--- The castle above the fog---
As Barry sat at the head of table, his eyes locked onto the castle like setting that the meeting will place, his mind began to wander.
He thought of the argument he had with his adoptive grandfather, Henrik. Back when he was younger, still easily irritable, and less experienced at handling things.
The memory flashed back to the night when Barry had confronted Henrik about his desire to explore the supernatural world. Henrik had told him off, stating the dangers and risks involved.
But Barry had refused to listen, his curiosity and determination driving him head first into mysteries.
Hmm the argument had ended with me storming out of the study, leaving Henrik looking worried and concerned. Barry's eyes clouded over as he recalled the words they had exchanged.
"You just don't trust me, Grandfather. That's what this is about," Barry had said, his voice laced with anger and hurt. "You don't think I am capable enough of handling myself in the hidden matter that concerns the supernatural world."
Henrik's face had been set in a firm mask, his eyes filled with a deep concern. "It's not about trust, Barry. It's about protecting you. And I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe."
But he refused to be swayed by Henrik. He walked away from Henrik that night, determined to forge his own path.
And now, as he sat at the table preparing for the first ever gathering between the supernatural and the normal, he couldn't help but feel that, maybe he wasn't wrong in his decision.
The memories faded away, and Barry's focus returned to the present. He smiled, as he observed the floating body hidden deep within the fog while his eyes began to gleam with confidence, and following that train of thought; a hooded man and lady appeared at the end and by the side of the long ancient table respectively.
It was fairly obvious that they weren't real at a glance, since they looked lifeless and still. It would be impossible to deceive the soon to-be members of this club.
However, Barry already had an idea on how to solve this problem - it wasn't really some hard pressing issue that couldn't be solved, well not anymore.
"Anna("Sir, what may i do for you?"); I need your help in inhabiting one of this spiritual projection, so that you will attend this meeting as member."
("Understood sir, I will begin the consciousness transfer to this construct, after moving my body to safe place"), Thank you... ohh yes, you are permitted to change the projection to resemble that of your current body. If you feel like it. (" That will be splendid, Thank you sir,").
I heard her say as the body to my right, began to shift and turn as Great sage began molding tge body until it resembled her body in real-time. Her features were that of a tall, blonde middle eastern lady with shoulder-length wavy hair.
She wore an elegant ball dress that was tempered with special accessories and an accompanying regal veil obscuring her face.
But without a doubt, The most defining feature of hers, would be the hazel coloured eyes that she possessed.
"Ah this air and vibe, it has been a while since I came to the Axiom. Whenever I come here, I'm always in awe of how God created this extra place of existence inside the Everjade Castle and intertwined it with this world's story." Anna spoke while glancing at me.
"Yeah I can't dispute that, since I also get amazed at what he did for me but it sometimes gets offset by the fact that he set me up for fun," I sighed while standing up," Anywhoo thanks to what He did, this meeting will go down a lot easier for me."
"So what special plans do you have for the people of this meeting?," she inquired as I proceeded to gaslight her more," I am going to use this group as a startup for my initial plans of world domination in this verse."
"Yeah, I also really love this dress, makes me look really elegant," she quipped as she gestured towards the sit.
"Feeling good?, it really does look like you though, now then kindly select one from the layed out deck of cards." I instructed while tossing a deck of cards onto the table from where I stood.
Then, I cracked a devilish smile as I extended my hands towards the hooded clone opposite me, as the fog around began to gather.
It was a process of creation; similar to adding colour to a swirling mass of cloth, or drawing on an empty canvas and giving it life, it was in a sense similar to birthing an idea and then bringing it to life.
It was a beautiful feeling, one like no other - Barry mused as the clone in the question began to gain features, after all this was done; he looked like a red headed spanish person.
This process continued for a while, until the clone... No, my other self looked no different from an avatar of mine in real-life.
"So, are we to pick one card from this set then?." Great Sage chuckled as she watched me play around with the clone while she moved to collect a card from the spread out deck.
I heard her ask but a reply, I gave none as my mind was focused on the newly formed persona. Then with nothing but a thought. My newly made persona clasped his hands together and smiled coyly.
I thought when all of a sudden the card that Anna had picked up, began to change into something else.
As we watched the dull coloured card, We bore witness to the card changing from a bland, simple and lacking the original ashen color design before turning into something more complex and beautiful, taking on a purplish colour tone.
We saw as characters, pictures and most of all, a name began to appear on the card's surface. If before it looked simple with a colour scheme, now it looked like an elegant painting, hell - it now even had a new artstyl3 resembling a very beautiful calligraphy and a name that read; the High Princess.
"Fascinating little idea sir, am I to believe that this is how all of our club members will get their own seat name?."
She speechlessly surmised while the clone that I have decided to use as a self insert smiled to me, as I asked " Welcome to the club, my new member. Now, which seat did you want to draw?"
After saying that, Barry kept his mouth shut as the clone opposite him picked up a purple looking card before stroking his chin and laughing mischievously, " The Seat of White, The Builder."
"I shall become the Builder of the World." He proclaimed as the main body joined him for a hearty laughter.
After the laughter died, "Did you remember when I decided to finish my remaining quota of three out of four avatar space?." I questioned Anna, as I tilted my head up.
"Hmmn I indeed remembered that you could only create a maximum of four avatars, and you can't make anymore now right?," Wow she answered my question with another one.
"Indeed, I have three avatars that is released; one, the real life body that you're occupying Anna." I explained while gesturing towards her, "Then a clone that is responsible for learning and creation of spells, magical rules and magucal artifacts for me. And lastly, the one that I always leave in the shadow as a reserve backup."
"Either way, I will summon you back when it's time but until then, I will explain to the people I have invited personally," Barry sat down as he dismissed them before smiling.
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In a coffin, somewhere in New Orleans.
Freya Mikaelson layed asleep in a semi tomb, hidden away from humanity and kept away to suffer in silent.
Just picture a never ending blackness, it was like being awake but lacking even the ability to even move a bit. It was a kind issue that granted a death-like state — But the kind that stole your mind. No sound. No feeling. Just endless stillness.
Then suddenly, a sharp pull acted on her — it was like someone just yanked her through space.
I awoke to find myself sitted in what looked like a castle hall, a dim light glowing overhead,' Where am I? Though shouldn't I still be asleep by now? What's going on'. I thought to myself as look down to see a man slowly tapping on the armrest of his sit and by the side,
"Impossible!!! It can't be, why would are you here?,'" I blurted out as I saw someone, a person I never thought I will meet face to face.
Lost in thought i was, as the man slowly and shakily approach me - looking like he had seen a ghost. "Fre..Freya my dear, is that really you? You're alive?" The man who could only be my father stuttered as he stood before, looking unsure whether to embrace me or not.
But I didn't need to hesitate, I didn't need to think, I just needed to act - I reasoned as I rushed up to hug him, to conform that this wasn't a sick dream nor some illusion brought by my mind.
I hugged and squeezed as he too, wrapped his arms around my back in what could be described as a beautiful reunion.
Like the long awaited coming of spring after the cold and dreary winter.
"It's me dad, it's really me and I'm home," I scream as tears rush down my joyful face.
For a moment, I could see the stars and they were beautiful