because Cham or Chum or whatever wanted me to put this here...
This is my crappy attempt at story writing:
Meta Callings
Skies grew black, and winds howled with a devilish chill. A storm was coming. Trilic threw her hood over her mostly shaved head. She was growing all too familiar with the cold and lonely nights.
For the majority of her life Trilic had studied the spiritual teachings of her Meta Physicist elders, and had read countless ancient manuscripts and attended many lectures and meetings discussing the future of her kind. She had heard it all, or at least she thought she had.
She had also often pondered if she had chosen the correct profession. "A Meta Physicist, PFT!", she thought. Feeling like never receiving the respect she deserved, she grew annoyed, sparks of nanobots flew from the corners of her eyes, dissipating into the night. People often came to her in need of her services, to an outsider they may have mistakenly seen her as an important person, but she new different. It was a selfish act on others, yet in a way it was a selfish act on her part also. All she had ever wanted was acceptance. She often felt that they really were just looking down on her. She felt that the world was out to just mock and use her. To make her its whore. And this is probably the reason she was such a loner, always trying to stay away from the crowded street corners. Often pondering if she should just reform herself into an Adventurer. After all it would be ten times easier, and she already was a wanderer and loner. But deep down inside she really did love her profession. To most people’s surprise, she was very proud of being a Meta Physicist, but was also very frustrated at the same time.
But on this night, something in the air was different, being a nanomage, she felt a strain in the notum around her. After all, she was born from it. Something wasn’t right. The rain had stopped suddenly, and the wind picked up more ferociously, Her make shift tent flapping in the wind, she threw herself onto it to keep it from being swept away over the edge of the cliff. Any thoughts of this being a real storm was soon thrown out when she saw the clouds forming a vortex over her. For a brief second she was almost scared, but quickly shook it off. She quickly shoved her tent into her backpack. Standing up straight again, she quickly threw her hands into the air in front of her, nanobots flew around as she casted Quantom Wings and flew down to the base of the cliff taking refuge. The vortex, now spinning furiously seemed to have been getting closer. The wind was howling so loud that it shook the ground below her. As she looked up at the still swirling vortex, it almost looked beautiful, almost. Time seemed to slow and everything went deathly quiet. And she heard it speak, not out loud, but in her head. “Young Meta Physicist, your presence is requested to join your comrades to take a great journey, a pilgrimage if you may. The time has come for all Meta Physicist to learn their true powers. The way is in the Calling. The path will be shown. And the day will be known as Black Sunday. For this is your destiny, this is the destiny of your people. On this day, lay down your weapons, and use only the gifts given to you at birth. For only with your powers and your anger will you be heard. This young Meta Physicist is the way. This is your path.” And then the vortex's eye opened ever so slowly in a deathly black glare. The eye of the vortex looked almost sad in its infinite darkness. Then without warning the eye flew open with an insane burst of speed, quickly covering the sky in a pitch-black silence.
Trilic slowly got up to her feet. She didn’t fully understand what had just happened. But she felt like it was important to her, and to her kind, the Meta Physicist. Picking her backpack up and slinging it over her shoulders, she started the long hike back to her West Athen’s apartment. She had to prepare for the Calling. She had to prepare for Black Sunday.
~Trilic