a donner ta vie pour. Et ses trois choses sont Deerham, ton devoir, et Arabesque…
(It seems that these three things are close to your heart above all… despite your friends or relative, these-ones, you will be ready to sacrifice your life for. And these three things are Deerham, your duty, and Arabesque…)
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Tu sembles les chérir bien plus que nécessaire. Un fait intéressant, to mentor Salim… n'en fait pas partit, malgré le fait de d'avoir élevé dans l'opulence et le savoir, malgré l'amour qu'il t'a apporté il ne rentre pas dans l'équation, car tu le considère que comme un parrain, ni plus ni moins… pas plus que Bastion Crown ton fidèle garde du corps… tu le considère comme important mais… pas suffisamment pour sacrifier ta vie pour lui car tu considères que son travail EST de ce sacrifier pour toi. Tu le traite en ami car c'est un allié, car il est un serviteur parfait… un autre ami, Mytus… pour toi, malgré les quelques épreuves passée, il ne représente qu'un ami éphémère. Tu ne vois en lui qu'une connaissance, ne le contactant que si nécessaire… vous n'avez presque pas de relation ou interaction entre vous et de tout façon lorsque tu retourneras dans ta terre d'accueil… tu l'oublieras, comme Photon Apostible, Epher, Elain, Dream Gaze, Strafe Gallop, ta famille… ils sont important pour toi, mais pas suffisamment car le plus important reste avec toi : Arabesque.
(You seem to cherish more than necessary. An interesting fact, your mentor Salim… is not form a part of it, despite bring you up in wealth and knowledge, despite the love he gave to you he is out of the equation, because you only consider him as a tutor no more no less… as for Bastion Crown your faithful bodyguard… he is important to you but… not enough to sacrifice your like to him because you consider that his duty it IS to sacrifice himself to you. You treat him as a friend, because he is the perfect servitor… another friend Mytus… for you, despite some event shred together, he is just a passing friend. You only see in him an acquaintance, taking contact with him only if necessary. For that matter you think nothing of him… you have few interaction with Mytus and anyway when you will return to your welcoming place… you will forget him, as Photon Apostible, Epher, Elain, Dream Gaze, Strafe Gallop, your family… there are relatively important to you, but not sufficiently because the most important stay near of you : Arabesque.)
All this laïus, Ashti tried to not hear the Tiresias' analyses. But his voice was omnipresent, not only on the room but also in the soul of Ashti, then he was not able to do a mental barrier because this was not illusion or telepathy. And a part of Ashti was curious to hear it. Suddenly, two paths appeared: Only leading to a representation of Deerham, the other leading to Arabesque. The Sandlander was in the start of the two ways, he frowned. He was very amazed, he saw many things in his life, and anyway he guessed understand the next event.
… I have to chose, n'est-ce pas ?
Tout à fait. Mais le contexte est important : Tu dois choisir ce que est le plus chère pour toi, tu ne peux en choisir qu'un, l'autre sera perdu à jamais… Alors que choisis-tu ? Qu'est ce qui ait plus important pour toi ? Ton choix mettra fin à ce procès… mais attention ! Ce que tu sacrifieras disparaitra définitivement... pour de vrais.
(Indeed. But the context is important: You have to choose why is dearest to you, you can only choose one, the other will be lost forever… so, what do you choose? What is the more important to you ? Your choice will ends this trial… watch out ! What you will sacrifice will be definitely erased… for reality.)
"It's bluff! It's totally bluff!" It was the first think of Ashti. For him all this was just a sadistic game, and not great deal. He was not idiot, it was just acting.
You cannot do it! And… what on Semite you will do that?
… Je suis capable de voir dans les âmes, je peux faire bien plus. Crois-moi mon enfant, mon devoir me le permet et de toute façon… rien ne dure, avec le temps tous se perd. Ce qui existe maintenant disparaîtra demain.
(I am able to see into the souls, I can do more. Believe me my foal, my duty allow me it and anyway… nothing remains, with time all disappears. That which exist now, shall fades away tomorrow.)
The voice… his voice. The intonation made sure Ashti… it was not bluff, this guy was able to do it, he felt it. Now, the Sandlanders realized his own situation. It was not a game and he was near to sacrifice Deerham or… Arabesque. At this moment Ashti felt a knot of fear. It was impossible for him to choose, he loved both.
I…
Je vais t'aider: Si tu choisis Deerham, tu sauveras la vie de ton peuple et ta place… mais Arabesque dépérira, mourra, trahie par ton choix.
Si tu choisis Arabesque, la terre que tu aimes tant tombera en ruine, te privant d'une maison et d'un travail, d'une mission. Cependant tu vivras avec Arabesque, seuls mais saufs… et après tout, que vaux la vie de millier d'inconnus… si le plus important est avec toi ?
(I will help you : If you choose Deerham, you will save the life of your people and your social status… but Arabesque will waste away, perish, betrayed by your choice.
If you choose Arabesque, the homeland that you love so much will fall, losing a house and your job, a mission. However you will live along with Arabesque, alones but safes… and after-all, what is the value of a thousand of unknown peoples… if the most important thing is with you ?)
I… I…
With anxiety Ashti gazed two paths, switching between Arabesque and Deerham…
I… will… take no one of these roads !
Tiresias blinked… yeah, I know I know… and replied with a quiet voice.
Est-ce là ton dernier mot ? Ton choix absolu…?
(Is that your last word ? Your absolute choice?)
Yes… it is !
The young unicorn felt like it was the good answer, then he told it with confidence and a clear voice. But when he saw the face of the seer which, at these words, shook his head, disappointed, Ashti felt bad.
… Tu as choit bien mal…
(… You have chosen poorly…)
Wait what?
Pour certaines ethnies, l'indécision est un crime… en refusant de choisir tu as préféré sacrifier les deux choses qui t'étaient chères, au lieu de tenter d'en sauver un. C'était idiot, égoïste et mal joué.
(For some ethnic groups, indecisiveness is a crime... In refusing to choose you have preferred sacrificed the two things that were dear to you, instead attempt to save one. It was stupid, selfish and misplayed…)[/b]
The Sandlander had the impression that his heart was cut, choked to be the architect of his demise he collapsed on his knees, tears of rage and despair on his face. While, in the background, Deerham fell in ruin and Arabesque fell on the ground, lifeless. These images was quite strong for him, and even if he felt guilty his spirit tuned into starting wrath. The voice of Tiresias, quiet, resounded.
Dis-moi, de quelle couleur est le monde ? Blanc, noir, les deux?
(Tells me, from what couloirs the world is made ? White, black, Both ?)
I… I… I SEE it black…White and GREY !
…Intéressant. Contrairement à maintes personnes, tu ne penses pas qu'il y ait que le noir et le blanc, bien et mal… tu vois plus loin que ce concept. Mais le noir avec un peu de blanc, restera noir, et ne sera juste que plus claire. Le blanc avec une pointe de noir deviendra a blanc foncé… il y a moult tons et tous peuvent être vu comme du gris… mais même le gris est un peu triste, bien que réaliste.
(… Interesting. Unlike a lot of people, you don't think that it is black and white, that there is only Good and Evil… you see further than this concept. But the black with a little of white, it become clear-black. The white with a hint of black, became dark white… there is a lot of tones and all could be seen as grey… but even grey is a bit sad, although realistic… Well, this trial is over.)
Ashti was irritated by Tiresias and his philosophy, but the bottom of Tiresias' scepter hit the floor and all the background vanished, leaving both in the first room. As if nothing was happens… maybe it was the case, nothing was sure was Tiresias. Humiliated and wrathful, Ashti activated his clairvoyance and saw the soul of the Seer : he was younger than he was, maybe around the 30's, his white eyes was Persian green and mane tan-colored and the soul also protected by four locks.
And without Tiresias can react, Ashti blew all the lock in the same times under the effect of wrath. The sight of the Sandlander was taken into a flash of light, strong and sudden, which made him blind… under the effect of wrath and a burst of magic, the clairvoyance was became much powerful… but… his yes burned him, and his sight was filed by lights. It was not very painful but it was like sand into eyes. While the unicorn tried to recover his sight, a noise resounded, a sound of… waves? Next was seagulls. Little by little the light turned into a beach of gilded sands, a sunny sky, cloudless, and translucent sea. The wrath of Ashti vanished… at this image of a paradisiac island. Steps resounded and it was a younger Tiresias which walked towards, not very enjoyed.
Ούτ οφ μού χεαδ… ούτ οφ μού χεαδ…Τώρα !
(Out of my head… out of my head… Now !)
The germs on his scepter started to glows, as a threat or warning.
Εγώ αμ θε ονε ωηιχ "σεε", νοτ εσύ.
(I am the one which "see", not you.)
So… we are in your spirit ? Interesting… I will stay here.
The Seer was menacing with his scare and battle glance… but Ashti have decided to remain here… and if Tiresias asked, it was because he was not able to expulse the unicorn out of his spirit… Then he sighted, looking the sky, nostalgic.
Ιτ'ς βεεν α ωηιλε… Ένας βεαυτιφυλ λανδσκαπε, ης νοτ ιτ ?
(It's been a while… A beautiful landscape, isn't it ?)
The Ambassador doesn't answer, but mentally acquiesced. But he thought to other thing… the language of Tiresias… it was a kind of equestrian, but with foreign words, as the result of a bad translator… maybe it was due to the fact that Ashti had forced Tiresias' soul, making a bug into him… or something like this.
Καυγητ ιν μού οων τραπ ? Héhé.
(Caught in my own trap ? Hehe.)
If is voice was still younger than normally, the language changed as Tiresias succeeded to fix the bug.
Même si Celestia est influente, il y a des nations qui échappent à sa juridiction. Je suis né dans une de ses terres, une ile à présent disparue. Fils d'artisans, j'ai grandi dans une relative tranquillité. À une époque où la vraie magie ne servait plus d'arme... n'étais plus utilisée. Néanmoins cette ile était souvent troublée par des dissidents des guerres passées, avide de conquêtes. Depuis mon enfance j'avais le don de lire dans le cœur des gens... et j'aspirais à mieux que cette vie. J'ai alors tôt fait de m'engager dans les défenses insulaire, et de mettre à profit mon talent de perception notamment envers les prisonniers.
(Even if Celestia is influential, there is a nation which escapes from her jurisdiction. I am born in one of these lands, an island now disappeared. Son of artisans, I grew up in a relatively calm. In a time when the true magic was no more a weapon… was no more used. Nevertheless this island was often bothered by dissidents from past-wars, avid for conquests. Since my foalhood I had the gift to read into peoples' hearts… and I yearned for a better life. I had soon put myself under the insular defenses, and to build on my perception skills notably towards prisoners.)
The Seer lets some seconds of silence.
Mais à force d'utiliser ma "clairvoyance", j'ai vite découvert ma cutie mark, et hérité d'un pouvoir plus grand... celui de prémonition. A la veille d'une bataille décisive j'ai vu la défaite pour mon camp et après avoir fait part de ma vision à mes supérieurs, j'ai fui. Le lendemain elle s'était réalisée... comprenant l'étendue de mon pouvoir, j'ai vécu comme un diseur de bonne fortune, prédicant la vie des gens contre quelque pièces... mais j'ai très vite appris que les gens ne voulais entendre que ce qu'ils voulaient.
(But by dint of use my clairvoyance, I quickly discovered, my cutie mark, and inherited of a greatest power… the one of foresight. At the dawn of a decisive battle I have seen the defeat of my side and after make my officers know of my vision, I fled. The following day it have been realized… understanding the extent of my power, I lived as a fortune-teller, predicting the life of peoples for some coins… but I quickly understood that peoples wanted to hear what they wanted.)
Bored, Ashti was not obligated to listening to his history, when he enter to the soul of the Seer he wanted to know him better but not to have a retrospection.
Et un jour un des seigneurs de la région me convoqua, elle voulait savoir si mon don était vrais et si je pouvais la menée à la victoire. J'ai vu... mais pris au piège entre lui dire une triste vérité et un mensonge plein d'espoir, j'ai choisi le mensonge. Choix que j'ai regretté amèrement par la suite. Apprenant de mon erreur je me suis décider à utiliser mon pouvoir pour aider... voyant les malheurs et essayant de les éviter... mais j'échouais à chaque fois et partout où j'allais des catastrophes se déclenchaient, et mes visions effrayaient les gens qui me voyait comme un oiseau de mauvaise augure. Rejeté, maudis, ma cutie mark fut le symbole de la perdition, le mauvais œil.
J'ai alors erré, avant de trouver refuge dans un sanctuaire, où ai recommencé ma vie anonymement. Mais mes visions furent de plus en plus persistantes et j'ai fini par sombrer dans la folie. Le sanctuaire m'enferma alors dans un artefact pour se protéger. Mais au final c'est moi qui fut protéger ; Le temple détruit par un raid, je fus libéré de l'artefact quelque années plus tard par un mystérieux chameau, un puissant mystique qui m'expliqua le sens de mes visions et me pris comme disciple.
(And one day a regional overlord called me, she wanted to know if my "ability" was real and if I could lead her to victory. I saw… but I was trapped between tell the sad truth or tell a hopeful lie, I chose the lie. Thing that I have regretted thereafter. Learning for my error I decided to use my power for helping… seeing the misfortunes and trying to prevent them… But I failed every time and anywhere I went, catastrophes appeared, and my foresight affrighted folks which saw me as a pony of ill omen. Rejected, cursed, my cutie mark was the token of perish, the evil eye. Then I roamed before finding sanctuary in a shrine, an oracle, where I started my life anew in anonymity. But my foresights were increasingly persistent and I dive into madness. The shrine confined me into an artifact for protect themselves. But finally I was the one which was protected; the temple fells by a raid, and I was free from the artifact some years later by a mysterious chamel, a powerful Mystic which explained me the sense of my foresights and took me as a disciple. )
The seer looked to Ashti, understanding that the next part which may be interested him…
Il était immortel et au fils des années, j'ai vu le monde évoluer avec lui... évoluer et disparaitre. Mon ile et toute l'archipel était vouée à sombrer... il me laissa alors le choix : Tenter de sauver mon ile et ses habitants ou rester et apprendre le secret de l'immortalité... bien que attaché à mon ile, j'ai vite compris que le choix ne m'appartenais pas et que tous devait finir un jour ou l'autre, mon intervention n'aurais fait que provoquer la panique... Alors à contre cœur j'ai laissé l'ile s'engloutir. C'est ainsi que Atlantide disparue, je suis devenu immortel et ais trouvé le sens de ma vie... être un témoin de l'histoire. J'ai dû faire des sacrifices pour arriver oû j'en suis.
(He was immortal and while years passed I saw the world evolves with him… evolves and disappears. My island and the entire archipelago was destined to sunk… then my master let me the choice : Attempt to save my island and the inhabitants or remains and learn the secret of immortality… even if I was attack to my nation, I understood that the choice was not mine and all must ends up one day or other, my intervention will only provoke panic… thus I reluctantly the island engulfed into the deep sea. It is how Atlantide disappeared I became immortal and had find the sense of my life… be witness of the history. I must did sacrifice to became what I am.)
Yes… all of his life the seer had sacrificed many things. His sight, his freedom, his past or future… even love. But he regretted nothing and was attacked to nopony… because it could be hard to see those which like, became dust. It was maybe for this that he planned to became an anchorite.
… And so… are you happy?
Je suis sûr que ma vision du bonheur est différente des vôtres, mortel.
(I am sure that my vision of the happiness is different than you all, mortal. )
He hit a hoof on the ground and the background shattered as a broken mirror. Ashti was on the knees, bleeding from his eyes, gasping since Tiresias levitated. Apparently they were out of his mind and the strong voice of the seer resounded.
J'ai vécu les siècles suivants comme un oracle et un mage, vivant dans un sanctuaire éloigné de tout dont seul ceux qui arrivaient à moi pouvais se voir accordé une vision. Un de ces personnes fut une mystérieuse et sinistre licorne borne, venu d'un autre continent, qui m'a dit "Et donc, est-tu heureux ?" ... Mais c'est une autre histoire. Je suis ici pour te faire passer des épreuves, et la deuxième commence maintenant.
(I lived through centuries as a seer and a mage, leaving in a sanctuary away from everyone when only those which came to me received a vision… One of this people was a "mysterious and sinister one-eyed unicorn", came from another continent which told me "And thus, art thou gladsome?"… But it's another history. I am here to make you pass some ordeals, and the second one begins now. )
At these words Ashti reacted. It was a holy place that he would be profaned… and… also he was scared. Scared that this seer distorts it.
D-do not goes here… please… do not…
Tiresias didn't listen to Ashti, continuing his job.
Il semblerait que trois choses te tiennent à cœur par-dessus tout… malgré tes amis ou proches, ceux-ci, tu serais prêt a donner ta vie pour. Et ses trois choses sont Deerham, ton devoir, et Arabesque…
(It seems that these three things are close to your heart above all… despite your friends or relative, these-ones, you will be ready to sacrifice your life for. And these three things are Deerham, your duty, and Arabesque…)
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Tu sembles les chérir bien plus que nécessaire. Un fait intéressant, to mentor Salim… n'en fait pas partit, malgré le fait de d'avoir élevé dans l'opulence et le savoir, malgré l'amour qu'il t'a apporté il ne rentre pas dans l'équation, car tu le considère que comme un parrain, ni plus ni moins… pas plus que Bastion Crown ton fidèle garde du corps… tu le considère comme important mais… pas suffisamment pour sacrifier ta vie pour lui car tu considères que son travail EST de ce sacrifier pour toi. Tu le traite en ami car c'est un allié, car il est un serviteur parfait… un autre ami, Mytus… pour toi, malgré les quelques épreuves passée, il ne représente qu'un ami éphémère. Tu ne vois en lui qu'une connaissance, ne le contactant que si nécessaire… vous n'avez presque pas de relation ou interaction entre vous et de tout façon lorsque tu retourneras dans ta terre d'accueil… tu l'oublieras, comme Photon Apostible, Epher, Elain, Dream Gaze, Strafe Gallop, ta famille… ils sont important pour toi, mais pas suffisamment car le plus important reste avec toi : Arabesque.
(You seem to cherish more than necessary. An interesting fact, your mentor Salim… is not form a part of it, despite bring you up in wealth and knowledge, despite the love he gave to you he is out of the equation, because you only consider him as a tutor no more no less… as for Bastion Crown your faithful bodyguard… he is important to you but… not enough to sacrifice your like to him because you consider that his duty it IS to sacrifice himself to you. You treat him as a friend, because he is the perfect servitor… another friend Mytus… for you, despite some event shred together, he is just a passing friend. You only see in him an acquaintance, taking contact with him only if necessary. For that matter you think nothing of him… you have few interaction with Mytus and anyway when you will return to your welcoming place… you will forget him, as Photon Apostible, Epher, Elain, Dream Gaze, Strafe Gallop, your family… there are relatively important to you, but not sufficiently because the most important stay near of you : Arabesque.)
All this laïus, Ashti tried to not hear the Tiresias' analyses. But his voice was omnipresent, not only on the room but also in the soul of Ashti, then he was not able to do a mental barrier because this was not illusion or telepathy. And a part of Ashti was curious to hear it. Suddenly, two paths appeared: Only leading to a representation of Deerham, the other leading to Arabesque. The Sandlander was in the start of the two ways, he frowned. He was very amazed, he saw many things in his life, and anyway he guessed understand the next event.
… I have to chose, n'est-ce pas ?
Tout à fait. Mais le contexte est important : Tu dois choisir ce que est le plus chère pour toi, tu ne peux en choisir qu'un, l'autre sera perdu à jamais… Alors que choisis-tu ? Qu'est ce qui ait plus important pour toi ? Ton choix mettra fin à ce procès… mais attention ! Ce que tu sacrifieras disparaitra définitivement... pour de vrais.
(Indeed. But the context is important: You have to choose why is dearest to you, you can only choose one, the other will be lost forever… so, what do you choose? What is the more important to you ? Your choice will ends this trial… watch out ! What you will sacrifice will be definitely erased… for reality.)
"It's bluff! It's totally bluff!" It was the first think of Ashti. For him all this was just a sadistic game, and not great deal. He was not idiot, it was just acting.
You cannot do it! And… what on Semite you will do that?
… Je suis capable de voir dans les âmes, je peux faire bien plus. Crois-moi mon enfant, mon devoir me le permet et de toute façon… rien ne dure, avec le temps tous se perd. Ce qui existe maintenant disparaîtra demain.
(I am able to see into the souls, I can do more. Believe me my foal, my duty allow me it and anyway… nothing remains, with time all disappears. That which exist now, shall fades away tomorrow.)
The voice… his voice. The intonation made sure Ashti… it was not bluff, this guy was able to do it, he felt it. Now, the Sandlanders realized his own situation. It was not a game and he was near to sacrifice Deerham or… Arabesque. At this moment Ashti felt a knot of fear. It was impossible for him to choose, he loved both.
I…
Je vais t'aider: Si tu choisis Deerham, tu sauveras la vie de ton peuple et ta place… mais Arabesque dépérira, mourra, trahie par ton choix.
Si tu choisis Arabesque, la terre que tu aimes tant tombera en ruine, te privant d'une maison et d'un travail, d'une mission. Cependant tu vivras avec Arabesque, seuls mais saufs… et après tout, que vaux la vie de millier d'inconnus… si le plus important est avec toi ?
(I will help you : If you choose Deerham, you will save the life of your people and your social status… but Arabesque will waste away, perish, betrayed by your choice.
If you choose Arabesque, the homeland that you love so much will fall, losing a house and your job, a mission. However you will live along with Arabesque, alones but safes… and after-all, what is the value of a thousand of unknown peoples… if the most important thing is with you ?)
I… I…
With anxiety Ashti gazed two paths, switching between Arabesque and Deerham…
I… will… take no one of these roads !
Tiresias blinked… yeah, I know I know… and replied with a quiet voice.
Est-ce là ton dernier mot ? Ton choix absolu…?
(Is that your last word ? Your absolute choice?)
Yes… it is !
The young unicorn felt like it was the good answer, then he told it with confidence and a clear voice. But when he saw the face of the seer which, at these words, shook his head, disappointed, Ashti felt bad.
… Tu as choit bien mal…
(… You have chosen poorly…)
Wait what?
Pour certaines ethnies, l'indécision est un crime… en refusant de choisir tu as préféré sacrifier les deux choses qui t'étaient chères, au lieu de tenter d'en sauver un. C'était idiot, égoïste et mal joué.
(For some ethnic groups, indecisiveness is a crime... In refusing to choose you have preferred sacrificed the two things that were dear to you, instead attempt to save one. It was stupid, selfish and misplayed…)[/b]
The Sandlander had the impression that his heart was cut, choked to be the architect of his demise he collapsed on his knees, tears of rage and despair on his face. While, in the background, Deerham fell in ruin and Arabesque fell on the ground, lifeless. These images was quite strong for him, and even if he felt guilty his spirit tuned into starting wrath. The voice of Tiresias, quiet, resounded.
Dis-moi, de quelle couleur est le monde ? Blanc, noir, les deux?
(Tells me, from what couloirs the world is made ? White, black, Both ?)
I… I… I SEE it black…White and GREY !
…Intéressant. Contrairement à maintes personnes, tu ne penses pas qu'il y ait que le noir et le blanc, bien et mal… tu vois plus loin que ce concept. Mais le noir avec un peu de blanc, restera noir, et ne sera juste que plus claire. Le blanc avec une pointe de noir deviendra a blanc foncé… il y a moult tons et tous peuvent être vu comme du gris… mais même le gris est un peu triste, bien que réaliste.
(… Interesting. Unlike a lot of people, you don't think that it is black and white, that there is only Good and Evil… you see further than this concept. But the black with a little of white, it become clear-black. The white with a hint of black, became dark white… there is a lot of tones and all could be seen as grey… but even grey is a bit sad, although realistic… Well, this trial is over.)
Ashti was irritated by Tiresias and his philosophy, but the bottom of Tiresias' scepter hit the floor and all the background vanished, leaving both in the first room. As if nothing was happens… maybe it was the case, nothing was sure was Tiresias. Humiliated and wrathful, Ashti activated his clairvoyance and saw the soul of the Seer : he was younger than he was, maybe around the 30's, his white eyes was Persian green and mane tan-colored and the soul also protected by four locks.
And without Tiresias can react, Ashti blew all the lock in the same times under the effect of wrath. The sight of the Sandlander was taken into a flash of light, strong and sudden, which made him blind… under the effect of wrath and a burst of magic, the clairvoyance was became much powerful… but… his yes burned him, and his sight was filed by lights. It was not very painful but it was like sand into eyes. While the unicorn tried to recover his sight, a noise resounded, a sound of… waves? Next was seagulls. Little by little the light turned into a beach of gilded sands, a sunny sky, cloudless, and translucent sea. The wrath of Ashti vanished… at this image of a paradisiac island. Steps resounded and it was a younger Tiresias which walked towards, not very enjoyed.
Ούτ οφ μού χεαδ… ούτ οφ μού χεαδ…Τώρα !
(Out of my head… out of my head… Now !)
The germs on his scepter started to glows, as a threat or warning.
Εγώ αμ θε ονε ωηιχ "σεε", νοτ εσύ.
(I am the one which "see", not you.)
So… we are in your spirit ? Interesting… I will stay here.
The Seer was menacing with his scare and battle glance… but Ashti have decided to remain here… and if Tiresias asked, it was because he was not able to expulse the unicorn out of his spirit… Then he sighted, looking the sky, nostalgic.
Ιτ'ς βεεν α ωηιλε… Ένας βεαυτιφυλ λανδσκαπε, ης νοτ ιτ ?
(It's been a while… A beautiful landscape, isn't it ?)
The Ambassador doesn't answer, but mentally acquiesced. But he thought to other thing… the language of Tiresias… it was a kind of equestrian, but with foreign words, as the result of a bad translator… maybe it was due to the fact that Ashti had forced Tiresias' soul, making a bug into him… or something like this.
Καυγητ ιν μού οων τραπ ? Héhé.
(Caught in my own trap ? Hehe.)
If is voice was still younger than normally, the language changed as Tiresias succeeded to fix the bug.
Même si Celestia est influente, il y a des nations qui échappent à sa juridiction. Je suis né dans une de ses terres, une ile à présent disparue. Fils d'artisans, j'ai grandi dans une relative tranquillité. À une époque où la vraie magie ne servait plus d'arme... n'étais plus utilisée. Néanmoins cette ile était souvent troublée par des dissidents des guerres passées, avide de conquêtes. Depuis mon enfance j'avais le don de lire dans le cœur des gens... et j'aspirais à mieux que cette vie. J'ai alors tôt fait de m'engager dans les défenses insulaire, et de mettre à profit mon talent de perception notamment envers les prisonniers.
(Even if Celestia is influential, there is a nation which escapes from her jurisdiction. I am born in one of these lands, an island now disappeared. Son of artisans, I grew up in a relatively calm. In a time when the true magic was no more a weapon… was no more used. Nevertheless this island was often bothered by dissidents from past-wars, avid for conquests. Since my foalhood I had the gift to read into peoples' hearts… and I yearned for a better life. I had soon put myself under the insular defenses, and to build on my perception skills notably towards prisoners.)
The Seer lets some seconds of silence.
Mais à force d'utiliser ma "clairvoyance", j'ai vite découvert ma cutie mark, et hérité d'un pouvoir plus grand... celui de prémonition. A la veille d'une bataille décisive j'ai vu la défaite pour mon camp et après avoir fait part de ma vision à mes supérieurs, j'ai fui. Le lendemain elle s'était réalisée... comprenant l'étendue de mon pouvoir, j'ai vécu comme un diseur de bonne fortune, prédicant la vie des gens contre quelque pièces... mais j'ai très vite appris que les gens ne voulais entendre que ce qu'ils voulaient.
(But by dint of use my clairvoyance, I quickly discovered, my cutie mark, and inherited of a greatest power… the one of foresight. At the dawn of a decisive battle I have seen the defeat of my side and after make my officers know of my vision, I fled. The following day it have been realized… understanding the extent of my power, I lived as a fortune-teller, predicting the life of peoples for some coins… but I quickly understood that peoples wanted to hear what they wanted.)
Bored, Ashti was not obligated to listening to his history, when he enter to the soul of the Seer he wanted to know him better but not to have a retrospection.
Et un jour un des seigneurs de la région me convoqua, elle voulait savoir si mon don était vrais et si je pouvais la menée à la victoire. J'ai vu... mais pris au piège entre lui dire une triste vérité et un mensonge plein d'espoir, j'ai choisi le mensonge. Choix que j'ai regretté amèrement par la suite. Apprenant de mon erreur je me suis décider à utiliser mon pouvoir pour aider... voyant les malheurs et essayant de les éviter... mais j'échouais à chaque fois et partout où j'allais des catastrophes se déclenchaient, et mes visions effrayaient les gens qui me voyait comme un oiseau de mauvaise augure. Rejeté, maudis, ma cutie mark fut le symbole de la perdition, le mauvais œil.
J'ai alors erré, avant de trouver refuge dans un sanctuaire, où ai recommencé ma vie anonymement. Mais mes visions furent de plus en plus persistantes et j'ai fini par sombrer dans la folie. Le sanctuaire m'enferma alors dans un artefact pour se protéger. Mais au final c'est moi qui fut protéger ; Le temple détruit par un raid, je fus libéré de l'artefact quelque années plus tard par un mystérieux chameau, un puissant mystique qui m'expliqua le sens de mes visions et me pris comme disciple.
(And one day a regional overlord called me, she wanted to know if my "ability" was real and if I could lead her to victory. I saw… but I was trapped between tell the sad truth or tell a hopeful lie, I chose the lie. Thing that I have regretted thereafter. Learning for my error I decided to use my power for helping… seeing the misfortunes and trying to prevent them… But I failed every time and anywhere I went, catastrophes appeared, and my foresight affrighted folks which saw me as a pony of ill omen. Rejected, cursed, my cutie mark was the token of perish, the evil eye. Then I roamed before finding sanctuary in a shrine, an oracle, where I started my life anew in anonymity. But my foresights were increasingly persistent and I dive into madness. The shrine confined me into an artifact for protect themselves. But finally I was the one which was protected; the temple fells by a raid, and I was free from the artifact some years later by a mysterious chamel, a powerful Mystic which explained me the sense of my foresights and took me as a disciple. )
The seer looked to Ashti, understanding that the next part which may be interested him…
Il était immortel et au fils des années, j'ai vu le monde évoluer avec lui... évoluer et disparaitre. Mon ile et toute l'archipel était vouée à sombrer... il me laissa alors le choix : Tenter de sauver mon ile et ses habitants ou rester et apprendre le secret de l'immortalité... bien que attaché à mon ile, j'ai vite compris que le choix ne m'appartenais pas et que tous devait finir un jour ou l'autre, mon intervention n'aurais fait que provoquer la panique... Alors à contre cœur j'ai laissé l'ile s'engloutir. C'est ainsi que Atlantide disparue, je suis devenu immortel et ais trouvé le sens de ma vie... être un témoin de l'histoire. J'ai dû faire des sacrifices pour arriver oû j'en suis.
(He was immortal and while years passed I saw the world evolves with him… evolves and disappears. My island and the entire archipelago was destined to sunk… then my master let me the choice : Attempt to save my island and the inhabitants or remains and learn the secret of immortality… even if I was attack to my nation, I understood that the choice was not mine and all must ends up one day or other, my intervention will only provoke panic… thus I reluctantly the island engulfed into the deep sea. It is how Atlantide disappeared I became immortal and had find the sense of my life… be witness of the history. I must did sacrifice to became what I am.)
Yes… all of his life the seer had sacrificed many things. His sight, his freedom, his past or future… even love. But he regretted nothing and was attacked to nopony… because it could be hard to see those which like, became dust. It was maybe for this that he planned to became an anchorite.
… And so… are you happy?
Je suis sûr que ma vision du bonheur est différente des vôtres, mortel.
(I am sure that my vision of the happiness is different than you all, mortal. )
He hit a hoof on the ground and the background shattered as a broken mirror. Ashti was on the knees, bleeding from his eyes, gasping since Tiresias levitated. Apparently they were out of his mind and the strong voice of the seer resounded.
J'ai vécu les siècles suivants comme un oracle et un mage, vivant dans un sanctuaire éloigné de tout dont seul ceux qui arrivaient à moi pouvais se voir accordé une vision. Un de ces personnes fut une mystérieuse et sinistre licorne borne, venu d'un autre continent, qui m'a dit "Et donc, est-tu heureux ?" ... Mais c'est une autre histoire. Je suis ici pour te faire passer des épreuves, et la deuxième commence maintenant.
(I lived through centuries as a seer and a mage, leaving in a sanctuary away from everyone when only those which came to me received a vision… One of this people was a "mysterious and sinister one-eyed unicorn", came from another continent which told me "And thus, art thou gladsome?"… But it's another history. I am here to make you pass some ordeals, and the second one begins now. )