The Portal
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Atlas
The earth seemed to rumble in time with his heartbeat, both of them rising toward a climax that held neither promise nor certainty. If gravity were his master, it appeared a fickle thing, only able to afford him some small reprieve against the unnatural pressures of a crumbling world. Like a trapped and savage creature, Atlas bucked and sowed toward more even grounds until all that remained around him was preternatural darkness. A muted roar shook unevenly past his lips before all that his mind’s eye could determine was the supernatural passage of time, so dissimilar from his own bodily capabilities. Whether or not he’d breached some kind of fissure in the continuum unawares, he was unsure, but a fracture within was apparent nonetheless. There was nothing to slow his sudden lack of footing before he was driven headlong into what Atlas could only later recall as the ‘hereafter.’ However, the long, dividing moments between ‘then’ and ‘now’ was fragmented and obscure. One minute seemed to bleed into the next until all that he could remember was the jolting pain of tangled limbs and contorted muscle as it shifted reluctantly back into place. Regaining his feet solidly beneath him, he rose, a battered dusting of stars yet gleaming in the dead of what seemed only infinite night. A fine layer of perspiration had gathered about his neck and haunches, caused by a mixture of fear and exertion as he glanced around, disbelieving. Incertitude kept him transfixed, a flurry of perturbation having incensed him from exploration just yet. Instead, he cast a dubious stare across all that surrounded him, from the threadbare brambles to the shadowy figures that he was nearly certain was a trick of the eye. In the depths of his heart, he knew he’d somehow been displaced, but had little intuition as to where he’d ended up. If he’d been more prepared for such a fall from grace, he might have been more obliged toward acceptance or understanding, but as his split vision strayed from sanity and sense, all he could do to soothe the upending tremors in his essence was gawk. Impulse appeared his only friend as he shuttered into motion seeking a route toward safety, all the way abandoning a wake of rudimntary "fuck, fuck, fuck's" as he went. No man or deity can tell me wrong from right So, you can keep your halo |
Magic:
- Ability to travel back in time (tbd on time, although I believe it wasn't very long previously)
