- Joined
- Jun 5, 2021
- Messages
- 7
- Essence
- €2,715
- Coin
- ₡2,500
- Tokens
- 15
- World
- Mesa Roja
- Profile
- Click Here
An eon of agony stretched across me as I felt the final blow strike my body. In that moment, as the familiar sword dug deep into my ascended form, I could feel my strength seep away from me. The individual cells failing, dying, the very life stripped away as they could no longer sustain me from the grievous wounds. I was slowly drifting from the planet, the endless uncaring void of nothing pulled me away from the lifestream. As my senses failed I stared at my foe with the last vestiges of my will. My focus failed to tell his companions apart, but he stood in stark defiance of the void. His frame was thin, young, almost frail, but his intense eyes stared back with the shining light of mako. Not with contempt, nor with fear, but with relief. He finally knew peace, where I would soon find only the bleak blackness of death as even my hold over his mind was sundered.
I attempted to reach out with my arm to give one last harrowing blow. The once student of one I knew the closest, a mere toad to the damnable despoilers of the planet. A weakling I had seen broken when he found despair, now rose against me in my triumphant moment against humanity and its failures. But I could summon nothing, no words would leave my throat to cry out against fate nor any strength as my body tore to pieces and fell away.
I closed my eyes, holding to some dignity in my last moments. Though I could feel the gift of my biology struggling in vain to complete its purpose, I left this world . Perhaps Meteor shall complete at least my vengeances against them, but even as I was pushed out of the planet I could feel something stirring against it. In the end I had failed, and I embraced sleep.
But it was not the end for me. For that is not dead which can eternal lie. And with strange aeons even death may die.
The screams behind her grew distant as she fled into the mesa, but the marching footsteps only grew closer. The smell of smoke clung to her nose like soot to her clothes, hot tears streaking by her cheeks. She fled the inferno that steals her home, but the monsters who lit it ablaze were hot on her heels. Her hope lied in the sword she held in her arms, impossibly long and heavy to use. She could not use it to fight yet she clutched desperately to her destination.
A cave on the outside of town, dangerous and forbidden by the words of her elders, with legends that within resides an angel. One that had descended long ago, left in stone beautiful as an ancient statue. The weapon she carried was left before it, stuck upright into the ground. She was told it must have had some significance, but that was to be figured by the parents. Not for her to worry about in her carefree youth. But as she scampered up the slope of loose gravel, an unpleasant fall scraping the skin of her arm and her legs, there was no other choice for her.
“Come back here, doll!” a yell behind her from one of her pursuers. Raiders, half crazed from the beating sun. She did not know what reason they had to burn down her peaceful home, but she knew she couldn’t not stop. “Running is only going to tire you out!” Another shouts, a wild cackling laughter followed from the three men. She pushed harder up the hill, moving faster as fear gave her new strength. Blood ran down her scrapes, dirt and grime mix into the shallow wounds, but it was a small pain compared to what would happen if she failed.
The cave was in front of her, the mid morning sun beaming behind her to offer some visibility. She fled inside, the coolness of the interior an insignificant relief. The hard stone tore at her shoes, the pitter patter of her running echoing in a deafening roar. Indistinguishable from the rock around it in the dark, the light pierced it’s frame from a crack in the chimney of the cave to reveal it. She got close she was left in shock as she got full sight of the angel, her steps slowing as she admired the stunning figure.
He was handsome, long hair draped over his naked chest. His gaze was piercing even in stone, yet sad, as if from some dark life. She sees the wings that proved his divinity… but why were there so many, scattered across the ground bar one that rose significantly up from his right shoulder where an arm should be. Was it lost when he fell from the heavens, broken as he came to the earth? She couldn’t help but watch him, wondering.
But the clattering behind her told her she had no such time for it. They were here, their laughter now booming from the echo. She desperately lifted the sword up, struggling against its weight . Surely, it was this magic sword that must free the angel from his prison. What else would it be here for? She lifted the weapon with the last of her might, resting it’s blue handle into the awaiting hand of the statue, where it seemed almost to fit perfectly. She looked back, seeing the three men nearing close with horrid glee on their face. They only stopped to see the sword and the statue holding it, staring down at them uncaringly. There was a moment of pause, before their smiles turned to mocking pity at the girl’s false hope.
She looked back at the statue, its features unchanging. She felt despair creeping over her. Her hope shaken, terror digging into the very skin. Had she simply been a fool? Was she going to die here, bloodied and tired in the sight of a mere statue? Her hands grabbed into the sword, one hand digging into the blade in a horrible pain while the other hand desperately grabbed at the handle. Her cries became manic, her desire beyond reason to ignore her cruel fate. There had to be something. Anything! As she gripped the weapon tightly, her scream drowned out all else as the men began to encircle her.
Then a green glow began to radiate from an orb set in Masamune, unnoticed by the others, as it wills to revive its master.
I attempted to reach out with my arm to give one last harrowing blow. The once student of one I knew the closest, a mere toad to the damnable despoilers of the planet. A weakling I had seen broken when he found despair, now rose against me in my triumphant moment against humanity and its failures. But I could summon nothing, no words would leave my throat to cry out against fate nor any strength as my body tore to pieces and fell away.
I closed my eyes, holding to some dignity in my last moments. Though I could feel the gift of my biology struggling in vain to complete its purpose, I left this world . Perhaps Meteor shall complete at least my vengeances against them, but even as I was pushed out of the planet I could feel something stirring against it. In the end I had failed, and I embraced sleep.
But it was not the end for me. For that is not dead which can eternal lie. And with strange aeons even death may die.
The screams behind her grew distant as she fled into the mesa, but the marching footsteps only grew closer. The smell of smoke clung to her nose like soot to her clothes, hot tears streaking by her cheeks. She fled the inferno that steals her home, but the monsters who lit it ablaze were hot on her heels. Her hope lied in the sword she held in her arms, impossibly long and heavy to use. She could not use it to fight yet she clutched desperately to her destination.
A cave on the outside of town, dangerous and forbidden by the words of her elders, with legends that within resides an angel. One that had descended long ago, left in stone beautiful as an ancient statue. The weapon she carried was left before it, stuck upright into the ground. She was told it must have had some significance, but that was to be figured by the parents. Not for her to worry about in her carefree youth. But as she scampered up the slope of loose gravel, an unpleasant fall scraping the skin of her arm and her legs, there was no other choice for her.
“Come back here, doll!” a yell behind her from one of her pursuers. Raiders, half crazed from the beating sun. She did not know what reason they had to burn down her peaceful home, but she knew she couldn’t not stop. “Running is only going to tire you out!” Another shouts, a wild cackling laughter followed from the three men. She pushed harder up the hill, moving faster as fear gave her new strength. Blood ran down her scrapes, dirt and grime mix into the shallow wounds, but it was a small pain compared to what would happen if she failed.
The cave was in front of her, the mid morning sun beaming behind her to offer some visibility. She fled inside, the coolness of the interior an insignificant relief. The hard stone tore at her shoes, the pitter patter of her running echoing in a deafening roar. Indistinguishable from the rock around it in the dark, the light pierced it’s frame from a crack in the chimney of the cave to reveal it. She got close she was left in shock as she got full sight of the angel, her steps slowing as she admired the stunning figure.
He was handsome, long hair draped over his naked chest. His gaze was piercing even in stone, yet sad, as if from some dark life. She sees the wings that proved his divinity… but why were there so many, scattered across the ground bar one that rose significantly up from his right shoulder where an arm should be. Was it lost when he fell from the heavens, broken as he came to the earth? She couldn’t help but watch him, wondering.
But the clattering behind her told her she had no such time for it. They were here, their laughter now booming from the echo. She desperately lifted the sword up, struggling against its weight . Surely, it was this magic sword that must free the angel from his prison. What else would it be here for? She lifted the weapon with the last of her might, resting it’s blue handle into the awaiting hand of the statue, where it seemed almost to fit perfectly. She looked back, seeing the three men nearing close with horrid glee on their face. They only stopped to see the sword and the statue holding it, staring down at them uncaringly. There was a moment of pause, before their smiles turned to mocking pity at the girl’s false hope.
She looked back at the statue, its features unchanging. She felt despair creeping over her. Her hope shaken, terror digging into the very skin. Had she simply been a fool? Was she going to die here, bloodied and tired in the sight of a mere statue? Her hands grabbed into the sword, one hand digging into the blade in a horrible pain while the other hand desperately grabbed at the handle. Her cries became manic, her desire beyond reason to ignore her cruel fate. There had to be something. Anything! As she gripped the weapon tightly, her scream drowned out all else as the men began to encircle her.
Then a green glow began to radiate from an orb set in Masamune, unnoticed by the others, as it wills to revive its master.