Prophecy of End

[Ricia]

1x1 RP with @Ixidor92

Spoiler

Name: Cross Estenheim


Age: 17


Gender: Male


Species: Cat-folk (Appear human, but they have feline ears, tail, and retractable claws. When agitated they might hiss like cats)


Tattoo:





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Appearance:





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Plot

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There was once a prophecy that foresaw the birth of a Cat-folk child with a tattoo on his arm, who would bring down the destruction of the world. The 4 of the 5 kingdoms kept a close watch on all the cat-folk children who were all birthed within the year of the foreseen child was to come. When he was finally born he was planed to be taken to the capital and killed immediately.


His father then fought as hard as he could to give his wife and child time to escape somewhere safe. The mother and child were helped by this kind old elf who took them into his home. He lived in the middle of the mountains in a small cottage. It was there that the boy grew up protected and loved between his mother and a grandfather figure.


The entire world still looking for this boy to kill and hopefully end whatever horrible curse he is going to bring upon the world.

The Beginning

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It was a chill afternoon deep in the mountains. There was a small homey cottage that look older and worn by the elements, though still sturdy. Inside the cottage was about two stores. Three bedrooms upstairs as well as a small storage room under the stares and a fire pit in the middle of the downstairs. The snow outside was white and coated the entire mountain and forest.


In the middle of the fire pit currently stood a large iron pot with a bubbling stew. The smell coming from the strew was wondrous. The women cooking was humming happily. It had been 17 years since the loss of her husband, but she had happily been able to raise her son. An older man with long gray hair was wrapped in a sheep skin next to the fire grumbling about the cold. The older man had long pointed ears but that was the only thing different of him to a human. A wood elf.


The mother and son had came to calling the older man Gigi. His real name being Gigimorus. "Cross! Dinner is ready! Come down and eat please." his mother called to her son. She looked a lot like her son, Cross, her face starting to show soft wrinkles of age.

 

[Ixidor92]

Cross was sitting on the roof of the cottage, just outside the window of his bedroom. As he sat there cross-legged, his gaze reached over the peaks and into the mists beyond. He had traversed a great deal of the woods and rocks around the cottage, but his mother had always mandated that he come back before nightfall. Never once had Cross seen what the world outside was like. Never had he met another living should besides his mother and Gigi. Stories were all well and good, but being told about the grandeur of the ice peaks of the mountain, and seeing it firsthand were two completely different things. His train of thought was interrupted as he heard his mother calling through the crack in his window. Cross dove through the window, and immediately closed the shutters back down before barring them. He then leapt and slid down the railing trotting the last few steps to hug his mother


"Thank's mom! It smells delicious!"

 

[Ricia]

His mother smield and hugged him back with her arms, her hands full with bowls and a ladle, "Here you go Cross. Eat up!" His mother said, handing him a small wooden bowl with a spoon. She went back to the pot and filled another bowl and handed it to Gigi, then got her own bowl before sitting down on one of the wooden stools in the room. "Is it any good?" She asked after a small silence. It was rice soup with small pieces of meat.


"Yes Linna. Is good as always. Cross. You should get a bit of fire wood to dry for later." Gigi said as he started to eat more of his stew.

 

[Ixidor92]

"It's great."


Cross blew on his stew before chowing down. Even at 17, and despite being just under six feet tall, he was still growing and ate way more than one would expect. The young man wiped his mouth before looking over at Gigi


"What's the matter old man? Can't handle a bit of cold?"


He said the phrase as a light-hearted jab

 

[Ricia]

After Linna finished with her food, she went about cleaning up around the house, covering the soup to heat up later in the day tomorrow.


"You wait till you get old! Then you won't be so ready to go hop in the snow." Gigi told the boy as he huddled closer to the fire, "Don't forget we are going out hunting tomorrow."

 

[Ixidor92]

Cross only responded with a grin as he bounded over to the door. A long red scarf went around his neck, but otherwise he was dressed as he normally was. Thick leggings, warm leather over his torso, but his arms remained bare.


"I'll go grab that firewood so the old man doesn't freeze."


He gave a lighthearted chuckled before jumping out the door and quickly shutting it behind him. Once outside, the fresh air seemed to invigorate him. Even the cold air on his arms seemed to awaken his senses. Immediately he ran up the nearest tree, clambering into its higher branches. He then jumped from that tree to another tree, and then another. If it weren't for the scarf one could have easily mistaken him for a monkey.

 

[Ricia]

When he returned home several hours later, his mother greeted him with a smile and a cup of warm juice.


"Good. Now don't forget about the practice we will do tomorrow during hunting as well." Gigi grunted from his furs. Gigi and her mother had fights often when he was little with what Cross should have been taught. In the end Gigi won the fight saying it was his house that they were staying in. It was then that Cross was taught how to fight, hunt and survive. Though Gigi was nothing near a master in any such arts, just enough to get by.


"I was going to give this to you tomorrow, but I feel like I should give it to you now. Go get the wrapped little leather in the storage room, its on the top shelf, next to the bread." Gigi said after a moment, he was to cold to go get it himself.


"Gigi... must you right now?" His mother sounded like she was scolding him. She was always against anything violent. She just wanted him to grow up like any young boy, fall in love, get married, have and raise kids. She just wanted her boy to be safe and live a peaceful life away from his curse. She never for a second believed that he will bring the end of the world..

 

[Ixidor92]

Cross tilted his head and raised an eyebrow, though he said nothing. The young man dashed over to the storage room and looked around for a few minutes. Once he had the package, he slowly walked back into the room, using both arms to carry it


"What is it?"

 

[Ricia]

Gigi looked up at Cross when he came back, "In that leather binding was the first dagger my father gave to me, and what his father gave to him, and my great grandfather to my grandfather." Gigi explained watching Cross stare down the leather. "Over the years you were raised like family and the closest thing I have to an offspring. So I will pass it on to you."


"A dagger? Really Gigi..." His mother said with a light sigh.


Inside the wrapping was a dagger but it didn't look like anything too special. It was a silver dagger however, the handle was made out of dark wood and the contrast to the silver was an awkward color, not really matching. It felt strong, sharp and well taken care of however for something said to be so old. "Make sure you take care good care of it Cross."

 

[Ixidor92]

Cross unfolded the leather carefully, revealing the dagger beneath its folds. His brain did process what was being told by Gigi, but the piece of metal in front of him was mesmerizing. He slowly turned it back and forth in his fingers, feeling the weight of the blade balanced against the hilt. It was heavier than he thought such a small thing would be.


"Yes . . . I'll take care of it."

 

[Ricia]

"You are welcome. That dagger is pure silver.. and the wood is strong." Gigi said with a grunt "Good... now go get some rest, we have a long day tomorrow and it starts first thing in the morning." Gigi told him.


Linna smiled at the two, she had to admit she was happy for at least a strong grandfather figure for Cross's life.

 

[Ixidor92]

Cross nodded slowly and wrapped the dagger back in the leather cloth so that no one would be hurt by it. The young man made sure to give both Gigi and his mother a hug before he crawled into bed that night. As he lay down on the bed, he couldn't help but bring his right arm up so that it was illuminated by the moonlight. The waving, black and red birthmark danced along his arm like a tongue of flame. Neither Gigi nor his mother had anything like it, nothing on their bodies even came close to resembling that mark. The only thing he had been told was that if he should ever meet anyone else on the mountain, he should not reveal this mark to them. The young man let his arm fall across his forehead, and sleep quickly came to him.

 

[Ricia]

When nightfall came and the moon was highest. Everything was quiet and peaceful except for the footsteps of his mother downstairs quietly talking to Gigi. It wasn't long till there sounded like peoples voices were being raised at each other, even some unknown voices in the mix. A loud crash was heard, the thud of one of the shelves that hold their tableware being tipped over. The last thing that was heard was a scream. Everything went quiet except for the crackle of a fire. The temperature in the house suddenly started to increase slowly.

 

[Ixidor92]

Cross was laying in his bed for the early hours of the night. He usually wasn't a light sleeper. What reason would he have to be? Nothing endangered them on this mountain aside from the occasional snowstorm, and his mother would wake him up immediately if that were the case. However, something caused him to be uncomfortable beneath his sheets, tossing and turning as something tried to break in on his consciousness, but his mind refused to accept it, and merely wanted to sleep. That was when an ear-splitting scream pierced through whatever veils surrounded his mind. Cross bolted upright in bed, his head bolting from side to side to figure out where the noise had come from.


"Mom? Gigi?!"


His words echoed without response on the walls around him. Something wasn't right. He couldn't pinpoint it, but something was very wrong right now. As if on instinct, the young man took the dagger he had been given only hours ago and gripped it tightly before walking out of his door . . .

 

[Ricia]

When he walked out the smell of smoke hit him and the heat of the house was starting grow warmer. It was on fire and burning. There was no answer to his call, just the roar of the flames.

 

[Ixidor92]

The heat was the first thing that hit him. Or rather, it was then he realized that was what had been wrong in the first place. It was too warm inside the small cottage, and opening the door had revealed the cause.


"Mother?! Gigi?! MOTHER?!"


His shouts grew louder as the young man jumped down to the second floor without even bothering to deal with the staircase. His eyes were wide, on the verge of panic, and looking for any sign of life.

 

[Ricia]

There on the floor was his mother ripped almost in half, her blood pooling around, her body already caught on fire. Gigi was tossed against the wall, he too has blood pooling around him. Blood was everywhere and the fire was slowly eating his home and what was left of the only people he ever knew.

 

[Ixidor92]

What sound escaped Cross's lips wasn't something any sane mortal should be able to release. His hands immediately started to try and put the fire out that was eating away at his mother's flesh, as if what had happened could somehow be undone. What little rational thought was left in his brain quickly realized that such a thing was not possible. She had already lost too much blood, and her eyes spoke of her fate already. Maybe, just maybe he could at least save the old man. Cross ran over to Gigi, praying to whatever gods existed in this world that they might give him some glimmer of hope, some kind of beacon in the hell that was starting to crash around his ears

 

[Ricia]

He was suddenly grabbed then jerked out of the siring heat and thrown out into the snow, the impact was hard and not soft at all. It was not seconds later that a thick sticky like string was suddenly attached to his leg, yanking him hard. The yank happened again and there was a deep laugh, "Nice shot Garth..." a voice came. The one who talked rushed out of the house, jumping into the snow. He looked like he was trying to avoid the flame. He had black hair and his eye glowed a light green by the fire. He grinned and unnaturally pointy grin.


The creature called 'Garth' was actually a Drider. He was a large spider, but half of him was human. He looked terrifying, muscles jutting out all over his human half, his bald head shinning slightly under the little moon light and fire. His teeth flashed from a grin plastered on his face. His spider half was a light tan color, a solid pattern all the way through.

 

[Ixidor92]

Cross grit his teeth at the initial impact, rolling a couple of times in the snow. The white fluff was bitterly cold against the encroaching fires Cross had just been within, slightly painful as he bounced a few times in a rough landing. When he finally thought his trajectory had ended, suddenly something was attached to his leg and he was yanked back even further. A groan escaped the young man as he forced his torso up with his arms. The cold that had been refreshing before was now achingly present. He was only wearing his same outfit from earlier in the day, with white knuckles clamped down on the dagger in a death grip as he had been thrown. Cross managed to get his eyes open, and see the final remnants of what his entire life had been. What they focused on though was not what was burning down and had been lost, but the monster that was laughing in front of it.


"You . . ."


The words came out gritted, half a growl and half a statement. He was the one responsible. He was the reason this was happening.

 

[Ricia]

"Me?" He asked, almost with a taunting laugh. "Let's not get off subject, I think we should focus on what is really important right now. You have a tattoo on your arm don't you?" He asked as Garth started to pull him closer to him, further away from the man standing by the burning house.


"We've been searching years for you! But no one has gotten as close to finding you as I have..." He laughed again as he started walking closer to Garth.

 

[Ixidor92]

That birthmark? What the hell kind of importance could that have? It hadn't done anything special for seventeen years, just looked different.


"What's important--"


Cross slashed through whatever was attached to his back leg, silently thanking Gigi for the gift he had been given . . . his last gift


"--is that you just killed everyone I've ever known!"


Rational thought was gone. Trying to accept what had happened was impossible. All that mattered was that in the span of a single night, Cross's whole world was falling down around his ears. And this creature was responsible. Cross had built up his body living on the mountain, even if he couldn't match up to a creature built like a solid pillar of muscle, he would make damn sure the old man's dagger found it's way into his heart as he dashed forward

 

[Ricia]

As soon as Cross got you to charge him, Garth punched him on the side of the head, it felt like getting his by a brick. almost hit the ground as hard as he was hit, Garth had used a lot of pure force.


"Garth! Watch it, don't kill him yet. Geez.." The man said walking closer, his foot steps were easy to hear in the crunching snow.


Garth moved a bit, circling Cross, "Sorry." He apologized.


"Look at that... he is the Prophecy child... Not to worry, you are going to die. Very soon. There is a lot of people looking for you. Of course I found you, because no one can out smart me." He said with a grin. It wasn't long till there was a large growl and two tiger ran out of the forest, both attacking Garth. The drider flailed when he was jumped on, he grabbed one of them and tossed them to the ground, even as the other clawed his back.

 

[Ixidor92]

What had he been hit with? A hammer? A boulder? There was no way just one man's fist could hit that hard. Cross was seeing spots dance in front of his vision while he tried to pick himself back up again. He could only make out blurry shapes, and there was a dull ringing in his ears, but he could still make out the roars of large cats. A tiger's roar was not exactly subtle. Cross slowly started to crawl away from the massive figure that was beset upon by two smaller, yet still large, creatures. If he stayed, he was going to die. He couldn't die . . . not like this . . .

 

[Ricia]

Another pair of foot steps seem to come to him from the same direction the tigers came form. More voices, though they seemed like they were just lulling him to sleep. It was not too much longer when he felt his world go black.


When the morning came he could hear the bumps and juts of a wooden cart riding across a dirt road. The sound of horses hoofs clapping on the ground at a slow walking pace. The air was still cold but he was covered in a thick blanket and another was under his head for a pillow. The cart seem fairly large and was covered to block out the cold wind and harsh sun.


Next to him was several crates that looked like food with other bags of supplies of who knows what kind lying around. Also in the cart was two other people, a man and a woman. The male was clad in armors, light metal, while the female had reinforced leather. They almost looked exactly like each other, orange hair and soft facial features. The second most noticeable feature was they both had ears and tails of a tiger.


The male looked hurt, his arm was tied up with bandages, dried blood had soaked the outside. The woman looks less hurt, but not unscathed. Both were leaning on each other, closing their eyes. The male's breathing was slow and even, but the female just looked like she was resting.