Setting blood moon.

Screaming

Weeping

Slash

Smash


Nothing……


Flashes of lightening bolt through my consciousness, each jolt of energy lesser in it’s power than the last.
“I’m- I’m fading…” my thought echoes in this yawning void, this un-nameable abyss.

Dust and Ice.

A bellowing scream echoes from my mouth. I am awake? I find myself to be in what seems to be an old Crypt, my tomb perhaps? As I come to my senses I soon realise that my “body” is no longer what it was only moments ago, now I am a shade, a mistful form The only actual that I can see is the image of bones, but it is still of its substance; Mist.

As I become more aware of my self and that which surrounds me, it dawns on me that I am dead…

But this is not Astrum the everlasting realm? Am I banished? is my soul to linger in my tomb?
A million questions race through the maze of my confused mind but one question reigns above the others, I must find.. “It”

What is “It”? There is something unfinished perhaps if I find this thing I can pass to Astrum!

As this comes to mind, as this Illuminating answer clears the blanket of ignorance, A door is revealed upon the cold stone wall before me.

I slowly move myself to it, I cannot stumble because I no longer have feet. As I approach it opens and I’am not blinded by intense light nor am ensnared by darkness, instead a banal plateau of grey awaits me…

Suddenly I find myself in a labyrinth of trees, some old forest filled with fog and dead leaves. I move forward to find my “it” even though I cannot even begin to think what my “it” is.

This forest is filled with a thin dust in the air, wait too long and it will feel choking and smothering.
There are no birds in this place, It is silent… no there is a noise but I cannot describe it, perhaps the closest sound I could compare it to would be a continual yawn in a echoed chamber… Strange.

As I float aimlessly through the winding branches and dust bathed air, I begin to remember flashes of who I actually am. My name is… my name!

Antario Dergorel. Knight of Stateria, Legionnaire of The Empire. Son of Olvutullian……

Yes I remember who I am, I am or? was a Knight… A warrior of the realm?

Why am I here?

“You died in battle..”

Who said that? My voice echoes through the mist of the forest until the figure shows itself.

“You died at battle, sir knight”

Who are you? I ask, desperate in my questioning, another soul here means answers…

“You are here, because you where not there…”

What does that mean! not there? Where?! rather then the gift of clarity. I am more clouded .

I move around in frustration, pacing if I had feet that is, but as I turn I see a shape in the trees and it resembles the shape of a woman..

“Helena”

I left her… When I went to battle…

The forest begins to bend and warp, the trees shake violently and shoot from the ground, splinter and explode under a great force or pressure…

I can only watch in awe as I look upon the forest clear away and be flattened, revealing a great chasm, in this deep hole is the source of that ambient noise I could not describe, a great yawning mouth, sucking all around it. I knew then that it was truly the end, Fear snared me tight as I was pulled into the deep nothing!


Silence….

No longer cold…

Warmth..


Clarity….