Solanis
12-23-2017, 08:19 PM
as the sun set on another, you fell through dying dreams
It speaks.
The voice is harsher than the one in my mind, but it is familiar enough for me to recognize this creature as the original speaker. A part of me wishes that he were not the owner of that gentle, hopeful tone in my mind which lured me here. Another part accepts him for what he clearly is.
Some sort of god or demon, a power in this land which is now my home.
Appearing beside me is the youthful form of Otem, and I briefly smile in her direction. I am glad to see her well and whole in this realm. Her face appears determined, moreso than it had been during our first meeting. I wonder if my unsolicited lecture had pierced through to the courage laying beneath the surface of her heart. I hoped so.
I could not gather her companions near to her, after all, having never known the world she lost. It was a task she would have to complete on her own.
When the last trickle of others arrive, the deranged looking god begins to speak, addressing the glimmering ball of light hovering before him. The ball shattered and split into small fragments of light, and I watch, entranced, as a single tongue of ethereal light soars its way over to me. It swerves about my face before resting upon the scar on my shoulder, both breaking my heart and filling it with hope simultaneously as I feel a peaceful warm on my flesh.
My lips contort into an ugly expression of grief, ever so briefly, before I swallow the emotion back hard enough to bring focus back to his instructions.
Bring hope to others?
Me?
He must be joking.
But, then again...
I glance over at Otem's calm expression.
Maybe, I can manage.
""
The voice is harsher than the one in my mind, but it is familiar enough for me to recognize this creature as the original speaker. A part of me wishes that he were not the owner of that gentle, hopeful tone in my mind which lured me here. Another part accepts him for what he clearly is.
Some sort of god or demon, a power in this land which is now my home.
Appearing beside me is the youthful form of Otem, and I briefly smile in her direction. I am glad to see her well and whole in this realm. Her face appears determined, moreso than it had been during our first meeting. I wonder if my unsolicited lecture had pierced through to the courage laying beneath the surface of her heart. I hoped so.
I could not gather her companions near to her, after all, having never known the world she lost. It was a task she would have to complete on her own.
When the last trickle of others arrive, the deranged looking god begins to speak, addressing the glimmering ball of light hovering before him. The ball shattered and split into small fragments of light, and I watch, entranced, as a single tongue of ethereal light soars its way over to me. It swerves about my face before resting upon the scar on my shoulder, both breaking my heart and filling it with hope simultaneously as I feel a peaceful warm on my flesh.
My lips contort into an ugly expression of grief, ever so briefly, before I swallow the emotion back hard enough to bring focus back to his instructions.
Bring hope to others?
Me?
He must be joking.
But, then again...
I glance over at Otem's calm expression.
Maybe, I can manage.
""
Raein
