Aviah’s original design is dramatically different from his current one. He was originally a more imposing figure, with large angular pauldrons, and a golden greatsword. His prototype donned a bronze Hau- a nod to Makuta’s matoran form in the Mata Nui Online Game. Originally, I had planned to have him be either possessed by Makuta or manipulated by him. This idea was dropped, for I felt having Makuta as the core antagonist would be both cliché and lazy.
With the release of the first wave of Bionicle G2 sets, I continued to develop Aviah. I experimented with the different gold masks, ultimately settling with the gold Mask of Water given its similar shape to Aviah’s pauldrons. I was rather pleased with this look, for the aesthetic is somewhat reminiscent of the Sun- Aviah is the Turaga of Light after all.
With the release of the Mask Maker vs. Skull Grinder set, I began replacing Aviah’s black skeleton with a trans-light blue one. By this point, I had already began developing the other turaga. One aspect of these turaga’s design is that they all donned a protector’s mask. With this stated, I replaced the gold Mask of Water with Ekimu’s protector mask. It was then I had given Aviah his first name: Hipono.
Aviah’s original name was derived from the Maori words hiako, which means “hide,” as well as “to peel,” and pono, which means “truth.” His name essentially means both “hidden truth” and “to reveal truth.” Much like his mask, his name was changed for consistency, as all the New-Age turaga have names which begin with the prefix of their respective element.
As more G2 sets were released, and more parts became available, Aviah had undergone a complete redesign. At this point, I had a fairly-solid idea regarding the direction I wished to take the lore of Akota Nui; however, I was ultimately unsatisfied with Aviah’s design and lore. His design was too similar to Ekimu’s, and what was planned for his original story left much to be desired in terms of character development.
I plan to completely redesign Aviah, as well as, rewrite Aviah’s character, with the lore overhaul. Originally, I had planned to write a story in which the destruction of the holy city Av-Koro (originally M’rama) and Aviah’s subsequent disappearance were the catalysts which would commence the protagonist’s adventure. While elements from my original concept are bound to make it in the revised lore, I plan to change many aspects regarding the destruction of Av-Koro, Aviah’s disappearance, and Aviah’s relationship with the Papal Administration, the Vagrants, and the Matoran clans. If you wish to read Aviah’s original lore, it may be found here.
This has been part three of my 300-Follower Special. Thank you all for your continued support, and an extra-special thanks to those who read this in its entirety (I know it’s a bit of a lengthy read ^_^’). See you in the final part in which we delve into the evolution of the dangers of Akota Nui.
This is an open invitation to all to create and submit your own matoran for my Akota Nui continuity. To help you get started, you’ll find a brief overview of the different matoran races with links to their turaga below. I highly recommend reading both the turagas’ lore as well as the overviews. If I feel a character really fits well into the continuity, I may make them canon. If I do canonize them, I'll make a special post regarding the character.
To submit, simply include @toakiora in your post. Please include a link to this post so that others may know how to participate.
If you have any questions regarding the open build, Akota Nui, the matoran, etc., feel free to submit an ask.
Have fun!
~Toa Kiora <3
The Ancients and the Outsiders
The Ancients are the matoran who survived the Second Cataclysm and existed before the Third. The Great Cataclysms are events which brought an end to nearly all life on the planet. The nature of the Cataclysms is unknown, for most of the Ancients’ records have been lost to time. Nevertheless, there are numerous, often conflicting, beliefs regarding what may have transpired during the Third Cataclysm.
Before the Third Cataclysm, it was believed the Ancients were visited by an extraterrestrial race known as the Outsiders. Ancient and Outsider relics riddle Akota Nui, and they lend to the belief that the two species managed to integrate into a singular society- a peace which did not last. Many believe that the Third Cataclysm was the result of a conflict between the Outsiders and the Ancients, yet few can agree to the nature of the conflict. Some suggest that the Outsiders were divine, deeming them ‘Angels,’ and that they were sent by the Great Spirit to bring salvation to the Ancients. These same individuals believe that the Ancients failed to be redeemed, and thus were destroyed as punishment. Others suggest the Outsiders sought to betray the Ancients and claim the island for their own. Nevertheless, both the Ancients and the Outsiders are gone- proof of their existence solely manifest by the decaying ruins scattered across the land.
Vagrants
Ethereal beings which inhabit Akota Nui. What used to be a minor nuisance to the matoran is now perhaps the greatest threat to matoran life. The Vagrants are generally hostile towards matoran, although other, more peculiar, behaviors have been observed.
Av-Matoran: High Turaga Aviah
Only one Av-Matoran exists on Akota Nui, High Turaga Aviah. As founder of the Church of Cradle, Akota Nui’s most powerful religious institution, Aviah holds phenomenal influence. Beneath Aviah is the Church’s Papal Administration, a zealous group of elites which oversees the actions of the Church and enforces its laws. The principle belief of the Church is that all life on Akota was born from a singular divine entity, known simply as ‘Mother.’ It is their belief that Mother was the one chosen by the Angels to renew life on Akota after the Angels brought an end to the Ancients as punishment for their sins. They believe she slumbers within the Cradle of Life, an ancient temple which rests at the center of the island. Through her, they believe they can be reborn as Angels. As such, the Church scours the island, searching for the key to gaining entrance into the Cradle of Life, an ancient temple which lies at the center of the island.
Originally, the Church of Cradle was a peaceful institution, but as the years passed, and the Vagrant threat increased, the Papal Administration grew more fearful that the end was near. Their laws grew stricter and their influence more heavy-handed. They became invasive, interfering with the livelihoods of those who did not share their faith. While Aviah discouraged this, the Papal Administration undermined his words, and they slowly relinquished Aviah of his standing within the Church. One day, Aviah called the other turaga to M’rama, the holy city which serves as the Church’s base of operations. Only one turaga arrived at the city, it was then M’rama fell to the Vagrants and Aviah disappeared. With M’rama gone, and their numbers devastated by the Vagrant attack, the Church had fallen into disarray.
Ga-Matoran: Galia, Turaga of Water
The Ga-Akotan Domain is a matriarchal society led by the graceful Galia, Turaga of Water. Women compose the majority of the Ga-Akotan population, and they often hold positions of greater significance. Nevertheless, both men and women are treated as equals.
The Ga-Akotan rule the waterways, providing commerce, as well as transit for travelers, through Akota Nui’s vast network of rivers. Before the fall of M’rama, the Papal Administration attempted instill crippling taxes on trade and transportation in an attempt to garner additional funds for their operations. Galia opposed this, and ties with the Church were severed as conflict arose between the two factions.
Ko-Matoran: Konari, the Vanished
The Ko-Akotan scholars toil surreptitiously within the Grand Archives, seeking to uncover the truth behind the very nature of Akota Nui. They are led by the three Grand Scholars: Korva, Kotapa, and Otelle. While the Grand Scholars possess minimal interest in the Church’s faith, they share a common interest: gaining access to the Cradle’s depths. The Grand Scholars are convinced that the truth they’re seeking lies in the heart of the temple. The Church and the Grand Scholars formed a powerful partnership; however, as the Church continued to assert itself upon the denizens of Akota, unease rose among the Ko-Akotan scholars.
Le-Matoran: Lenua, Turaga of Air
The Le-Akotan live fleeting lives. As such, it is customary for Le-Akotan to embark on a journey of self-fulfillment before their passing. Once a Le-Akotan reaches young adulthood, their departure is christened by the Ceremony of the South Wind.
Onu-Matoran: Onuvius, Turaga of Earth
Onu-Akotan tend to live reclusive lives within the walls of Onu-Koro. They’re steeped in mystery, birthing myths of peculiar rituals and even Vagrant worship. Within Onu-Koro is the Darkwatch, a small religious sect tasked with guarding the Pit- and chasm which is home to an indescribable darkness. At some point in their lives, Onu-Akotan of Onu-Koro are granted a choice whether or not to leave Onu-Koro. This decision is permanent. It is unknown what befalls those who choose to stay. As for those who depart, they are sworn into secrecy, vowing never to disclose the happenings of Onu-Koro. Each are assigned a Shadow, an adept assassin tasked solely to dispatch the Onu-Akotan if ever they dare impart Onu-Koro’s secrets, as well as the one the secrets were revealed to.
Po-Matoran: Poha, Turaga of Stone
Within the Karzahni Desert, there is a clan of Po-Akotan known as the Transients. In the cooler seasons, they scour the desert for Ancient ruins uncovered by the hazardous desert winds. During the summer, when the heat has become too much for even them to bear, they journey across Akota Nui in search of trade. They trade Ancient relics for food, supplies, and various other items; however, they save the best finds for the Ko-Akotan scholars. Over the years, the relationship between the Ko-Akotan scholars and the Transients grew unstable, for Korva’s questionable research, and her ties to the Papal Administration, gravely concerned the Transients’ leader.
Ta-Matoran: Tamir, Turaga of Fire
The once-mighty Ta-Akotan empire has been rendered to naught but ash. None are certain as to the nature of Ta-Koro’s destruction, but many myths permeate the taverns across Akota Nui. Most believe the volcano, once thought to be dormant, the Ta-Akotan empire was built upon erupted, immolating all caught within the blast. There are whispers, however, of a monstrous figure rising from the volcano’s summit. Some even say the Church had a hand in it, for the Ta-Akotan were powerful opponents to the Church. Nevertheless, few Ta-Akotan remain, and they tend to live in secrecy- they hold great value in the trafficking market.
Castiel turned to look at her. "Aviah," he said in return.
She walked, then jogged, over to him, standing in front of him for a moment before proceeding to wrap him in an embrace. Castiel was stiff before very carefully putting his hands on her shoulders. She pulled back and smiled joyfully at him, eyes covered with moisture. "Brother. It is so good to see you again."
"You as well, sister. I heard news about your Falling but I thought them merely rumors." He glanced behind her before looking back at his fellow angel questioningly. "You are cavorting with witches,” he stated in question.
"Yes, brother. Mostly just the one, though."
She turned to Rowena who had followed her, grasping her hand to usher her beside her. "Rowena, this is Castiel, one of my brothers. Castiel, Rowena Macleod, the witch whom I Fell for."
Castiel studied the redhead with concentration. "Nice to meet you," he acknowledged.
"Aye," Rowena nodded. "Ye as well." She glanced behind him at the handsome men in plaid. "And you too, lads."
Dean had his arms crossed while Sam looked at them unsurely. Aviah glanced at them before approaching the brothers and extending her hand. "Hello, Dean and Sam Winchester. I am Aviah, former Angel of the Lord. It is good to finally meet you."
Dean glanced at Sam as the taller of the two shook Aviah's extended hand, he did the same after him. "Nice to meet you, too," said Dean.
"When you said 'Fell'," began Sam. "Do you mean like Anna . . .?"
"Not quite," she said. "Anna had Fallen of her own volition. I Fell due to my emotions towards her." She indicated her witch.
"You fell for a witch," Dean said skeptically. "If that isn't the most cliched love story, I don't know what is."
"How did you manage to find her? How did you even remember who she was?" Sam asked.
"My Falling was different from Anael's. When I had landed, I was already in a grown human body."
Dean grabbed Sam by the arm. "Would you excuse us for a moment?" He said, before dragging Sam a little bit away, turning from the others. "Dude. First angels, now witches?"
"I know, Dean. But a witch working with an angel? Come on, that has to mean, at the very least, that she's good, right?"
"Yeah, you're forgetting that angels are dicks. I mean, all except for Cas here, and he started out a dick, too."
"Fine, I see your point. But let's just give them a chance, alright? I mean, Falling because of how much you love someone? That's gotta count for something, right?"
"Fine, we'll give them a shot,” he huffed. “Just remember, witches are bitches, alright?"
Sam nodded and they returned.
"You are aware that just because I am without Grace does not mean that I am completely human?" she asked the brothers. "Thus, I heard your conversation well and I take offense to your name calling, Dean Winchester."
Dean looked thrown and tightened his lips, before rubbing the back of his head and looking a tad sheepish. It was Sam who said, "I'm sorry for that. We haven't had the best luck with angels. Or witches, for that matter."
Aviah nodded as Castiel spoke. "It's alright Sam. Aviah is not an enemy, am I correct?" he asked her.
She nodded. "No, Castiel. I am not. I wish to avert the Apocalypse as well. And I understand your reservations about us, Dean Winchester. But please ease yourself on the name calling. Those are my brothers and sisters, and my human, you were talking about."
Rowena took her hand and rubbed her arm, soothing her ire. "Easy now, darling," she calmed. "Forgive her boys, she's a wee touch protective with her family and, well, me."
"He did not mean any disrespect." Castiel assured Rowena and Aviah.
"Aye. Sure he didn't," Rowena said with a roll of her eyes. "Ya don't have ta be defendin' them. They're hunters; it's in their blood."
"We're sorry," Sam apologized to them again, now looking at the redhead witch. To Aviah, he said, "You say you want to help us stop the apocalypse?"
"Yes, Sam Winchester. I will not allow my brothers to destroy God's creation. I will help."
"Well, right now, we need to stop Lilith from opening anymore of those seals," said Dean. "Think you can help with that?"
Aviah glanced at Castiel warily. "I---" she turned to look at Rowena who sighed then nodded at her.
"I'm sure I can find somethin'. Just get me the books and I'll start right on it."
"Thank you, my love," Aviah said, kissing her hand.
The boys were a little uncomfortable at the display. Not because they were homophobic, it was just strange to see what was technically still an angel be all loving towards what they knew to be a witch. It seemed too unnatural.
Rowena gave her a smile before turning to the boys. "I'll give ya my number and you can let me know if ye've found anythin'. Send any books ye might have to me. I assume ye're angel knows where we'd be stayin'?"
"Yes," answered Castiel. "I could find you."
"That's that then," she concluded, asking for one of their cellphones so she could put her number there. After that, they went their separate ways, two new allies for what the brothers were coming to call as 'Team Free Will.”
She opened her eyes and felt something she had never felt before.
Pain.
Lately, she's been feeling a lot of things she hasn't felt before.
Slowly, she got up, pain lancing up and down her body. Her very human, very naked body. It was dark and she was in what looked to be a large crater. Gingerly, she raised a hand up and touched her back, wincing and instantly withdrawing her hand as the pain there intensified.
It was unexpected, what happened.
She, along with a few other angels, were assigned to watch over Earth. It was a quiet duty and a few times she would even hear a few of her brothers and sisters comment on how lonely it was. It was a duty they had kept at for thousands of years. She, Aviah, had been part of the majority who never complained, though the thought did cross her mind fleetingly at times.
It was more than two centuries ago that she came across a certain human. At first, the human was just the same as everyone else; messy, irrational, chaotic. The fact that said human was a witch with natural magic wasn't anything she hadn't seen before. She did her duty and watched everyone equally. But somehow, without her own awareness, she found herself watching the human more and more frequently. It wasn't that there was anything special about her, yet she found herself slowly becoming interested. And it was then that her first transgression, as her kind would call it, came to pass.
The witch was a small human, frail looking but with eyes that shone with ambition. She had a small son, a tiny, intelligent child by human standards, that she treated horribly, but looked at with something resembling fondness when he was asleep or unaware.
She had been watching her for years by that time, since she was but a small child, discovering her natural power and hiding it, refusing to practice as so many of her kind did. If she were to be honest with herself, she felt a tiny amount pleased at the human. As she did whenever she saw goodness, restraint and virtue at any moment in the world. It made the experience of seeing all the death, pain and suffering worth it.
She had frequently glanced as a myriad of events transpired in the human's life. The hardships she suffered through by not being a part of the wealthy and well-to-do; the small moments of joy, laughter and contentment; of falling in love and the happiness that came with the emotion; of fear and anger and disappointment at being abandoned, alone and without any assurance of what is to come.
She had felt the usual twinge of something resembling sorrow and sympathy at the time but did something that she had never done before. She had interfered. When the human decided to use magic and had begged to be allowed to join a sisterhood of powerful witches that ruled over all the others, she had given a little nudge towards those in charge, for them to consider her application and admit her into their fold.
It was forbidden to intervene if you had not been prayed to. Forbidden still to assist a monster or witch in any way.
That was likely what had started the little avalanche that led to her Falling.
The human was powerful and blossomed quickly into a witch of caliber. And, although she stewed in her decision to interfer and allow said human the tools to expand her own given power, she was secretly, even to her own self, pleased that the human has had a chance to rise from her unfortunate beginnings and create a better life for her and her child.
That transgression, though, had not yielded the results she anticipated. The witch was a cold and harsh mother and did not treat the child any better than before. Aviah was disappointed at the human but took very small comfort in the continuation of said hidden looks of fondness. Even as the years progressed and she came to question her interference more and more.
The little witch grew callous and cruel. She didn't care for the lives her magic affected, the lives that were taken as she practiced her craft. Aviah grew bitter with the witch, due to both the human's actions and her own foolish one. That bitterness did not end her interest, however, and when the witch was casted out and considered an outcast by her kind's hierarchy, forced on the run, leaving the child she treated poorly in a workhouse, Aviah had continued to watch over both mother and son.
The little witch didn't have much material possessions and, though she was powerful, her former coven had practically sent her to exile from all their kind. Not that it stopped the little witch, who travelled around the globe, continuing on learning her craft in secret. Many a time, Aviah had had to intervene. Small actions, whispered suggestions, lighter symptoms when illness inevitably struck. Practically insignificant actions that were carefully disguised so as not to draw the attention of her brothers and sisters and incur punishment.
It was then that Aviah learned the human concept of sneaking. Something the older angels likely knew how to do but she herself did not, until that moment.
After the witch left from her coven, and, in turn, fled from her village and son, Aviah had begun interfering or helping, a second person as well. The witch's son who was left on his own with no one to care for him.
It was small things as well. Unable to provide him with material comforts, she eased his pains and whatever illnesses he caught. Unable to physically protect him, she guided him on where to run and where to hide. And unable to send him finances for necessities, she had turned his notice to opportunities to earn his bread and make his livelihood.
Like his mother, he had disappointed her. Time and again. He had become a drunk, he picked fights, he had a child not even born from love, and he was as harsh and cold a parent as his own had been. Worse yet, he dealt with demons and sold his soul. The disgust she felt, as she watched him sell his immortal soul for a few more inches to his rod. He had died a few years later, as hellhounds tore at him. She could do nothing but watch, all her efforts in the past seemingly for naught.
She had turned away then, from that part of the world and, in extension, his son. She did not return her sights there until decades later, only to find that his son died only weeks after she had turned from him.
She had felt shame for the first time, and had regretted her actions for decades. She still feels a twinge of it whenever she remembers.
After the son had been dragged to hell, she had turned her helpfulness fully towards the witch. She didn't like what the little witch was doing, did not approve of the people who died along the way as she progressed in her studies. Still, she found herself assisting when necessary. It was around those years she realized that she was acting much like how most humans perceived angels to be. Guardians, helpers, protectors. She hoped her superiors never found out.
Years, decades, and centuries passed and the longer she watched, the more her interest had evolved. She had realized after the son's death that she had grown fond of the little witch and even the boy. Had only realized it after months of stewing in bitterness, disgust and, disappointment, at what became of the child and of what his mother was becoming. And that fondness grew, even as the witch worsened and became one of the worst of her kind. She found herself becoming accustomed to the cruelty and death she'd witness from the witch and, eventually, she was surprised to find that her actions no longer pulled forth disgust.
This, too, had evolved and she started to feel something unfamiliar.
Jealousy.
It burned low inside her whenever she watched her little witch become physically intimate with anyone. At first, she mistook it for anger, then disappointment. It took a while to understand what it was exactly she was feeling, it was so foreign.
When she did, it was quickly followed by another realization. The feeling of possession. The feeling that someone belonged to you. It was another foreign feeling that she had a suspicion her superiors knew about.
And new emotions kept appearing.
A part of her felt some measure of fear. Fear for the changes that had been occurring within her for years and which she had only realized was possibly changing something fundamental about her being. She wanted to speak to a higher up, someone more knowledgeable who she could confide in about her condition and who could explain what was happening to her. However, she knew logically that she couldn't. Not unless she wanted to be cast out. She would have earned herself a harsh reprimand and corrective punishment with her first few transgressions but now . . .
She didn’t want to fall from grace, did not want to be exiled like her witch had been centuries ago.
So she kept it to herself and unknowingly continued her slow descent from grace. She learned and understood more about humanity in those following years then she ever did in the millennia she had watched over them. She understood why they frolicked and played, and danced and smiled. Why they hurt each other and fought, and cheated, and deceived and stole. Why they 'made love' and why they 'fucked'.
She doubted her brothers and sisters could see just how beautiful the humans were. Not just their light, but their darkness, too. She wondered what it would be like for the angels to be like them. To be allowed to exist as they were but to able to feel as humans do.
To be able to have the same capacity for choice that they have.
Her fondness for her witch grew and grew until she was surprised that she was suddenly falling, white-hot flash of fire searing her as her grace was ripped from her and she fell thousands of feet down, eventually closing her eyes as she collided with the unforgiving ground.
And here she was now. Alone, human, and in pain.
She braced through the pain and stood up slowly, testing her human body. She wondered why she was not an infant. When her sister Anna fell, she had watched as she was reborn into a human infant. Shouldn't she be one as well?
Her steps were unsteady as she walked in the crater, her body still pained and aching. She heard sounds as she struggled to find a way out of the crater. Scuffles and barking. A faint light was shone above her which slowly brightened. She blinked as her human eyes adjusted.
"What in heaven ---?" a man's voice said. Her lips quirked in a smile. Another one of the things she had learned. Irony.
Light shined down towards her. The dog's barking loud in her ears. "Shit!" the man cursed. "You're --- Are you alright miss? What are you doing down there?" he questioned as he shined the light all over the crater. "Hold on, I'll get you out --- I'll ---"
The light disappeared. She waited patiently, staring at the sky in the meantime. Stars littered the night sky and a crescent moon hung high. She has truly Fallen. But with her full memories intact along with a grown body. Did her brothers and sisters see her fall? Did they know it was her? What must they be saying right now? She couldn't hear them.
Light shined on once more and a ladder was sent down along with a bundle of cloth. She picked the latter up and identified it as a robe. She carefully wore it over her sensitive skin, feeling much less exposed with the material on.
"Are you decent, miss?" called the man.
"Yes," she called experimentally, her voice hoarse and quiter than she intended. It was also vastly different from her angelic voice.
"Can you climb up? Do you need help?"
She tested her strength; the pain was already fading. Grasping at a bar and hoisting herself up a rung, she found that she was able to. "I can."
She began to climb. After a moment of thought, she added. "Thank you."
She was helped up the last rung and helped upright. "Your welcome. Are you alright? How did you get in there? And where in heaven's name were your clothes?" the man asked, looking her over for injury, concern and confusion on his face. He was an old man and wore a buttoned shirt and pants that extended to his torso. Behind him was a vehicle --- a truck --- and a dog.
"I am fine." She looked around them. There were some sparse trees. "Where am I?"
"Where are you?" the man asked, scratching his head. "Uh, well --- you're in my farm. How did you get here, anyways? Where'd you come from?"
She glanced at him. Humans were not usually aware of beings other than themselves. She would have to lie if she did not want to be thought mentally unwell. Another first. "I walked here. I am from a city nearby."
The man looked more confused and appeared skeptical. "The nearest city is 12 miles from here. You walked --- ?"
"Do you know where I might find food and appropriate clothing?" she asked, cutting him off. She had been watching humans long enough to know what she would require as one. "And acceptable shelter with a fire?"
"I ---" the man spluttered. He scratched his head again. "Well, your welcome to stay at my home, but it's nothing big or anything --- "
"I appreciate your kindness." she replied.
"Er," he shuffled. "Well, follow me, I guess." He walked to his truck and she followed. He entered through a door and she tried to imitate his actions with the opposite one, as she had seen humans do, but found that she could not open the door.
"Here, let me," he reached and opened the door for her. She got inside, closing the door only after the man's canine had jumped inside, landing on her lap. She stroked the animal's slightly coarse fur as the man drove them.
They stopped mere minutes later at a humble wooden dwelling. Electrical lights shone from inside and the porch. They got out from the vehicle, the man once again opening the door for her. She studied his actions and learned. Following into the house, she only realized that she had been cold as she felt the warmth from the fire he stoked in the hearth.
"I have some food here and a cot, somewhere." he told her, walking to another room, the sound of items banging and clanging.
She looked around, rubbing the dog's head as he looked up at her, panting. After a few minutes, the man emerged carrying a cot. He placed it in the middle of the room, near the fire. "There you are," he huffed. "I've already placed the soup on the stove, it shouldn't take long."
She watched him retreat back into the room. She glanced at the cot, walked over and took a seat on it. She waited patiently, staring at the fire, brushing the dog's fur, lost in thought. She was now a human. Graceless and away from home for the first time since her creation. It was overwhelming and frightening, but also . . . exhilarating, in a strange sort of way.
She turned her thoughts away from the graver consequences of her Falling and instead attempted to imagine what she might do with this newfound Humanity. One thought instantly came to her mind: her witch.
She felt a shiver go through her new body, one born from a quickly growing anticipation. She could finally do all the things she had contemplated on during the years. She could visit her witch, in the flesh, face-to-face. She could speak to her; be seen by her eyes; addressed, for the first time since she had come to watch over the woman.
She felt energy course through her body and wondered about the sudden feeling before recognizing it as excitement. Perhaps even adrenaline. Yes, the human version of an influx of Grace, she remembered.
"The soup's done," called the man, returning her focus on the present. He soon came into the room with a bowl of something steaming, resting on it's mouth. "Careful now, it's hot," cautioned the man as he handed her the bowl.
She took it carefully, noting the way the held it. He smiled at her awkwardly afterwards. "If you need anything else, just let me know, alright?"
She nodded at him and once again said, "Thank you." He nodded in return and left. She carefully ate her soup, surprised at the heat and flavor on her tongue. It was very good.
She finished it off just as the man came back, carrying a pillow and blanket. "You all done?"
She nodded, placing the bowl on the bed beside her. He took it before placing the other objects down. "There," he stated. "Will you be alright, miss?" He looked at her skeptically, eyeing the bathrobe she wore. "Are you sure there's nothing else I can do for you? Anyone I can call . . .?"
"No, thank you. I appreciate your kindness. I will be fine." she assured.
"Okay," said the man uncertainly. "I'll be going to bed now. The bathroom is down the hall, if you need it. And the kitchen is just beside it," he gestured to the doorway he disappeared off to. "Well, goodnight."
"Goodnight, as well," she bid him, recognizing the cue. He left, calling the dog after him. She was now alone.
Positioning the pillow beneath where her head would lay, spreading the blanket over herself and lying down, she stared at the ceiling. The silence, other than the sound of crackling in the fireplace, was odd. Silence in Heaven was different, though she could not place how. She only knew that here, on Earth, the silence felt oppressive and deafening.
She closed her eyes and conjured up an image of her witch in her mind's eye. The familiarity brought her comfort and soon she was able to relax and fall asleep.
Food: Sushi
Drink: Pina Colada
Book: (dont make me choooseee) LOTR, Percy Jackson, The Hobbit, Harry Potter
Author: UH... John Green??
Song: dont.....make.....me
Movie: aRE you FUcKing mE
TV Show: Sherlock, Hannibal.
Band: MCR, FOB, Imagine Dragons,
Solo Artist: i dont know?????
Place: India, Canada?
School Subject: Theatre!
Sport: Football or "Soccer"
Actor: Robert Downey Jr, Tom Hiddleston, Benedict Cummberbatch, Misha Collins, Michel Cera
Actress: Angelina Jo, Natalie Portman, Ellen Page
Life
Best Friends: Aviah and Adrian
Significant Other: HAHAHAHAHA
Siblings: walk up in the club like what up im an only child
Dream Job: Actress, Illustrator, Animation Artist, Graphic Design Artist, Singer/ Song Writer.
Tattoos: Not legal yet... but i want a watercolor tattoo!
Piercings: Ear. But I kinda want an industrial or helix
Languages: English and some Spanglish
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Reason Behind URL: I'm in a butt load of fandoms, and i ship WAY to many gay boys. I also love making people smile and blush so. if you're talking about my domain name, it's because Adrian is my fox prince, and i'm her deer princess. and because i really like deer okay okay.
Reason Behind Icon: MARCO IS MY BABY AND-
Why You Joined: aVIAH
First URL: ew it was askrainstorm.tumblr.com please take it ew
# of Blogs: uh. like. 10 or something.
1. State your name: Manon
2. State the name that your parents almost named you: Scout
3. Which of your relatives do you get along with the most? Mom
5. Did anything embarrassing happen this week? I fell backwards off of my swivel desk chair omfg
6. Do you miss your ex? NO
7. White chocolate or dark chocolate? how about neither
8. Do people praise you for your looks? sometimes people call me cute and i blush a lot and stutter. other times people tell me i have awesome hair and thats super cool so.
9. What is your favorite color of clothing to wear? black, light green, or dark red
10. How do you wear your makeup? i don't really wear makeup unless its a special occasion, but i go with black eyeliner, mascara, and red lipstick.
11. What are some of your nicknames? it really depends on my hair color and/or friend. but i get Lava Girl, Mary, Momo, Ramona, Boo/ Buga Boo, and a new one, Eugene
12. How many bedrooms are in your house? 2!
13. How many bathrooms? 2
14. Do you have a job? I wish, i mean, money,
15. Do you have a car? i have a broken bike, roller-skates, and a scooter do those count
16. Do you work out every week? HAHAHAHHAHAHAHA i have to because gym
17. Did you brush your teeth this morning? if i can help it? but sometimes i run late and i have to drink my coffee and hope for the best.
18. Have you ever kissed someone you never saw again? nooo
19. Have you ever sung in front of a crowd? YES FRICK
20. What kind of bathing suit do you wear? mostly one pieces, but sometimes i wear a bakini if I'm confident
21. Do you like your eyes? yeah. sometimes i wish they where blue.
22. Do you think you are pretty? it really depends?
23. Who was the last person you talked to in person? motherr
24. How much money is in your bank account? 100 dollars from like forever ago.
26. Do you want kids? not really? but if i where to have kids i'd adopt. one.
27. Tell me what your back pack looks like: its a stupid brown shoulder bag with the m&m logo on it
28. What celebrity do you think is hot? frick everyones hot... Lenny Karvitz tho
29. Last movie you saw in theaters: Inside Louin Davis
30. Are you dating the same person you dated last year? I'm single hahaha
31. Has someone you were dating ever cheated on you? nah
32. Have you ever cheated? nah
33: Have you kissed someone whose name starts with a ‘J’? nah
34: What do you like to do in your spare time? Read, write, draw, talk to friends online, listen to music, ice skate, swim, sing.
35: Do you have a facebook? If so, would you add the person who you reblogged this from? no i deleted my Facebook a long time ago
36: Who was the last person you texted? My friend Jessica
37: How many datefriends have you had? like someone who I'm so close to people think we're dating? if so, two. Aviah (yoooo) and Jake (ew you nerd.) or like, someone i've dated, but am still friends with? if so, one. Cali (what up girl)
38: How do you look right now? perfect red hair, grey shirt and pajama pants
39: Who’s the person who first comes to your mind when someone mentions “love”? my mother, then a few of my friends (Aviah, Adrian, you know who you are) and then jeanmarco so.
Favorite season: Winter! ( We just got more snow I'm so happy)
Favorite animal: Fox
Favorite movie: LOTR, any musical really, Despicable Me
Anything you need to work on?: Virtual Drawing Skills
Who ended your last relationship?: Me because he was a pushy asshole
Are you friends with your ex?: At the moment, yes, but I'm kinda doubting it as of late.
Do you prefer someone shorter or taller?: It doesn't really matter to me!
Dark hair or light hair?: Doesn't matter
Smart or attractive?: Either! But if I had to pick one, smart!
Is creativity attractive?: UH YEAH
Do you care how much money they have?: No! It's whats on the inside that counts!
Your last text: "I have to get up at five... Mine comes at six fifteen"
Last one i received: "5:30"
The last thing you ate: Sweet potato fries
The last thing you drank: Diet Pepsi
The last song you listened to:
The last book you read: (fan fiction counts right???) Interstate 80 by sinelanguage
The last movie you watched:
Do you play any instruments?: Violin, and my voice??
what are you pets’ names?: My eldest cat's name is Minou, then I have the fat goof ball Tofu, and finally, my four year old fish, Vicky.
A random childhood memory: In elementary school, this disgusting boy named Gideon said that girls can't play kickball and I punched him in the face and broke his nose.
Your favorite color to wear: Black makes me look like a badass and clashes beautifully with my red hair so yeah.
