Topic: Eternal Sunset

The Queen

Date: 2015-05-03 04:22 EST
Never quite before had she basked in the immerse sunset yet felt none warmer than she had prior. Steel flickered in the dying light as it crept through the canopy of iron and concrete in the distance- a skyline that looked more ominous as time went on than it did welcoming. Tombs arose above the earth where the walking dead would fall into line day in and day out. She however was not where her mind was showing her- some foreign land that she must have known at another time. She was at the train station where it was too dusk. Behind the treeline she could see the glowing ball in its ritual descent. Its tendrils reminded her of an octopus, waving and flailing about with its boneless limbs in some archaic attempt to distract its prey. Another passing vehicle left her in her trance undisturbed by the grinding gears and the rickety cars that threatened to break off at any moment and delay her further.

A silhouette was approaching in the showering light and she was soon removed from the current time. The sun halted, the trains halted and it felt as though all of time halted. Lips moved, words were passed and in the wake of it all not a soul would be near enough to hear. Passing passengers paused precariously, pretending not to witness the two departing thoughts in words unto one another.

Needles inserted into her eardrums as one train out of the world began churning to its slow stop. It sounded as though a steel behemoth had been locked within an indestructible cage and was trapped with a ton of nitroglycerin. She rose, apparently concluding the discussion that was had as she passed by the silhouette and stepped onto the vacant car. Was it a coincidence? She thought not. She took the window seat and as the screeching and crying of the cars fell into line, it soon went deafeningly silent. She stared at the trees as they all passed by, unsure if they were waving hello or goodbye.

It didn't matter to her. She closed her eyes once and saw what it had been like before she awoke on the beach. Black in each direction. Cold, alone. When her eyes opened once more, the irises had shifted to a pitch black. The sun had no longer been shining its radiance and warmth. It was cold, everything was cold. The sun had gone black.

"Next stop, Mount Yasuo for all of you tourists!"

The Queen

Date: 2015-05-03 04:23 EST
"Now make sure to buy some souvenirs!"

The voice was faded and echoing through what sounded like a chasm off in the mountains. She groaned and rubbed at her head, seeing flashes of a blotted black sun high in the sky and a field of dead flowers leaning towards it. What did it mean? Was there a meaning? As her lids opened and she looked out at the fog, immense fog, she was quickly dismissed of her dream-state inquiries. She turned across to look out the other window opposite of her across the aisle and there was simply white. As she stepped off the car she looked to either side and was confused as there was no one else in sight. Her car was empty but she just figured that was her luck, yet no where was there people to be seen. The train cars disappeared into the swallowing mists on either side and she could hear the voice like a scratched record playing once more.

"Now make sure to buy some souvenirs!"

She cringed at the man's voice noting that there was something off about it. Too perfect, too identical to the first time he'd said it. In her back pocket was the rolled up paper map that had been gifted to her and it was soon held out in front of her for deciphering. Off she set in what she imagined was the right direction, a tidy trail that was the only visible part of her day so far. Had it rained? Would rain even be to blame for something like this? As she checked back and forth to make sure she wouldn't hit a log or a stump, she eventually decided to give the map a rest and put it back in her pocket.

Something slipped against her nose right then and there and nearly sent her heart into an explosion. Snow. It wasn't cold or warm out and the thought had simply dawned upon her now as she touched the substance on her nose. It hadn't melted at all actually, because it wasn't snow. All around her flakes of ash were pooling upwards to the sky. There were no sounds, no animals in the trees no birds singing their graceful song. It was wrong, all of it.

The Queen

Date: 2015-05-03 04:24 EST
For hours she wandered in the unending waves of mist. Along a serpentine path she began to grow weary of the hours which were so hard to keep track of in the thick blanket of white ash. The sun would surely have set hours ago yet here and now she could see as though it were noon. She couldn't see past a few feet but, it was certainly not the black of night. She turned her head behind her just to see if the path was still visible and as she turned back, a body was a few feet ahead of her, motionless.

She didn't speak out at first to the girl. She was wearing a school uniform, one that was terribly familiar. Oddly enough though the uniform was tattered and covered in blood and dirt, it was torn terribly and in desperate need of some repair. The girl had long blonde hair and was of a pale complexion.

"Hello?" She called out once, unsure if her eyes were deceiving her or not.

As soon as she'd opened her mouth and the syllables came out, the girl took off down the path without turning around. She was quick but Hope wasn't about to back off, not now, when there were so many questions.

"Wait, I'm not going to hurt you just hold on!" She was shouting in between leaping past a fallen log, something she didn't recall as a landmark.

When the girl turned a corner and Hope followed, they were instantly in a clearing of the ash and mist. A broken city on the shore, decaying concrete that overlooked endless waves. The girl turned around and for a moment Hope swore she had violet eyes. Something unusual with straight cut bangs across. In a moment's notice the girl was gone and a voice, a man's called out from behind her. She turned, confused and unsure when she saw the young man, with short spiked black hair and a black dress suit standing there, looking so out of place on the shore.

"I hope you didn't get lost along the way, I sent you a guide to make sure you made it."

The Queen

Date: 2015-05-03 04:24 EST
Off in the distance she could hear the sound of boulders falling down a canyon- leaving only behind their echoes in time. Not boulders but buildings would be the case in some forgotten city behind the two of them. The beach was white and she could hear the tides behind her, so close, but there was no smell. Thick layers of saltwater should have been palpable simply by talking or facing the wind- but there was no wind either. It was eerie to be honest and as she looked at him the thought dawned upon her that he too was eerie.

"Who are you?" She demanded upright without even truly remembering how she went from a winding forest path to a beach in broad daylight. Though even the daylight was a lie since it was most certainly twilight hours and there was only peripheral sunlight with no source to blame.

"There's something bizarre about you and I can't quite put my finger on it. You have traces of us inside you. How is that possible?" He didn't come closer to her but he did walk along the sand with no regard to it getting on his dress pants or shoes.

"I don't know what you're talking about." She stood firm while out of sight she heard the cries of another concrete obelisk topple over. "Where are we?" Ash with no start or end was circulating around them perpetually stuck in some sick cycle, never touching the ground but never leaving sight long enough to fully disappear.

"You are in a shrine at Mt. Yasuo and you have just discovered your prize. However I need to assess what it is you're hiding." He halted his steps and leaned in closer to her. "You're familiar, I know you from somewhere." He was like a dog on a bloody trail. He took a step closer and his eyes grew wider, infatuated with the find he'd just made. "You... you're supposed to be dead." He pointed at her with a solitary index finger.

The Queen

Date: 2015-05-03 04:25 EST
A storm was brewing over the ocean in the distance and the thunder boomed through the vacant streets half-devoured by the encroaching sand; eroding as it crept through the sarcophagus that was a decrepit maze of man. His finger seethed of a torch used for cutting thick steel- it bored a hole in her chest and stung like acid in her lungs. She shook her head and took a deep breath with her eyes closing and reopening facing him.

"No. If that were the case, I'd be dead right now." She had heard enough about what should be. She only knew what was.

"But you were dead. That much is for certain but here you are." He drew closer once more and began treading around her in a circle. He was humming to himself while he grabbed at her right hand and held it out in front of her. At first there was nothing and as she went to pull it away, he squeezed it and what happened next she had only witnessed once prior. Green flames erupted around the entire limb and singed the shirt sleeve completely off. It hurt and she felt like screaming- but at the same time she could hear the voice.

What is broken can be reforged.

He abruptly let go of her arm and shook his hand, which was currently singed and smoking. He continued pacing around her and let out a sigh, running the same hand through his hair once and it was mended perfectly. "You were once in possession of the Opal PathFinder. You clearly don't remember this, but I could show you if you would like." He was cut off on the sentiment with a brisk shake of her head.

"I'm not who she was." She boldly stated while staring at her right arm.

"That seems to be true and yet not all at the same time. Were you she, I would have recognized you off the bat, so you have merit to your claim. Yet it is undeniable that PathFinder has left residual energy within you. Why is what I would like to know. And even that wouldn't undo the death yo-- she obtained. Did it help your recovery and strengthen you? It most certainly did but it was only an augment. It will help a fire grow strong and fierce but it cannot start them. It will help seeds take root and flourish in the winter where there is nothing but death- but it can not give back a life once it is so deeply departed. You are interesting." He halted his steps in front of her while he faced the city.

"Well thank god for that. If I were just everyone else maybe I wouldn't be in a ****ing adventure because of some weirdo and her fox." She was clearly not entertained, but it was more of a defense mechanism than not.

"I wish to figure out the larger picture revolving around you, Hope. To do that I will need time. I hope our time together will be well spent and that we might find some kind of mutual gain. You can call me ShadoWeaver. I have a feeling we'll be great friends." He turned and gave her a smile, one that looked so prosthetic he might break into plastic shards on the beach. She knew a lie when she heard it and knew a threat when she saw it. Everything was wrong about him from his hair, his eyes, his clothes and the way he spoke. She didn't have the time to poise the question to him since in a blink of an eye she was standing in the shrine with ShadoWeaver in her hand; but how did he know her name?

The Queen

Date: 2015-05-03 04:28 EST
?Wenn man dir ganz genau zuh?rt, merkst man, wie zerbrochen deine Seele ist?

A buoy in the Red Spot had awoken her from an eternity of darkness and ripped her from the fabric of space, the sea of no time and gave her life upon a beach in a crater.

A well-dressed man guided her through the misty mountain of Yasuo and brought her face-to-face with the unknown while her imaginary world collapsed around her on all sides.

Departing from the Archmage Tournament left her wanting. Insufficient. That was the only word that could summarize how she had felt with her own performance. Worthless. Her fists tightly dug into her palms until red began to seep between those cracks between her fingers. They pooled at her knuckles until they fell one at a time to the dirt beneath her. She knew the way back to the Tower even if she were to have her eyes gouged from her sockets by now, yet she could not realize the atmosphere shifting around. Thick was the air against her skin and within her lungs; hot were her breaths as they fired like miniature explosions within an engine.

The sound of the tides against her right side had long since vanished from her company. As her head bobbed with an unusual weight she fought the urge to topple face-first in the dirt before her. Ropes with concrete had been tied around her limbs and while the air stung at those eyes she looked to her right. White. As far she could see there was simply white. That was strange. That wasn't right. Her neck began to function like a broken record, skipping repeatedly as she tried to bring it back in front of her.

Her feet were no longer compressing against the sand. What was that? Where was the resistance? Her head jerked like it was being withheld by some bandaging. Struggling until her feet were into view she saw what should have been dirt, sand or grass. There was only white. Panic was slowly circulating through her veins now as she smiled. Where had the dirt gone? Where had the dirt gone? Each step began to feel like she was dragging an oil tanker as she slumped in her posture and felt that very weight expanding over her eye lids.

The sky, that wouldn't leave her would it? Her spheres looked and looked and looked. The sky wouldn't abandon her, it would guide her home in the night. Twilight Isle always had it's maps for the wayward to rely upon. Her neck struggled beneath the weight of the air, the deafening silence that was all-consuming. Yes, yes it had to be there. "Urghhh... urrgghhh~" Why wouldn't her mouth work? Her tongue? She nearly broke that neck until it responded lifting her head. Those pained eyes struggled against the white expanse in the sky. Skin began to boil as she could no longer adjust her right leg.

Both hands worked to lift the dead limb up as she drudged forward. Matches were dragged against the white of her eyes until they were cracked and red. One then the other shut as she progressed deeper into the unknown. Her discordant breaths faded under the constant ringing that plagued her ears. A smack to each ear, repetitive snaps from the fingers- nothing. Her body shook with the rage when she screamed, her throat felt like she swallowed a bowl of nails and her tears traced down her cheeks but there was no reprieve.

What is this?! What is this?! What is this?!

これは何ですか?

Cracking right down the center. Severed and hanging by a thread the drone of a ring got thicker as it came along. A trickle of a sound grew as an avalanche would. Supermassive blackholes formed in her; quasars began to erupt all through her brain. She fell to the white below her and she was falling into the infinite above. Suspended without a flicker of which direction was which her cardinal directions fell suffering to the Y2K bug.

Vorsicht

Lucid was impossible. Resistance was everywhere obstructing her from plowing through. Thick, heavy air didn't let her claw her way out of this quicksand hell. Screams were muffled by amniotic fluid while she drowned in it. Filling her lungs, every fraction of an inch gave more way for the body to thrash, trying desperately to rip her from this hell.

Gebrochen

Before her was a glass rosebud with petals fractured and hovering above the white below. Within the bud she could see herself suspended in a slumber. She could hear her feet stepping across the white surface as she paused, aware of her surroundings and herself.

"Wh-what?!" She could hear herself. Her hands clawed at her skin and she could feel it fighting her, burning even as she let go.

In those broken petals she could see her yet she was not as she was. To articulate the sight would be to transcend words or language. Thoughts and ideas that were not of this time or plane, that was what she was seeing through those eyes. She could feel a warm trail leaving those eyes, trails of red as she laid her eyes upon that which she was not meant to. Fighting the urge to look any longer she turned away and faced in the opposite direction.

?Wenn man dir ganz genau zuh?rt, merkst man, wie zerbrochen deine Seele ist?.

Before her was her. Her body was cleaved right in half as she stood, her right sight just slightly offset from the left, a little lower in height but both eyes were staring right at her.

"What the fuck does that even mean?" She couldn't control her breathing as she felt her chest rising and falling.

"Ich vermisse meinen Bruder so sehr, dass es schmerzt."

"I- I don't know what the fuck you're saying!" She grabbed a hold of her head as she stumbled in her steps.

"What is that?!" She screamed pointing behind her at the mess of glass and her own self.

"Mein leben besteht nur noch aus Splittern."

"Please! Please just explain this! I don't understand what you're saying!" She cried out seeing that the her before her extended out her right hand, reaching.

"Not all that is broken can be reforged."

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