It's a very interesting day, when everything you've ever considered or though of suddenly changes into something else.
There I was. Simply chatting with Kyoumen, about the day. About lots of things, it's all hard to remember now. But it was nice. I'm sure of that. And
then...
The whole world changed forever.
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"Ugh. My head hurts more then it should..." I think, reaching up to rub my temple. But my arms don't seem to move. How odd. Then I freeze as a
rush of thoughts fill my head. Beings of power, with aura so bright it leaves me blinded. Blood. Death. Thousands of voices, to many, to many to
concentrate...Why won't they be -quiet-? Then silence. My eyes would widen but then, my eyes aren't exactly -mine- anymore. Then the voice. The voice
I'd always written about, always imagined, and described in the -best- detail I could..And in the world, it's sounded. Through what was once my mouth,
it sounds.
"Ahhh...You are awake..welcome back to the land consciousness, child." The man speaks, as he paces through -my- room. His deep purple eyes,
surrounded with black rings of so long without sleep, the knuckles upon his hands bleeding, as they always will, forever reminding him, and, now, I suppose,
me, of his imprisonment. His long black trench coat waves behind him, as he turns suddenly, to glare at the closed foor of my apartment, snarling gently, as if
willing it to explode. It doesn't. He growls, but then straightens again, his green chest armour streching to contain him as he flexes, his pants swelling,
as he tries to extend his aura wider. When it does not, he sighs. "This is your fault. I had -finally- gained freedom. -Finally- was beginning gain my
power back..And what happens? It's ruined by -you-. You blasted, da...Nevermind. It does no good to become angry, or to go mad. My power is lost, for now.
And it seems that you and I are one, Horned Dragon." Laughs softly. Cruely. "What a ridicoulous name."
I snort softly. "Like Nitros Eevlock is any better, you sociopathic freak?" To my suprise..He laughs. "-You- named me, Fool. How odd that is, to
discover that all this time, you've been a -story book- character..No matter, I'm not anymore...And, I suppose, this will work to my advantage...There
is -no competition-! None of the...-others- you made. I think I shall hate you for a time, for all that you've made...and destroyed. But nontheless.."
I blink inside my mind. I frown gently. "Nontheless -what-?"
He would smirk, softly, his lips streching a little to do so, as he moves to the door, and throws it open, his muscles flexing again, lightning on his
fingertips. "Nontheless, we have work to do..."
It's odd, really, that something so simple seeming as a lag spike would change my life, perhaps all lives, forever...
There I was. Simply chatting with Kyoumen, about the day. About lots of things, it's all hard to remember now. But it was nice. I'm sure of that. And
then...
The whole world changed forever.
----------
"Ugh. My head hurts more then it should..." I think, reaching up to rub my temple. But my arms don't seem to move. How odd. Then I freeze as a
rush of thoughts fill my head. Beings of power, with aura so bright it leaves me blinded. Blood. Death. Thousands of voices, to many, to many to
concentrate...Why won't they be -quiet-? Then silence. My eyes would widen but then, my eyes aren't exactly -mine- anymore. Then the voice. The voice
I'd always written about, always imagined, and described in the -best- detail I could..And in the world, it's sounded. Through what was once my mouth,
it sounds.
"Ahhh...You are awake..welcome back to the land consciousness, child." The man speaks, as he paces through -my- room. His deep purple eyes,
surrounded with black rings of so long without sleep, the knuckles upon his hands bleeding, as they always will, forever reminding him, and, now, I suppose,
me, of his imprisonment. His long black trench coat waves behind him, as he turns suddenly, to glare at the closed foor of my apartment, snarling gently, as if
willing it to explode. It doesn't. He growls, but then straightens again, his green chest armour streching to contain him as he flexes, his pants swelling,
as he tries to extend his aura wider. When it does not, he sighs. "This is your fault. I had -finally- gained freedom. -Finally- was beginning gain my
power back..And what happens? It's ruined by -you-. You blasted, da...Nevermind. It does no good to become angry, or to go mad. My power is lost, for now.
And it seems that you and I are one, Horned Dragon." Laughs softly. Cruely. "What a ridicoulous name."
I snort softly. "Like Nitros Eevlock is any better, you sociopathic freak?" To my suprise..He laughs. "-You- named me, Fool. How odd that is, to
discover that all this time, you've been a -story book- character..No matter, I'm not anymore...And, I suppose, this will work to my advantage...There
is -no competition-! None of the...-others- you made. I think I shall hate you for a time, for all that you've made...and destroyed. But nontheless.."
I blink inside my mind. I frown gently. "Nontheless -what-?"
He would smirk, softly, his lips streching a little to do so, as he moves to the door, and throws it open, his muscles flexing again, lightning on his
fingertips. "Nontheless, we have work to do..."
It's odd, really, that something so simple seeming as a lag spike would change my life, perhaps all lives, forever...