Or more like publishing status of Waking Dream. Chapter 1 has hit the shelf on Wattpad. Give it a read, a like, maybe a follow or three!
You can find it here at my Wattpad link is this thing. Enjoy!
Or more like publishing status of Waking Dream. Chapter 1 has hit the shelf on Wattpad. Give it a read, a like, maybe a follow or three!
You can find it here at my Wattpad link is this thing. Enjoy!
This is a chapter from Waking Dream. Not telling where! This one took a very unexpected twist when I wrote it. Enjoy, and let me know what you guys think!
Frigid air flows around me. I cannot see, for black enfold my vision. My body felt chilled deep to the bone. Each breath I take shatters frozen ice off of my lungs. It was as if the ice cold grip of death had taken hold of me.
My thoughts whirled. Had I not passed the trials? Had I caused my own undoing? How strong was the magic I used against the beast of sands? Blue tinged became visible as I spun in the void once more. Stalactites of pure ice formed within my field of view. The haunting, slow, reverberating sobs that I have heard in this field before call out to me again.
But the ice formed into a solid platform. My feet touched ground, and everything around me turned blue. Cavernous walls stretched for miles before me, with no end in sight. Behind me was a giant wall, as if I was stuck beneath a glacier. I reached out and touched the wall and my own image came forth. I looked younger, stronger than I remember but the facial details were the same.
I nodded, turned and the image did the same. I stepped back, but the image stepped forward, through the wall and stood before me, real as real can get. My hand touched my blade instinctively, and the doppelganger smiled.
“Stay your blade. For this trial is not a test of strength in arms.”
That was my voice! I let my hand fall from the hilt, staring at the cold menace that was forming on the face of my twin. “Do you have a name?”
The expression turned even colder. “I’m you, David. I embody all that you are and were. All that will ever be.” It grinned, then turned to the wall. “Why do you think you have been brought here, David? This ice tomb, for that is what this place is, is home to what?”
I pondered for a time. I did not know the answer, and admitted it.
“Then let me explain. This is the inside of your very soul. Your existence. This place, here, is how your soul was when it was forged. Cold, unknown, without a true form. Let’s take a walk, shall we?”
The twin began to walk past me. I was dumbfounded, not sure as to where this would go, so I turned and followed him. We walked for a time before the walls began to take on a more structured look. Doors began to dot the hall, each one crude at first.
“This is your memory. This long hall reaches for a good while. Each door represents a stage of life from birth to death. The first several are crude, barely built.” He abruptly stopped, turned to the right, and tapped the door. “Let’s take a look at this one.”
The door opened, and immediately we were transported to another place, another time. I barely recognized it, but I knew where we were. It was the house my parents had when I was just a toddler of three. Sitting there, on the couch was my half drunk father, my mother sobbing at his side as my lithe, young form waltz through the house, not knowing what was truly going on.
“This would be before the lengthy divorce, I believe. A sad time for your mother, which led to you being raised solely by her.”
With that, the room faded, and we continued down the hall. Each door became stronger, better built, and more frequent. The formative years, I guessed. Soon, the walls were nothing but door after door. Finally, we stopped at a dead end. The sudden change in the walls turned from grey to burnt red, and there was no floor going beyond.
“This, my friend, is where your trial begins. You have learned of who you are, but where in your life are we that it ends so abruptly. Tell me wrong, you die. Tell me right, you’ll surpass the worst challenge any mortal has ever been faced with.”
I nodded. I understood what was meant.
“This is where I was pulled from my true life, isn’t it?”
The doppelganger smiled. The entirety of his demeanor changed, and his form began to change. Wings sprouted from his back, his hair changed to a solid gold and began flowing to the floor. His face became angelic, a soft, sad smile taking over.
“You nearly died that day. Instead, someone has pulled you from that world to the one you found yourself in. Since then, your true life is still going, but in a coma. Only an hour has passed, but your fiance still sits at your side as you are being rushed to a hospital. But this trial was a farce. Truth was that I was sent to retrieve you.”
I stared into the oceans of his eyes. If all that were true, then why walk me through this hall? The angel lowered into a deep bow. “It seems I have been discovered by your benefactor. I must take my leave. Farewell.”
The angel departed with a puff of white smoke. The walls shook, the floor beneath me gave way, and soon I was falling back through the void once more.
I step into the bright sunny day. Beyond the double doors laid a covered deck that extended a yard forward and running the full length of the building to my left. At the far end was a simple, circular table with a pair of chairs, one occupied by the heavily cloaked, fire-haired woman. I walk over and take the chair opposite hers.
“Hope the meal was good.” A fire was in her eyes, one nearly as fierce as her hair, and her lips were turned into that ever present smile as she watched me. I did feel full, and well, so I nodded my head.
“Good. You’ll owe me for quite some time for having to wait for so long for you to wake.” Her smile disappeared as she took on a serious expression, as if she was about to lecture a child.
“Was that you who caused that glow down that path?” The question shocked me. Her face softened slightly at my expression, but still awaited an answer.
“I suppose you could say that.” I let the end of the sentence draw slightly as I spoke. Then shook my head. “I have no idea what happened that night, honestly.”
She pondered for a moment, then her grey eyes stared directly at me intensely. After a moment, she nodded, her soft smile returning to her face. “I can explain a bit about it, but it could take a long time for you to understand it.”
I nodded, thinking that any explanation would be better than nothing.
“Something that I do wonder is where do you come from?” her eyes betrayed her inquisitive nature though her smile remained. I shook my head and laughed embarrassingly. “You probably wouldn’t believe me if I told you. I don’t even know where I actually am, and this world is already proving to be so much different than my own.”
“What do you mean, this world…?”
“Where I came from, the only magic or power or anything like that came in movies or stories.” I shake my head. “But that’s a topic for another day.”
“Odd thing to say, just to dismiss it.”
“Yes, I know, but it would take days to explain it, and I have troubles understanding it myself.”
“I suppose so.” She said, drawing out the last note. I nodded in response, settling deeper into my chair as I draw in a long breath. She nodded as well, before sighing, heavily.
“To be honest, I have never met a person who knew nothing of magic or how it works. So explaining it is out of the question.” Joy, something that can’t be expressed with words. She slipped a slender hand from within her heavy cloak, holding it over the center of the small table. Her hand was only slightly tanned, as if she never spent much time out in the sun.
Then her hand began to fade, slowly. A white haze formed around it, engulfing it, before turning into flames. The process seemed so slow as I studied it, shocked and amazed, before the flame vanished completely. Her hand darted back within the confines of her cloak as I continued to stare blankly at the space where the flame was. The center of the table had a slight singe to it, as if it felt the heat of the non-existent flame.
Then my eyes turned to her directly. Her smile was bright, almost whimsical. A small breeze shifted and changed direction for a moment, cooling off our corner of the long porch before returning to its natural path. I started feeling a glimmer of something that I just could not place, but then it was gone. I shook my head slowly.
“You felt it, didn’t you?”
“I felt something.” I said slowly, still deep in thought about what had just occurred. “But I don’t know if I could ever be able to do it myself.”
“You have it in you if you felt it. Just give it time, and it will manifest itself in its own way.” Her expression changed for a moment, like a mixture of irritation or anger with the look of someone who had been shot at, but then it passed.
“That, of course, is just a sample. But we’ll eventually see how it develops for you.” Her smile disappears once more, and she takes on a serious expression.
“I’ll be introducing you to a friend of mine in a couple of days. He will be willing to help you with the more mundane things in the world, like gold and how to earn it. He is also a great resource of knowledge of the land, a among other things.”
“Basically, he will give me a job and be a tutor?”
She nods, and smiles once more. “I can’t foot your bill forever, you know.”
We both laugh. When the laughter subsides, she begins to stand, and I follow the notion.
“Take the rest of the day to rest up some more. I’ll be off to talk with my friend this afternoon and will be back late. When the sun is almost down is when supper will be ready.”
I nod, and we both went our separate ways.
* * *
I was laying in bed as the last rays of sun began to die out. My eyes were heavy, and my body was still aching from my overly long rest. I had acquired a bottle of ink, a quill pen and a sheaf of paper from the innkeeper earlier in the evening and had wrote down all I could remember from before my month long coma-like rest.
Thoughts swirled and darted in my mind. Of wondrous worlds of fanciful delight and wondrous dreams. Of floating in the air above thin white clouds and flying with birds in a bright blue sky. I relished in my pre-sleep dreams when a knock on my door broke the silence.
And then I fell on the floor. My eyes had been closed for some time, the window showing no light except a few early stars. I wasn’t even close to the bed anymore. My thoughts were broken as the door came open from the outside, slightly ajar as the signature red hair and grey eyes looked at me from above.
“Do you sleep on the floor from that world you came from…?”
I quickly turn and lever myself upright onto my knees, then grab the door by the frame to stand fully upright and pull it further inwards. I shake my head, and look directly at her. “I actually don’t know what happened…”
She shrugged, walking into the room. As she passed, I close the door behind her, then move to take a seat on the bed.
“Maybe levitation?” She looked like she was deep in thought, then shrugged. “Anyways, I came to see how you were doing. The server girl downstairs said you had quite the appetite.”
“Well, I was out for over a month. Got to regain some of my strength.”
“Indeed.” She said with a rueful smile. “You think you’d be up for a run in the morning?”
“Might do me some good to get some exercise.” And I wasn’t lying. I still felt pretty weak. She nods, then turns to the door. Just before she opens it, she turns her head to look at me.
“Just be careful with your daydreams, David. You never know what might come out of it.” Before I could think of a reply, she had opened the door and gone. I sat there for a long time in silence, thinking about what she had said and what she had demonstrated earlier in the day.
I was still thinking about it as I drifted off to sleep.
Darkness washed from within him. His body cloaked in the depths of depravity and evil. His eyes glinted red from behind a mass of fallen, matted black hair that fell in every direction. His mind ran for miles in seconds, schemes of death and destruction cascading into lucid dreams and pure hatred.
Before him laid the crumpled body of a warrior with golden wings. A broken bronze gladius laid before the body, who twitched in what the evil one could only imagine as the most horrendous of death throws. He had pelted this warrior with the greatest of evil magics and the farther this warrior’s soul fell, the more he fed off of it.
He will be the Soul Sovereign. The corrupter of a world who never could dream of the depths of his presence. He will win his war, he thought, as he began to withdraw from within his blackness, taking his normal form once more. Black wings tinged in red streaks begin to beat, lifting his body high into the sky.
With a breathe of air, Savius yelled out to all the worlds. “I will destroy you all!”
I felt that the artwork above, which I created, created the short story above. It is a new piece in the world of Encounters, based off of Savius’ perception. For more stories based off this world, check this page out!
Have a wonderful day, and let me know what you guys think!
Darkness surrounded me. I heard a distant scream that rang like bells through the silence, followed by sobs. The noises were slow, as if coming to me from a low speed tape recording. The crying and sobbing resounded pain through my chest, and for a moment I had thought that it was my own. I reach through the darkness as if to pull a veil from over my eyes but I only caught sight of my own hand. I clench my fingers into my palm, my knuckles turning white but it didn’t feel like my own hand.
I began to think that it was a dream that I was in. The distant sounds grew more distant, but I could still hear the tones that told me who was crying. It wasn’t me, but the woman from a world where I belonged. A woman I cared for and loved, who shared years of joy and happiness with me. I started feeling light fall onto me, a light that could not be seen at first. Soon I began to realize that I was still connected to my own body from home, but could not find the line to reel me back to my world. I started reaching and groping in the darkness, flailing in the void.
My movements began to cause ripples in the void around me. Soon, pockets of white and black became visible to me. In the distance the noises faded, and it felt like all my movements where sending me farther away from it. I wished and begged to return home but yet still I fell through light and darkness. I started seeing colors appear, contrasting and saturating around me.
I found myself standing at the edge of a cliff. I could see grass between my toes as I stared downwards, into a ravine that went straight down where till no light could penetrate. I look up towards the sky, and my heart soon sank into my stomach. The sky was a mixture of all colors, swirling into a vortex if light and darkness. The surreal visual was dark and eerie, like the pit of hell was staring me in the face.
“You should not be here…” a voice called out to me. The voice was both deep and high, like two people talking at once. “The stage is not set for you yet, mortal…”
I did not understand what was meant by the disembodied voice. Soon, everything around me began to swirl once more and then, I could not discern my existence.
I remember the fall. The feeling as of I was dying, falling away from my body. The way she looked down at me with concern, my name on her lips as she tries to call me back to myself.
That fall was days ago. I had found myself in a strange land, with magic and swords, wizards and knights and soldiers. A land with the woman of flame hair, fire in her eyes. And in sleep I find no rest.
That black pit, the precipice right before a more deadly fall. A black vortex in the sky above the pit, whirling and draining the purplish blue clouds and green air. The voice, disembodied, calling out, asking why I am there. Why did I keep returning to that wicked place, a looming evil, or returning to a fall with what sounded like sobs slowed down to a barely audible sound?
When I woke, I pondered this for a time. My blade, the one given to me by the firebrand, held up by the headboard calls for my touch, or so it felt. This world was where I was, and as I grasp the hilt and prepare myself for a new dawn, a new day in a world I know little of, I shake away my fears and thoughts.
Whatever my destiny is, I will see it through to the end.
The piece that is referenced above can be found here: The Nightmare Fall.
This is just a writing practice to return myself into the world above, to reignite the flames I have for this book I wish to create, so that I can continue writing it. I have mentioned it before now, twice, as well as other works I intend to work on, such as my Encounters Anthology.
Hopefully by the end of the year, I will have this book completed and a larger tapestry of the world of Encounters done. Do enjoy your day, folks, and let me know what you guys think! I always enjoy comments and almost always reply.
The rise and fall of waves at the edge of his sight keeps him calm. He stood there adorned only in a black kilt, as dark as his large wings and long, flowing hair. His hands were clenched into fists beside him, his dark emerald eyes fixated on the long, thin sword struck into the sand before him.
He closes his eyes, his wings fluttering outwards to catch the slight breeze blowing past him. He mentally sought out power, dark energy in the clear air and blue skies, and the powers of the earth and flames from deep below. He felt the power seething into his form, his hands breaking free and holding outwards. Flames began to spark around him, burning in a black circle just above the sands.
His eyes opened, the power moving through him like a rush of ectasy. The flames circled out farther and farther from him as his hands bolted forward. Once his hands touched the black sword before him, the cold leather wrapped hilt, the flames burst higher into the air. He pulls the blade from the sands, bringing the cold shimmering edge close to his face as he concentrates harder.
The flames began to die down, forming large, humanoid shapes all around him. Their forms mock that of warriors, forming swords and spears in their hands and blacker than night wings on their backs. They stood in place, like mannequins, their sightless eyes staring at him. He breathes slowly, one long breathe in then a longer exhale.
The shadow bodies launched themselves into the air. He followed suit, holding his blade out and wide from himself. High into the air, sand falling from his bare feet and been torn away by the rising gusts of wind. The shadows moved as a unit, their weapons pointed at him in the center of their wide spread circle. He floated, his head moving and his eyes watching.
The first shadow being swooped downward and came upward in a familiar attack pattern. The being’s spear raised outwards in a strike. He circled his blade in a half cresent, knocking the spear off course before bringing the blade hard down on the creature. The being burst into a short blaze in mid air, its disintegrating form flowing past him and momentarily blocking his sight.
Another being attacked, its blade sliding across the skin of his arm. His own blood felt warm as it started oozing out of the fresh wound. His retaliation was fierce, driving his blade straight through the being’s skull in a heavy thrust.
More and more of the creatures began to attack, sometimes two or more at once. He kept up his defense and offense, destroying them as they came. When there were five left of the two score that were once a black blot in the sky, he began to feel the pressure. The last five all dove in. His body was wounded, large scratches and cuts bleeding all over the place. He knew he was getting close to his limit.
His left hand held the blade outwards, and his right slammed into a wound on his chest. Pain seared his body, but he kept his hand digging into his flesh as he defended himself against the last of the creatures. Though it was hard to concentrate, he finally connected to the blackest power of all, a mixture of darkness and blood so primal and evil no creature ever dared to wield it.
He pulled his hand out of his chest, blood flying in all directions. The blood hardened into daimonds, swirling around him like a tornado as it ripped through the shadow beings. With a final laugh, a fixation on evil incarnate, he brought the full power of the blood magic to bare as a torrential rain that turned the sands below into black ash and turned the last of the shadows into pillars of flame and stone.
With his strength nearly exhausted, he fell towards the ashen beach, his body slamming limply into a pool of blood and crystal ash. When he finally woke, dark black clouds blocked the skies.
He raised himself into a kneeling position, wrapping his wings around him. His sight was blurred, his body still weak. When he opened his eyes once more, he realized something was wrong, something different. His wings were no longer black all the way through. His blood magic, and the extent of his dark power changed them into a crimson red, as well as his hair.
He finally stood, turning to look at the western horizon. His goal was closer than ever as he gazed at the halo above the golden city, the center of the entire world. Savius let his wings unfurl, launching himself high into the air and heading far to the south.
Where his body once stood laid a solid crystal cross, crimson red as if forever stained by blood and magic.