Rift (RP)

[Zildjian]

Trinitad's eyes opened slowly. His head was on his desk, on a map. Wait, his desk? But he...died. He remembered, Dawn was holding him, tightly. And they were falling. And he died. Because Aashiq shot him. Aashiq? What happened to him? What happened to the Lost City? What about Dawn? What day was it? He was holding something in his hand. An empty bottle. An empty bottle of rum. He was drunk, and he fell asleep. Everything that happened was all a dream. He got up and slowly walked out the door, to see his crew hard at work. "Ahoy, cap'n," they said to him. He looked around and smiled. "Ahoy crew," he said to them. He thought he would just make sure that was all a dream. "Uhh...is the girl in the brig?" he asked one. It was Clay, and he replied to him, "What girl? Sir, you be alright?" No girl? Haha, then it was all a dream. By the looks of the crew, Clam was still dead. And Tre...Tre was...not here? "Uh, Clay. Where's Tre?" he asked Clay. Clay looked at him as if he said the most rediulous thing he's ever heard. "Uhm, sir? Who's Tre?" Trinitad knew something was up. Tre was his first mate. He always was. He knew it wasn't a dream. Tre left, with his rift power. Off to find the other Rifts. And Dawn...Dawn. Wait. Trinitad remembered something.

He died going down the tube. She placed his cold, dead body against a wall at the bottom of the chute. And he layed there. For a long time. The palace bagan shaking and tumbling to the ground, but then there was this...this bright light. Trinitad saw it through his eyelids, and it seemed like, like it rejuvinated him. And brought him back to life. And it was at that time he saw the chute through the darkness, and tried to climb out of it. It was a verticle chute, and he couldn't. But then the chute began to fall, the palace began to fall, and soon it was a horizontal chute, and Trinitad was stuck inside it as the palace was crushing his bones. And then everything went dark for several minutes. And then, Trinitad appeared on the ship.

Trinitad remembered that, and knew he had to find Dawn. He looked at Clay and asked him, "What day is it?" Clay looked up at the sun and began to think. "My guess is the 25th of May. That's most probably right, afterall, we hit Manchester yesterday, the 24th." Trinitad looked up. "Manchester? Did we take any prisoners?" he asked him. Clay shook his head slowly. "Can we turn around and go back to Manchester?" Trinitad asked. "I'm afraid not, sir," replied Clay. Clay walked away to return to his duties, leaving Trinitad to drown in his confusion. Whatever the cost, he had to return to Dawn. It wasn't over. Tre was still out there, and the rift was still around. He felt there was an adventure to be had, and a battle to be fought. And he knew, Dawn was the only one who could fight that battle.

[Que Será Será]

After almost killing Dawn, Daiod lost himself. Tears ran down his cheeks as he fell to his knees. Everything was about to end.
Tre killed Aashiq and absorbed his blue rift. Daiod regained his voice and said to himself, "Oh Magia, I have sold my soul to Arcanicus. I'm.....
doomed. Death shall be upon me for my treachery." The Lost City was in mists of being destroyed yet Daiod didn't move from where he was.
He almost commited murder and the guilt overwhelmed him to the point of giving up. As he was on his knees,
and the temperature, He said "I failed my friends. Where ever you are, you must save Domaina from treachery. Good bye."

As he was about to allow his life end, a voice called out to him "No, you must not give up. You are a Defender. Wipe your tears
and get ti together. You cannot die this easily as you are needed by]others. Let's go somewhere else." Daiod found himself in an area
familar to him. This area consisted of a large tower atop a large mountain. The sky was pink and purple with blue clouds. There were stairs
leading up to the tower. Daiod began walking up them while thinking "Is this.... Nasha?

[Rose]

Dawn took a walk to clear her head. She thought it was all, but a dream. However, she was wrong. She could still feel that same flow in her body; it was the Rift. Maybe she had travelled back in time, but those events still happened? "Maybe I'm insane," she muttered, as she walked down the street with her hands in her jacket pockets. It was a cloudy day, but there were no signs of any rain hitting anytime soon. But of course, in Manchester ... well, rain could fall at anytime. She didn't know what to do with herself that day. Her friends, well, she didn't want to talk to them because she was still traumatised. So instead, Dawn took a tram to Altrincham. There was something else that could take her mind off everything that had happened and she hadn't done it for quite a while: ice skating. When she reached the ice rink nearly half an hour later, she paid to go inside and hired some ice skates. With the ice skates on, Dawn stepped on to the ice and skated around. She wasn't the best skater in the world, but wasn't the worst either.

But as she skated around to the music that the DJ played, she couldn't help feeling that someone was watching her from afar. Dawn turned to see a man eyeing her closely. It wasn't Tre, but she could've sworn that she saw him before. Her guess would be that it was Aashiq, but he was dead. Then there was Trinitad dead, of course, too. He kept on watching her and then skated along to catch her up. Although she wouldn't like to skate faster, Dawn did, anyway. She skated so fast that she was zooming past people quickly. Since it was a circular rink, there wasn't anywhere to go. After half an hour of trying to get away from him, Dawn decided to give up. She skated to one of the exits and then went to the locker to take her shoes out. The man followed her. When they were alone, Dawn shoved him into the lockers unexpectedly and angrily. "Who are you?" she hissed. "What are you doing following me?" She let go of his throat, so that he could talk. "I ... came to warn ... you ..." he managed to say. "It is ... not over yet ..."

[Zildjian]

Trinitad leaned over the maps in his quarters. They were about 12 miles away from Manchester. He couldn't take a dinghy to get to Dawn, that was out of the question. He took a sip out of his bottle of rum. This was his 3rd bottle, and still he wasn't drunk. Trinitad drank so many bottles a day that his body became adaptive to it. It would be bad for him not to drink any rum for a day. He barely ever got drunk, unless he went overboard. His body was used to living off so much alcohol. The crew didn't want to go back to Manchester, no matter how much Trinitad told them it would be beneficial. The crew was searching for a treasure of greater value. They had been for a while now. There wasn't much buried treasure these days, so finding it was like heaven for these pirates. But Trinitad had to get to Dawn. Tre was still out there. Trinitad had forgotten how gorgeous the girl was, but was reminded how much she meant to him. He would rather himself die than her to be tortured or killed.

Trinitad got up and walked out the door to the poop deck and looked around at his crew. Some were drinking, some were working, but everyone was singing. "Yo-ho yo-ho a pirate's life for me" kept ringing through the ship. They all seemed to be in a good mood, Trinitad thought he'd ask them, one last time. "Lads, I fear we must return to Manchester and make berth!" The crew looked at him curiously, and they stopped singing. Trinitad got nervous. Mutiny was always on the bounty with this crew. Tre was the only one who stood in their way. Or maybe.... was he the ringleader of it all? Because this crew seemed more alive, happier. Regardless, he had to return to Manchester. "What be the reasoning behind this, cap'n?" asked a crew member. Trinitad froze up. What would he say? "We forgot something. Aye, there is still much to be done," he said. The crew looked puzzled but didn't say anything as Trinitad took the helm and turned the ship around, bound for Manchester.

[Rose]

OOC: Wow ... one month later and it's alive again!

IC: At that point, Dawn ran away. She'd never quite reacted like that to someone following her before. Well, of course, no one had ever followed her before. But Dawn felt scared of how angry she had become. She supposed it was because she'd been kidnapped after all and nearly got killed in the Lost City. Now that she thought about it, the city really had lived up to its name. It was lost forever and there'd be no way to go back. But the man that told her it was not over yet with his warning might have bern right. Perhaps it wasn't over yet? There was still Trinitad to consider after all. As much as she wanted not to, she had to heed the warning. Getting on the tram back to the main city centre, Dawn stepped off after half an hour and glanced around. Many people could get on with their lives and look forward to another day. Dawn was not one of those people anymore. She now lived in fear for safety of her life and even her family.

She walked into a familiar place. The alleyway was still the same from when she had blacked out in. Even though there weren't exactly any roadworks anymore, Dawn felt the need to walk down there. This had been where her journey began. Would this be where it ended, too? Just at the end of the alleyway, there was a man with a gun holding an old woman with a handbag hostage. She was terrified, only wanting to go home and forget what was happening here. And then for once, Dawn realised she could do something about this. She ran towards them to stop this. "Hey! Leave her alone!" she yelled at the man. The man turned to face Dawn and aimed his gun at her. He shot a bullet, but Dawn raised her hand and the bullet was deflected into the wall when it neared her. Dawn sent a light blast directly at his chest and he fell to the floor, unconscious. The old woman looked at Dawn, shocked, but grateful. Dawn hurried away to avoid a scene.

[Que Será Será]

Daiod looked upon the tower and he knew what he had to do. He walked up to the top of the tower and a key appeared in his hand.
The voice called out again " Reclaim some of which belongs to you. Now, open the door to walk the path of the Defender." Daiod nodded and open the door.
When he entered the tower, he noticed an unfamiliar item floating. The voice called out once again "Grab hold of this item, The Star Crescent." Daiod repeated "...Star Crescent."

Daiod grabbed the floating crescent shaped medallion with a star hole. Suddenly, Daiod was overwhelmed by a clear rift and the medallion morphed into a long rod.
"Ancient Magic.... Are you ready to train Davemonstra? Thr path of the Defender is a long and treacherous path." Daiod nodded and the voice replied "Well, it's time for
another change of scenery." Everything went black and Daiod was teleported somewhere else.

[Zildjian]

The crew spent everyone of those 12 miles interrogating Trinitad. "What we lose, cap'n?" "Was it of value?" "Can we naught just let it be?" No matter how many times they bothered him, Trinitad refusedto turn the ship back around. Trinitad had to get to Dawn, and then they had to get to Tre, and they had to defeat him. But above all that, he wanted to see her for another reason. Trinitad wanted to thank her. She stuck with him even as he was dying. She refused to leave him, even when her life was at stake. And that light he saw just before appearing on his ship? He knew exactly what that was. That was Dawn's rift. She brought him back to life. If it wasn't for her, Trinitad would still be under the Lost City. Which was...where again? There was no way of ever returning. Never again would they see Aashiq or any of the Adhams. They got there when the Kraken had thrown them on the shore of that island, and Trinitad knew Krakens didn't exist. There was no going back. There was no proof of its existence. Right now, there also wasn't any proof of the existence of Tre, except for of course Trinitad's word. But can one pirate's word be trusted?

Trinitad got out into the dinghy and looked up at his men. "Mind the ship. I am to go ashore. Alone," he said to them. They lowered the boat for him and Trinitad slowly rowed his way to shore. He hoped it would be easy to find her. Hopefully just as easy as before. He slowly rowed into the dock. He looked around. His head started to hurt. Trinitad forgot. This wasn't some parallel universe. Here, on earth, Trinitad couldn't step on land. This would have been the second time in his life. The place started spinning. He felt like he was going to throw up. There was only ting keeping himself from doing that. He had to find Dawn. He could throw up all he wanted after he saw her. "Hey, you alright mister?" asked a little boy who was walking by. Trinitad glared at him. A glare that was enough to make grown men cry. But the boy simply looked at him. Trinitad didn't like that. "Get out of here ye bilge rat!" he said as he pushed the boy aside and started running. But he couldn't take running. He stopped and sat down on a park bench. Behind him was a long, dark alleyway where there seemed to be some kind of commotion. He buried his head in his hands and tried to get rid of the pain. He pulled his head up for a second. Just long enough to call out one word, before letting it sink back into his hands.

"DAWN!"

[Rose]

Afraid. Lonely. Confused. Isolated. These were words to describe how Dawn was feeling. She didn't feel like the same person anymore. Saving that old woman's life and her valuables had been something, all right. But she didn't think that she could go back to being the same person that she was before, to the fearless netball captain who dreamt of being a professional player one day. That wasn't her anymore. Going to the Lost City had its dramatic effects on Dawn Turner and now she felt it was her turn to be somebody. Not even listening to the songs on her iPod could distract her from what she felt like right now. Dawn felt like a god, but a lonely one in that, too. One that decided who lived and died. She didn't want to be this kind of person, being an almighty creature that decided the cycle of life itself. This wasn't her. She felt it wasn't her destiny to be this kind of person and so she wanted to run away from it all. But how long could she run for?

But then all hope wasn't lost. That familiar voice, the one voice she thought would never speak again. The heroine in Dawn Turner kicked in and she sensed him. Trinitad? "He's alive!" she whispered to herself, unable to process what had occurred. He couldn't have possibly survived, right? She remembered. She remembered his heartbeat slowing down and leaving him there in the Lost City. There was nothing specific that could have brought him back. Or had it all been an illusion like she thought it had been? No, Dawn saw him die. She saw herself become infused with her own Rift! Some of these things made sense. So without any further hesitation, Dawn ran to where Trinitad's voice was coming from. He wasn't far from her! His voice was literally around the corner. Dawn sprinted to where he was and came to a halt when she saw that he truly was alive. "Trinitad ..." was all that she could say. The only word that only needed saying.