The Oil Stain and the Painting
| It’s still fresh in my mind, you know… the memory that became forgotten and then this new memory that to me feels happened a heartbeat ago. I close my eyes and see him, the image of an ancient sage, cloaked by a moth-eaten mantle running past me, me immediately following him without thinking. I could see him trying to hide a large scroll in one of the pockets of his robes. He quickly conjured a portal for himself but as he stepped through it, a paper fell from his bag… *looks up and can’t help to smile* I, had nothing to do with that *show a grin across her whole face* Well, maybe a little… As I took the scroll and gazed upon it, I recognized the letters but could not read it. Old runes were never to my liking and each time I still come across them, a childish frustration and spite takes hold of me. Raising my eyes from the runed scroll, I realized I was surrounded by an overwhelming mass of darkness and I could feel their desire to seize both me and the scroll in my hands as a powerful electric vibration through the air around me. The static amplified, gathering their doomed emotions as fuel, splitting the air into thousands of shards that in the presence of this corruption seemed to fade away as sunrays eaten by a starving eclipse. Instantly, hundreds of arcs of flashing lightning came at me and I could feel their boiling hatred for me roaring as celestial thunder in my bones. *closes her eyes and mutters with a trembling whisper* Where are you now, when I’m about to die? Are you still going to come and save me now when nobody else can? *opens her eyes slowly and speaks with her regular voice* That’s the last thought that sparked in my mind as I could see in that last heartbeat, the one that felt like infinity, my damnation and sealed death wearing the mask of a thousand lightning bolts… . . . |
| And that’s when I wound up on the couch, surrounded not by electric death but by friendly and concerned faces. And still, it had not been a vision, as gripped tight in my right hand there was a tiny fragment of that ancient large scroll. You might or might not know the events that followed after my sudden but yet so needed comeback to the present… For all those around me, it seems I was never gone in the first place. I’ve kept the fragment, along with my memories, as both a memento mori and a life reminder that sometimes, in the distant future you can still see the ripples of a stone threw so long in the past. *smiles* Getting hurled through time and nearly getting killed there… then… takes it out of you. I’m going to need more… ahem! Time… until I heal and my powers return. I will use my memories along with the fragment that I now have to retrace and reconstruct the entire scroll and then… *looks far into the distance with a determined and courageous face* And then… I hope I’ll have a better story for all of you… |
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*stares at the crowd surrounding her and sees a few bored and confused looks* There’s still a long way for me to go before I’ll be able to honor a story by telling it. For now, I just hope I didn’t bore you all too much with my ramblings and of course I thank you all for attending this event and being here with me, in this time. Although hazy and somewhat unspecific, some of you might find themselves in need of bits and pieces of what I tried to speak of. My friend gave me some of the ingredients needed. If you need to know, this you can ask. It was truly unfortunate that the only way he found possible to keep on living was by firstly dying, especially since he never knew what waited for him beyond the veil of death… none of us do. Sometimes, in those brief instances when he feels half dead and half alive he remembers his wife, his son, his daughter and grieves for them as he never got to tell them goodbye and they never knew what became of him, leaving his family with the awful hope of having their father coming back to them one day… Phoenyckz insisted he helped out with my tale telling before today so I kinda owe him thanks for correcting. |
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