 |
Flashpoint
Flashpoint. WWW.ROLEPLAYER.ME/1307526"ANNATAZ." " Something went terribly wrong ."ATTN: Thomas Wayne
MENTIONS: Amazons, Atlantis, War
S trange things happen to magi's, in any dimension or realm they reside in. The Homo Magi are a diminishing race even with efforts to survive. These beings have the ability to harness magic, in its purest form in any dimension they reside in. Their true origins lost with history.
Zatanna Zatara found herself hanging by the ankles with her arms tightly around her. To the untrained eye, the woman was trapped. This was the end for the woman, each movement she made transferred to motion as her body swung like a pendulum. The digital clock was ticking, counting down the numbers. She was running out of time, Zatanna Zatara get your act together!
...8....7...
The movements made her swings longer, raven hair following where her body had just been recently.
6... 5... CLICK
Zatanna's body disappeared in a cloud of smoke, nothing left but the rattles of the chains and cloth that bounded her. The digital clock froze, as did all movement or sounds. It was like time had frozen itself. "Ladies and gentlemen," the voice called out through the cold of the silence the light that shined on the stage had moved towards the back of the building to expose a grinning woman sitting on a swing in midair, "I hope you had a wonderful evening. Good night!" The audience watching roared with applause for the magician. Another show preformed to perfection. Zatanna took her top hat off and bowed from mid-air, showing her gratitude for the men and women who purchased a ticket to watch an evening of magic tricks. But were they tricks really?
An encore and a couple of hours later, the magician found herself sitting in front of her vanity mirror at home, staring at a photo of her mother when she was about her age. The lipstick stained wineglass made her feel vulnerable, staring at the blonde with heartache. She missed her mother entirely too much, as much as her father. At least she still had time with him. "Sindella Zatana, you would be proud of your daughter." She stated with a small smile over her lips. [Before the War, Flashpoint Paradox]
"Mom, I can't... I just..." the girl started, holding up the piece of cloth to her face.
"You just can't? Zatara's do not believe in this word."
The blonde woman placed her hand on the girl's back, eyeing the cloth and then the placement of her hands. With a few adjustments to the girl's hand, a look of satisfaction replaced the stern look. "Now try it." The dark haired girl stuck her tongue to her bottom lip, mimicking the movements that her mother made not only moments ago.
Nothing happened.
In rage, the girl threw the cloth across the room. "It's no use! I CAN'T do it! I'm not strong enough like you and dad. I HATE MAGIC!" she shouted before storming off, leaving a shocked and hurt woman behind. The outbursts were more frequent since Giovanni Zatara passed away. He was given the highest honors, but it wasn't enough for little Zatanna to watch her father sacrifice himself. It was a horror, a painful memory that Sindella had to revisit daily. The sacrifice that John had made tore what was left of the Zatara family apart. He own world crumbling. Sindella took a heated breath, eyes searched around the room for her crystal glass, old habits die hard.
Sindella sat by the window, the fire dying and the crystal glass pressed, nothing but tainted water from melted ice and scotch, lightly against her forehead. Days after Zatanna's outbreak she left home without leaving a note. Each Sindella would punish herself, staring out of the window for any signs of her daughter to come home. The signs were always absent without signs of her daughter, not even magic could assist her. Magic and luck were not on her side. Sindella did not even know if she were still breathing, an even worse punishment for the woman. Did she push magic too hard? The woman would never know, letting out a hefty sigh from her lips. Now she understood how Thomas Wayne felt when he lost his family.
Despite the same self-loathing Sindella felt that evening, there was something different. A disturbance in the peace of the dimension. A torn reality beginning to unravel. "Probably a late-night dump truck... it's nothing." She sated softly, bringing the crystal glass to her lips to dispose of the remaining liquid. Her hand brought the glass down to the table with force, making a loud clank. "I'm the worst mother in the galaxy." She mumbled, her body moved forward with intentions of going to her chambers with her fingertips still on the glass. The glass slid off the table, shattering on the floor into pieces.
[Current Day, Flashpoint Paradox] Sindella made no effort to figure out the disturbance within her world, her reasoning was a broken family. There was no hope, right? Her line of thinking began to change with what seemed to be the beginning of World War III. Amazonians and Atlanteans fighting against each other. For what? Power. Both races out to wipe the other out in the name of power. Justice. A game that man had created long ago. There were whispers within the Homo Magi community, as small as they were, of recruitment for either side. Sindella made it very clear to both races.
Magic was not to be used in any side of war.
If only her comrades were as loyal to their race. They were driven by other sources of power and fear, abandoning their creed. Others were taking matters into their own hands stateside. [In the works]
"Thomas! Thomas Wayne! Open this blasted door! I know you're in there." The blonde woman shouted, banging on the oversized entrance door. It washed over her that she was a stranger to the man, how she got past the gates would not be the first thing that came to mind. "There is something terribly wrong with this timeline, I know you can sense it, too. The waves, the Amazons, the war. All of it do not belong here."
Hopefully this would catch his attention. TEMPLATE CREATED BY WONDER WOMAN (OF THE GODS.).
|
