| Subject: Something pulls on the soul (part One) |
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Alyander
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Date Posted: 21:06:30 05/24/02 Fri
Carefully cradling the feather in the palm of his hand, he thought to himself for a moment. *!DING! inspiration* With great delicasy he began a small braid of hair on the right side of his scalp. This long chromatic hair weaved tightly, looked such of polished steel cable. At the end of it, within the knot he fastened the feather, to hang shoulder height. After completely that, he just sat in one place for the rest of the afternoon without a movement or a sound. With the sun slowly setting, the warm sunny day began to cool off. The windy picked up, as the still of dusk became a wicked chill of the frozen tundra. Pulling his cape and cowl about his entire person, he attemped to sleep through the night. As Fate would have it, he would sleep most uneasy.
Sucessfully acheiving a somniactic state, his past decided that he needed another sobering reminder that it still exists. Usually dreams and sleep helps to pass the time, but this being a 'special' circumstance it would veer from the path this time. From the start, his dreams began, in the begining it was almost like an adrenaline rush.
Sliding down an endless tube, like traveling through time in a wormhole, looking for a specific time and place to stop at. A seemingly endless play slide, abruptly stopped with a resounding !THUD!. Standing up, he began to dust himself off, the anaals of time needed to be cleaned BADLY. Looking up, he saw something so horrific, that he had pushed it to the very brink of his memory, the very last place from which he would travel his thoughts to find something. Right in front of him was a beautiful plot of land. Some miles south of one of the mountain ranges where the land was full of gentle rolling hills, sat a larger un-natural hill of dirt. With a roof of green grass, and windows facing all the cardinal directions, a single black iron smoke stack jetted out from the top of the hill.
Suddenly from the northeast, the sky darkened, and the sound of chattering metal filled the air. Very quickly a rather large Army could be seen on the horizon, headed directly for the earthen home. Ever closer they came, as the sounds of war brought with them became louder. Then off in the distance, to thier flank was a bright glowing light a good distance off in the sky. !FLASH! A huge mass of swirling lightning was hurled into the middle of the army. As the ball lightning struck the ground, many bodies of instantly killed abborations were sent flying asunder. Moments later the scene was repeated again. And again. But to no avail the army stormed the house, that just happened to be in route. A high pitch scream shattered what seemed to be silence. He wrenched in agony, as his heart was smote asunder.........
While all this was blazing through his mind, he slept with great unease, tossing and turning all night long, even groaning a little bit. But to relive one of THE worst event of his life.
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