Forgotten Paths sporking. Chapter 1 -- Circular Darkness
What?
Human psychics are so rare, they became things of legends, but when they do, their passion…their devotion, their mental stability -and instability- makes them far beyond their peers who obtained their powers naturally.
Mental stability? HAH!
Nightmares…countless nightmares haunt me. Not one of them addressed to me.
What is this?
Nightmares of legendary beings only heard of…I hear them as my own.
I am close to them…the legendaries.
DUN DUN DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN
I hold the power…of the Dark beings that overshadow this world.
How, I do not know…why, I care less.
It’s like HD cable.
Was this a reason that I left Hoenn? Was I summoned here? Or were my friends able to see through this…defect, and think that staying away from my home would heal me?
Another interesting plot point that is promptly ignored. I HATE MYSELF FOR DOING THIS!
I do not care…for the answer would not do anything to me, but feed my curiosity.
I cannot wait…until I fall asleep again.
And wake up with a headache.
Not always…can I see the nightmares…Symbolic sights, strange actions, inconsistent events…but I wait for them…
Show them, GIT!
I turned in my bed, unable to conquer the feeling of anxiety, as sleep avoided every attempt at catching it.
Wait, where is he again?
I opened my eyes, sat up, and placed my hand on my forehead, whispering curses endlessly. My eyes caught the moonlight slipping from the bedroom’s window, and froze.
Wasn’t he on the deck a moment ago?
“Moonlight shines upon the guilty…and the innocent alike.”
Warcraft Quote. Pfft.
Distortion shook my eyes, as a dark smile curled my lips. A heavy feeling possessed me, clamping on my lungs, forcing life out of me-
Distortion shook my eyes?
“The mental winds blow again…” I thought, once I felt my own consciousness recede, as one not of my own dominated.
“Why have you come…?”
The question rang…
And I didn’t pick up.
Human psychics are so rare, they became things of legends, but when they do, their passion…their devotion, their mental stability -and instability- makes them far beyond their peers who obtained their powers naturally.
Mental stability? HAH!
Nightmares…countless nightmares haunt me. Not one of them addressed to me.
What is this?
Nightmares of legendary beings only heard of…I hear them as my own.
I am close to them…the legendaries.
DUN DUN DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN
I hold the power…of the Dark beings that overshadow this world.
How, I do not know…why, I care less.
It’s like HD cable.
Was this a reason that I left Hoenn? Was I summoned here? Or were my friends able to see through this…defect, and think that staying away from my home would heal me?
Another interesting plot point that is promptly ignored. I HATE MYSELF FOR DOING THIS!
I do not care…for the answer would not do anything to me, but feed my curiosity.
I cannot wait…until I fall asleep again.
And wake up with a headache.
Not always…can I see the nightmares…Symbolic sights, strange actions, inconsistent events…but I wait for them…
Show them, GIT!
I turned in my bed, unable to conquer the feeling of anxiety, as sleep avoided every attempt at catching it.
Wait, where is he again?
I opened my eyes, sat up, and placed my hand on my forehead, whispering curses endlessly. My eyes caught the moonlight slipping from the bedroom’s window, and froze.
Wasn’t he on the deck a moment ago?
“Moonlight shines upon the guilty…and the innocent alike.”
Warcraft Quote. Pfft.
Distortion shook my eyes, as a dark smile curled my lips. A heavy feeling possessed me, clamping on my lungs, forcing life out of me-
Distortion shook my eyes?
“The mental winds blow again…” I thought, once I felt my own consciousness recede, as one not of my own dominated.
“Why have you come…?”
The question rang…
And I didn’t pick up.