01/26/2015, 09:19 PM #232 Underground Library
Elkana woke up. She was lying on a red velvet couch with a sleek modern table next to it. Looming over her was a tree of enormous length and thickness, its ancient bark hard as steel, its heavy branches drooping down and forming its own canopy. The tree, the couch, and the table all were located on a decently-sized islet: one of many islets that were in this Underground Library. The islets were mostly separated by shallow bits of water that reached up to Elkana's knees, although some have, naturally or artificially, been connected. Near the giant tree fell a giant waterfall, dropping clear, emerald-hued water from the skies above.
This, to many, would be paradise. A large area, all by your own self, with beautiful nature scenery with more than enough supplies to sustain a living. But to Elkana, this was ordinary life. Of course it would be, she was here for at least 200 years.
Elkana rose from the couch she was sleeping on and walked towards the backside of the tree. Opposite to where the couch is stood a small alchemy workshop, with potions of varying colors stored in flasks, completely unmoving, simmering, or outright boiling. The potions were heated by a large burner powered by arcane fuel, emitting absolutely no smoke or fume that could pollute the extremely clean air of the Underground Library.
"About half a day and it'll be done." Elkana said to herself as she observed a bright red potion simmering in the flask, then stepped away from the workshop towards the vast expanse of the Underground Library.
About 200 years ago, the genius student Elkana discovered by accident the Underground Library. Education in the early days of Trinity Soul University was disorganized without curriculum, and Elkana found the classes boring. But here, she could study any variety of magic she wants, at the pace that she wants, with the peace and quiet that she needed. Elkana abandoned her boring life in the overworld and settled down in this new secret area she called home. And now two centuries passed, and Elkana, now practically immortal due to the exposure to a conglomeration of ancient, forgotten magic, still studying and experimenting in the infinite sea of magic. What was lost was her humanity and her dignity, but it was, to her, a small price to pay.
Elkana wandered aimlessly from islet to islet. It was what she would do when she's brainstorming for things to do, experiments to perform. Elkana was more than a human: she was the epitome of perfect magical being: alluring and graceful. Her olive green hair, untended to for centuries, drooped all the way to her ankles, with the tips always submerged in water whenever she traveled to and fro islets. She used to wear glasses, but exposure to variety of magics enhanced her vision so that she never needs it anymore; she just wears it out of habit. What was forgotten by Elkana instead was the importance of wearing clothes, showing off her figure for no one to see.
Something was off, and Elkana felt it. She approached an islet that had a large golden globe-like object that represented the most magically advanced calendar and realized what day it was. This was the day that Elkana first attended Trinity Soul University, 200 years ago.
"How nostalgic." Elkana said in a flat, deadpan manner. The age of human emotion and memory was past for Elkana.
Then suddenly, an idea for experiment hit Elkana. A little... coming out, per say, for Elkana, to the outside world after 200 years of abandonment.
"This'll be great for wasting time until the potion is done." Elkana said to herself, chuckling at the deviousness of her little plan, and set off to find an empty islet to start the experiment.Last edited by WriggleRid3r; 07/20/2015, 12:41 AM.