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06-19-2013, 09:11 AM
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Opportunity
In this apocalyptic day and age, every soul has felt the sting of the dark one who rules this earth. Those who had encountered the beast and survived were forever changed. Lucky to survive? Realistically it would be better to be spared such suffering. They spoke endless tales of agony, pain, and fear. However, little is told of the origins of the dark one. This is no surprise, as little is known - those with the knowledge perished in the onslaught. All but one. I. The invisible man. This is my account of the dawn of the dark.
We were friends, Julian and I. Born and raised in a makeshift village, we had scarce amounts of food, and often raided the belongings of unwary travelers for anything that would satisfy our hunger, or valuables that could be traded. At times, soldiers would come and take some of the villagers away. For what reason we did not know, but we always hid. For years, this was our routine for survival. Until that day of unearthly fate, our routine went unbroken.
On that day, the one who crossed our path appeared no different from the others. Cradling a bundle, he ran along the edge of our village, clearly intending to avoid all conflict. But we had seen him, and we were ready. Outnumbered and fatigued, it was not difficult to overpower the lone traveler. Taking his bundle, we returned quickly to the village, eager to inspect our reward.
Unraveling the package, we found a golden pocket watch, lined with red, blue, and green gems, and a note that read:
The Dreamweaver's Charm.
The wishes of the bearer of this charm will come to pass. Upon making a wish, the user will fall into a deep sleep, and will awaken when an opportunity arises for the wish to be realized.
Unsure of the credibility of the note, we took the bundle with us and retired to our dwelling.
Later that night, Julian whispered,
"Do you know what I wish for?"
"What?"
"I wish that I could make the rich and powerful feel what it's like to be poor and suffer under the powerful. Then they'd understand our pain. Then they'd help us."
"Night Julian."
"Night."
Just as I was drifting off, I heard footsteps. The door. Julian struggling. I remembered voices. Voices.
"... candidate ... dark crystal ..."
"... other one ... invis ..."
Why were my eyes so heavy? Yes, I too, made a wish. I wished to be a hero. But I had to escape. Now.
I fell asleep.
The events that followed were written on a note in my best friend's handwriting:
We were taken from the village. Why didn't you wake? We were taken through the forest to a secret prison. I heard shouts, what were they doing to people here? They gave you a shot of something, and you started disappearing. I was shocked. Then they chained me up, and gave me a shot of something else. It was definitely something else. I am different now. I understood the chains, but they didn't hold. Those soldiers, I taught them a lesson. You've been asleep for a while now. Find me when you wake.
J. 2031
It is now 2099.
I am awake.
In this apocalyptic day and age, every soul has felt the sting of the dark one who rules this earth. Those who had encountered the beast and survived were forever changed. Lucky to survive? Realistically it would be better to be spared such suffering. They spoke endless tales of agony, pain, and fear. However, little is told of the origins of the dark one. This is no surprise, as little is known - those with the knowledge perished in the onslaught. All but one. I. The invisible man. This is my account of the dawn of the dark.
We were friends, Julian and I. Born and raised in a makeshift village, we had scarce amounts of food, and often raided the belongings of unwary travelers for anything that would satisfy our hunger, or valuables that could be traded. At times, soldiers would come and take some of the villagers away. For what reason we did not know, but we always hid. For years, this was our routine for survival. Until that day of unearthly fate, our routine went unbroken.
On that day, the one who crossed our path appeared no different from the others. Cradling a bundle, he ran along the edge of our village, clearly intending to avoid all conflict. But we had seen him, and we were ready. Outnumbered and fatigued, it was not difficult to overpower the lone traveler. Taking his bundle, we returned quickly to the village, eager to inspect our reward.
Unraveling the package, we found a golden pocket watch, lined with red, blue, and green gems, and a note that read:
The Dreamweaver's Charm.
The wishes of the bearer of this charm will come to pass. Upon making a wish, the user will fall into a deep sleep, and will awaken when an opportunity arises for the wish to be realized.
Unsure of the credibility of the note, we took the bundle with us and retired to our dwelling.
Later that night, Julian whispered,
"Do you know what I wish for?"
"What?"
"I wish that I could make the rich and powerful feel what it's like to be poor and suffer under the powerful. Then they'd understand our pain. Then they'd help us."
"Night Julian."
"Night."
Just as I was drifting off, I heard footsteps. The door. Julian struggling. I remembered voices. Voices.
"... candidate ... dark crystal ..."
"... other one ... invis ..."
Why were my eyes so heavy? Yes, I too, made a wish. I wished to be a hero. But I had to escape. Now.
I fell asleep.
The events that followed were written on a note in my best friend's handwriting:
We were taken from the village. Why didn't you wake? We were taken through the forest to a secret prison. I heard shouts, what were they doing to people here? They gave you a shot of something, and you started disappearing. I was shocked. Then they chained me up, and gave me a shot of something else. It was definitely something else. I am different now. I understood the chains, but they didn't hold. Those soldiers, I taught them a lesson. You've been asleep for a while now. Find me when you wake.
J. 2031
It is now 2099.
I am awake.
Azriel~
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