Recalled, from the fonbelt.
Who: Sync, and YOU
Where: That one tree. You know the one.
When: Just after sunrise.
Why: Sync has arrived, he needs a moment to cope.
Open/Closed: Open!
Warnings: TBA
Light, a cacophony of colors, swirling, along with an intense, yet gentle warmth. Everything at once, yet a blissful nothing. A sense of drifting, floating along, mingling.
Then, a sharp pull. Was it a leg? Perhaps an arm. The God-General found his voice enough to cry out in shock. Then another voice announcing he still had go on. ...Was it Van again? Why could the man not let him fade?
The colors blurred into lines as that pulling sensation became stronger, time began flowing again.
Light. A blue sky, fluffy clouds. Pain? ...No, this the body was whole; as the boy discovered, putting a hand to his chest. He took a breath, pinched the bridge of his nose, and sat up. He was wearing his clothes from Eldrant, and he wasn't dead. No one was around, he could sense that clearly enough, so he moved onto his knees, beating the earth with a gloved fist as tears started. Why did he have to go on? He didn't have anything; no place, no life, no friends, nothing. He had been truly at peace, and now he had to exist, empty inside once more. Rubbing the tears away, he stood up. Sync felt he didn't even deserve to cry; he didn't really matter, so what good were tears?
The tree finally caught his attention. Somehow, it reminded him of the Soil Tree, but how could one grow to such proportions? ...Where was he? Why wasn't Van standing over him, gently commanding him to get up and then ask him to fight again?
Where: That one tree. You know the one.
When: Just after sunrise.
Why: Sync has arrived, he needs a moment to cope.
Open/Closed: Open!
Warnings: TBA
Light, a cacophony of colors, swirling, along with an intense, yet gentle warmth. Everything at once, yet a blissful nothing. A sense of drifting, floating along, mingling.
Then, a sharp pull. Was it a leg? Perhaps an arm. The God-General found his voice enough to cry out in shock. Then another voice announcing he still had go on. ...Was it Van again? Why could the man not let him fade?
The colors blurred into lines as that pulling sensation became stronger, time began flowing again.
Light. A blue sky, fluffy clouds. Pain? ...No, this the body was whole; as the boy discovered, putting a hand to his chest. He took a breath, pinched the bridge of his nose, and sat up. He was wearing his clothes from Eldrant, and he wasn't dead. No one was around, he could sense that clearly enough, so he moved onto his knees, beating the earth with a gloved fist as tears started. Why did he have to go on? He didn't have anything; no place, no life, no friends, nothing. He had been truly at peace, and now he had to exist, empty inside once more. Rubbing the tears away, he stood up. Sync felt he didn't even deserve to cry; he didn't really matter, so what good were tears?
The tree finally caught his attention. Somehow, it reminded him of the Soil Tree, but how could one grow to such proportions? ...Where was he? Why wasn't Van standing over him, gently commanding him to get up and then ask him to fight again?