Crystallized Miracles

Crystallized Miracles

"It's just a legend, a myth.... Isn't it?"

It is neither. The camp of miracles is as real as the nose on your face. It was said, many years ago, the Greek gods saw their enslaved people and made this safe heaven for them to flee. Their people heard of such a land and thus sought it.

Before you find this prize, you must escape...

Escape is the hardest of all. Slaves are sold at auctions and bought by the highest bidder. Many are used for fieldwork, cooking, cleaning, and vulgar nights. This is a place for them all to run to. The gods shall watch over you. But before you get there you must escape from your oppressors. Come to the land where all shall be safe. Come to Crystallized Miracles...

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The scene where the RP begins is this:

Your character(s) are in a fugitive camp. The smell of food makes your mouth water, and you eat with great urgency. You know that the tomorrow night, you will need your strength. That is when you depart. For the next 24 hours, you realize you will need to learn about your companions, find out their strengths and weaknesses. You stare into the small fire, large enough only to provide warmth against the chilly autumn air. You all know that winter is coming soon, and that you must find this magical place before one of you freeze to death. You stare up at the sky, seeing the lights of the stars, and the small sliver of a moon. You feel lonely, the moon will no longer be there tomorrow night, making you unseen as you depart from the camp. You rise, knowing you should collect information from your companions. You take your leave, looking round at the different tents and beds of the slaves there, and the familiar question races through your mind. Will you find Crystallized Miracles?

Jason stood quietly looking over the men and women. The thrive for food constantly driving him insane. The magical land of which he has heard of is where he wanted to get. But to do so, he must get out of this hell hole and travel. He would not survive if winter came, and that rather scared him, for if he is sold before he could escape, he wouldn't have much chance at all. They were going to move in twenty-four hours, there by giving him an excellent chance, but, his companions all want the same prize, and would do anything to get it. May it be the death of most, some will reach their destination.

Jason smiled to himself and let out a small giggle. Not very many would talk to him, but he doesn't talk to them either, he is rather shy, and of course, that small fact that he fancies men over women. Though he can fall in love with anyone, he is known to be with guys. He giggled a bit more and looked at all the people again. "Perhaps... I should talk to someone?" he asked himself and he let out a sigh, "I couldn't.. I'd probably get embarrassed over something and/or say something that i shouldn't..."

Jason sat back down away from the others, alone in a small shadow. His right eye half closed as to his scar received by his best, and true friend the day he killed his friend's father. That scar caused his right eye to go completely color blind, there by making him dizzy in a place with many colors. He giggled as he rubbed over the L shaped scar remembering his friend. and looked up into the sky, the beautiful stars, the beautiful moon. This may very well be the last time he will have such a peaceful night. He closed his eyes, listening to the soft whistle of an autumn wind, getting colder by the minute.

Jason wrapped his arms around himself as he gently curled up warming his chest ever so slowly. He wondered about the future, the cold world being as harsh as it has been. He smiled as his eyes closed. He was tired, but couldn't fall asleep. He had to learn about his camp anions, and that rather frightened him. He has a small sickness which sometimes took his ability to know what he was saying. Basically and in short, his mind speaks for him, and whatever he thinks may come out of his mouth.

John's breath turned to mist in the air before him as he stepped away from the fire. He didn't think any of the others were up and sighed. He wondered where this "Crystallized Miracles" place was, and stood still thinking about it, dreaming about it. He was borught out of this trance by something tugging at his pantleg, it was a dog, not a hunter's dog, more fit for a person of upper class. He picked it up as it was fairly small. It was shivering, he took it to the fire, and examined its coat, it was white with gray spots, and a most likeable face, especially as it was licking its nose. Right then and there he decided he would keep the dog, and checked if it was a male or a female, it was a male, and he decided to name it Christian. He was not particularly religious, but with his master he had gone to church every Sunday, and figured naming the dog that could only bring good fortune. At that moment he heard a small sound coming from Jason, looked over at him, and turning back toward the fire, put the dog, Christian, down. He walked over to Jason and sat by him. "Hello there."

Jason looked at John with a startled face, his hair fell into his eyes as he fell slightly, but caught himself. He looked up at john and blushed slightly. With an emberassed giggle, Jason sat up and brushed himself off. His green eye glowed briliantly in the light of the fire, whilst his blue eye was completely covered by darkness. He stood up and looked down at John with a small smile "C-c-can I help you?" he asked as he dared not to make eye contact. "F-forgive for um... being frightened, but you snuck up on me and i wasn't expecting it and... ooohhh!!!" he said to himself in frustration, knowing he was emberassing himself to a further extent. He walked a few feet away and looked out into the darkness, fear in his head, not wanting to make a fool of himself.

"No you can't help me, but it's fine that you're frightened , we all are, we just have different ways of showing it. I just thought it would be in our best interests to learn about each other..."

Jason looked down at the young boy and sighed "Look, hun, all you need to know is that i'm not the talkative type, and especially to one young boy as such as yourself, i don't want to be called a pedophile for talking with you, alright, sweetie?" he said and rubbed the boy's head and started to walk off. he slapped himself mentally for what he said, but continued walking. He shouldn't say things like that, especially to a young boy, calling him 'sweetie' and 'hun'. HE thought of himself as a pervert sometimes, but he only says what comes naturally to his head. He giggled a bit as he looked back at John. quite young, but still as cute as can be. He shook his head and continued walking. "What am I thinking?!" he thought to himself he sighed and looked up at the moon, such a wondrous sight. He giggled a bit before sitting down and closing his eyes.

John was a little taken aback, not sure if the guy was attracted to him, or if he just said that because John was younger. He shrugged, patted down his hair, and walked back toward the fire where Christian was warming himself. He snook a little extra food from the pot, but not for himself, for Christian, as he looked weak and was panting. The dog quickly ate the offering, and then John rose again, this time looking for a stream where he and Christian could get a drink...

Kori emerged from the darkness, having finishing his documentation on numerous plants that he could hopefully study later, and possibly find a cure for himself. Remaining ever optimistic, he waltzed over to the fire and nodded gracefully to the other men and women, and sat down, smiling.
"Food smells good." He whispered, hoping to add or at least start conversation.

Jason looked over at the new figure. "Am i the oldest of this.... sickly group?" he asked himself as he stood up. He walked around everyone who was by the fire. "Well... none that are very eye catching..." he said as his eyes stopped at the sickly looking teenager with bandages all over his body and an eye patch. He sighed knowing most of the people here aren't going to make it. This kid seemed like a happy-go-lucky type. Jason walked to the teenager and sat next to him, observing his body "Well, aren't you the sick one?" he said, "If i may, what's wrong with you?" he shook his head, knowing he shouldn't have said anything "Well, i don't seem to have any control over myself at this moment, have a nice meal." Jason said with a small giggle and looked around for his tent from next to the fire. It was quite odd how people dealt with their situation, a kid like him shouldn't be happy, but scared of the tomorrow, not knowing what will happen.

John had just been leaving when he saw Kori, and decided to put off getting a drink. He sat down next to him and said, "Yeah." Just then Christian started gnawing on Kori's leg, and John picked him up and set him on his lap. "Sorry about that, just found him wandering about the camp, so what's your name?"

Zen sat off in the cold, he didn't wan't to talk. He looked around to see if anyone was watching and he pulled out a small cat, and he started to pet it. "....*sigh*...." he didn't know what to do, he was tired and confused and very hungry. he wished this would all end. he stood and walked to the group talking, he didn't say anything. "........" he sat by the fire still holding the small, un-named cat.

Azan struggled to make out anyone at all, his eyesight slowly fading in and out. He could hear everyone's voices fine, but they seemed like blurs. He felt warm and cozy by the fire, it relaxed him a bit, tension had been building inside of him for the past twenty-four hours. He slowly took a sip from his soup can, and put on a warm smile, "Hello everyone, name's Azan." He said, his voice sounding happy and carefree. If only his vision were clearer, then he'd be able to see everyone's faces clearly... but now they seemed like a blurred dots. If he got closer to them, he could easily make them out, but from a distance, it was difficult. He took a deep breath from the air, it smelt clean anyways. The soup tasted wonderful, he had not eaten in the last few days, and any food he touched was delicious.

He slowly rubbed his wrists, and yawned, his hair in front of his face, covering his eyes. He ran his fingers through his hair, feeling his scalp and then slowly taking his hand off to rest it on the ground. Tommorow something was going to happen, but tonight, he wanted to make friends... he knew from experiance that if you didn't make friends in these slave camps, your life would be an even bigger hell than it all ready was.

Jason walked towards his tent when the new figure caught his eye. He looked into his eyes from the short distance, noticnig that his pupils were small, meaning he was more than half blind. He giggled to himself and walked over to Azan. "Hey there, cu... uhm.. Hey there." Jason said smiling sweetly. "What's your name?" Jason made sure he was close to him, but not touching. He wanted Azan to see him, nothing more. His intentions were good, but always ended up emberessed He giggled slightly as he studied Azan's face and his red hair. Such a cutie, though, he looked a bit young. Jason was quite tired, and a yawn slipped from his mouth. Though he instantly looked back at Azan, awaiting the reply.

Azan let a smile form over his face as he stared hard into Jason's face, so he had brown hair. "Hey. Name's Azan." He didn't really notice that Jason was close at all, his vision was horrible after all. He rubbed his eyes, hoping that with that, some miracle would happen and he would be able to see clearly, it didn't work. He sighed, and looked over at Jason, "Are you tired? You sound it." He said, doing his best to make a friend in this area full of strangers. He gripped dirt for a moment in his palm, was this anger? He didn't know for sure, most of his emotions were tucked deep within his Soul. Though, as he stared harder at Jason's face, the closer he got, If only I can just see his eye color... He said as his face slowly drew closer to Jasons.

Jason slightly blushed as he noticed Azan's face come closer to his "I'm... J-Jason." He said, knowing the boy was blind, and hopefully only wanted to see him clearly. "I-I am a bit tired, yes." His blushing face was slowly getting redder the closer Azan got. His green eye glowing slightly in the light of the fire, and his blue eye darkend by the night. Azan's breath was now hitting his face, warm and it made Jason shiver slightly. "I-I don't seem tired... D-do I?" He looked into Azan's eyes, beautiful they were, slightly darkend by the night, his facial complexion perfect to every angle. He wished there was something he could do about his sight. It does seem rather bad.

Azan noticed a studder in his comrades voice, and he could vaguely make out an L shape scar, "Hey what happend to your face?" He asked, his voice full of curosity. His other eye seemed normal, and his friend had long brown hair. His skin was a strange reddish color, was is sunburn? He doubted it, but after all, he didn't know much about his new friend, other than his face had been damaged. He bit his lower lip, and his hands lay at his side, he stared harder into the boys face... it was still a bit blurry, but he could make out most of it out. He stared intently, doing his best to make out everything he could. "Hey, is something wrong?" He asked, as he could make out a slight embarrsment in Jason's tone of voice.

Jason giigled slightly "Nothings wrong..." he lied. He felt the scar next to his eye and giggled a bit more. "This old thing?" he continued "Well, three years ago, there was a boy... i kissed him, his father found out and pinned me against the wall... and... I killed him..." he said "B-but im not a murder!!" Jason said frantically, scared that Azan would hink wrong of him. "He... He called m-me a ***.... T-the boy... The one i kissed, watched it happen... He cut me with a knife, and... Nevermind, i've said too much..." Jason curled up slightly, his mouth hidded between his knees and arms. He said too much, he knew it. He doesn't want Azan to think little of him, or be scared of him. "I-it's nearly midnight." He said trying to change the subject. "Shouldn't you be asleep?" he said in a joking tone, but his voice failing him. He looked at Azan and smiled sligtly "Try not to tell anyone else what i told you" Jason smiled and gently kissed Azan on the cheek before standing up and stretching. He looked down at Azan smiling slyly "Good night, Azan."

this is a good story

(... Yeah, and where is everyone? Me and Ruby seem to be the main posters.)

Azan turned a bright red, Did he just kiss me? He studdered for a moment, then got his bearings straight, "Y-Yeah g'night Jason." He said. He thought back over to Jason's story, everyone's lives were so tragic. He got up, and walked over to his tent, it was a little run down but it would still work. There was still a strong fire burning in the distance, They should really get some sleep... He thought, noting how other slaves were sitting around the fire. He remembered when he was younger, listening to the eldest slaves tell stories regarding their religon and such... he never really cared for any of it, noting everything to have some ridiculous meaning. As he entered his tent, he sat down on his bed. What's tommorow going to be like? A living hell? Well, I doubt it will ever get any worse... He noted, staring at the ceiling. He left out a soft chuckle and lay on his bed, I guess I'll find out tommorow... tonight, I'm going to sleep like a king. He let a smile run onto his face, and he shut eyes. Slumber took him from there, and he dreamed he was free and all the other slaves were free... suddenly, slave raiders came, and killed everyone.

He awoke with a start, breathing hard he stood up and walked to the otherside of the tent. He could still smell a faint trace of fire embers, but it seemed that everyone had left for bed. He spat on the ground twice, turned back inside the tent and lay back down. Some fresh air should do me good. He guessed, hoping he was correct. Once more, he shut his eyes and fell asleep. This time, his dream was a little... weird.

Jason sat in his tent quietly. He wondered if he was the only one still awake. he thought about Azan and John. Both cute, but more than likely were attracted to women. He sighed slightly as he laid on his side. He looked out of his tent, feeling the cold Autumn air hit his face made him shiver slightly. He was tired, and wanted to sleep. He closed his eyes and slowly but surely drifted into a slumber. He had a dream, the dream was rather random, throwing bits and pieces of his life in.

In his dream, he was a mere child, no older than thirteen. He was with his parents. They were laughing as Jason walked out the door and into a blank area. Jason looked around, for there was nothing in sight. He called for his mother and father countless times as he ran. He was scared, scared of being alone. As tears weld up in his eyes he fell to his knees and cried. Jason cried until he felt a warm hand on his shoulder, it was his father's strong hand. No one other. Jason jumped up and hugged his father, scared to let go. His father ran his hand through Jason's hair and whispered, just over the sound of a breath "You will never be alone" Jason looked up at his father, still crying and let go of him. Jason ran off into the blank unknown of his dream.

Jason appeared in a dark area. He stood there looking around. It was the camp, he figured that one out quickly. As he stood there, he silently prayed for someone to help him. His misery sought end. He opened his eyes only to see an angry boy staring directly into Jason's eyes. The boy lifted his hand revealing a knife and slashed down, cutting a new scar through his other eye, directly through it. Jason awoke with heavy breath, sweating and crying. He couldn't take the torment much more, he had to get out. Even his past haunts him. Jason put his hands to his face and sat there. When he removed his hands, there was blood.

Jason's other eye now had a large gash through it. He slightly panicked and looked around. He picked up a large jagged rock that seemed to be tipped with blood and bits of flesh. Jason gritted his teeth "Damn it!" he yelled as he threw the rock out of the tent. It bounced loudly of the gate that held them in the camp. He wiped his eye, cleaning the blood. He would have a new scar soon, and this one threatened to take his sight from his eye.