BlackAndBlueEyes
08-10-15, 08:46 AM
Solo.
All around me, every inch of the forest, every single leaf and blade of grass, had turned red.
I stood there in the glade, motionless, my briar-knit hands stained with the blood of a demigod, and watched it all happen.
Her laughs echoed in my head... Her psychotic, shrieking, terrible laughter... I tried to block it out, but she would not be silenced. Not this time. Not again.
For I had become her.
I had become what I hated so very, very much.
There was no going back now. Today, I lost everything. In that fleeting moment of anger, I lost the world.
I could not see that I was being manipulated by that bitch. I was blind in my hatred, and gave in to my desire for vengeance for what they turned me into.
My fingers trembled as I held on tightly to the teleportation stone I wore around my neck. Deep crimson stained the glowing translucent blue crystal as it dried. My breath was quick ragged. My thoughts were swirling around a million miles a minute inside a dense fog. I wanted to get out of here. I wanted nothing more than to disappear. I had done something terrible, something unforgivable; they would be coming after me. Everyone would be coming after me. Once the world learned what I had done...
I felt myself slipping into a deep panic. I had been desperately whispering the word Underwood over and over for the past few minutes as the corruption took root in the very heart of Concordia. Her curse, spread by my hands.
Nobody would understand. Despite any protests I could make, despite any lies I could spin, they would see me as nothing more as her agent, her will manifest.
I very nearly reset the spell and started whispering another location. Someplace far away, where nobody would ever discover what I had done here today. Someplace where I could simply disappear and be forgotten about. Someplace where they would never find me, and I could live out the rest of my infinite life in anonymity.
Her condescending laughter rang out, seeming coming from the very forest itself as it transformed into something darker, something more evil. I very nearly reset the spell again.
But why didn't I? Why could I not bring myself to just... run away from it all? What was keeping me rooted here as the curse took hold of Concordia? It would not take long before the vile magic twisted the great forest into a facsimile of its Raiaeran cousin. Why was I lingering here?
I was thinking about Corone. I was thinking about the innocent souls of Underwood, who had no idea what was about to happen to them. All those people, undeserving of the horrors that threatened to swallow them up. I was thinking of the caravans and travelers and adventurers and farmers and just... everyone who wasn't prepared for what she had in store for them.
I was never good at saving things. I was always better at destroying them. The spreading crimson reminded me of that fact.
But, something had to be done. If the curse could not be lifted, it could at the very least be contained.
Another minute of frantic whispering passed before the light of the teleportation stone enveloped me and took me from the corrupted heart of Concordia.
All around me, every inch of the forest, every single leaf and blade of grass, had turned red.
I stood there in the glade, motionless, my briar-knit hands stained with the blood of a demigod, and watched it all happen.
Her laughs echoed in my head... Her psychotic, shrieking, terrible laughter... I tried to block it out, but she would not be silenced. Not this time. Not again.
For I had become her.
I had become what I hated so very, very much.
There was no going back now. Today, I lost everything. In that fleeting moment of anger, I lost the world.
I could not see that I was being manipulated by that bitch. I was blind in my hatred, and gave in to my desire for vengeance for what they turned me into.
My fingers trembled as I held on tightly to the teleportation stone I wore around my neck. Deep crimson stained the glowing translucent blue crystal as it dried. My breath was quick ragged. My thoughts were swirling around a million miles a minute inside a dense fog. I wanted to get out of here. I wanted nothing more than to disappear. I had done something terrible, something unforgivable; they would be coming after me. Everyone would be coming after me. Once the world learned what I had done...
I felt myself slipping into a deep panic. I had been desperately whispering the word Underwood over and over for the past few minutes as the corruption took root in the very heart of Concordia. Her curse, spread by my hands.
Nobody would understand. Despite any protests I could make, despite any lies I could spin, they would see me as nothing more as her agent, her will manifest.
I very nearly reset the spell and started whispering another location. Someplace far away, where nobody would ever discover what I had done here today. Someplace where I could simply disappear and be forgotten about. Someplace where they would never find me, and I could live out the rest of my infinite life in anonymity.
Her condescending laughter rang out, seeming coming from the very forest itself as it transformed into something darker, something more evil. I very nearly reset the spell again.
But why didn't I? Why could I not bring myself to just... run away from it all? What was keeping me rooted here as the curse took hold of Concordia? It would not take long before the vile magic twisted the great forest into a facsimile of its Raiaeran cousin. Why was I lingering here?
I was thinking about Corone. I was thinking about the innocent souls of Underwood, who had no idea what was about to happen to them. All those people, undeserving of the horrors that threatened to swallow them up. I was thinking of the caravans and travelers and adventurers and farmers and just... everyone who wasn't prepared for what she had in store for them.
I was never good at saving things. I was always better at destroying them. The spreading crimson reminded me of that fact.
But, something had to be done. If the curse could not be lifted, it could at the very least be contained.
Another minute of frantic whispering passed before the light of the teleportation stone enveloped me and took me from the corrupted heart of Concordia.