nightmares
The discussion with the Charter Mage brought back the nightmares. And the nightmares were his only memory of those early years, those horrifying years, those powerless years.
"What are you?!"
A woman's pained, confused, and crazed cries pierced though the formless dark. And the Formless responded in kind, not losing the least bit of its insensibility.
"A chicken?"
Madness, anger, and pain poured forth, filling the room physically. It flooded from the summoning circle where a new creature stood. The raw emotion made reality hit the walls. Parts bled to the other side, parts bounced back, creating a maelstrom at the room's center.
The world was being torn apart.
Darkness. Then, pale, sickly grey light. Similarly colored flesh. Blind. Mouths. Stinging appendages. Biting, snarling wind. Hungry wind that stole away bodily heat and dashed it's prey against cold stone.
Darkness. Chickens, being raised for food. Being killed. Lives lived for death, for life. Confusion, madness. And the wind, yet again killing both predator and prey.
Darkness. Now amongst myriad intelligent lifeforms engaged in shaping tiny portions of the world as they saw fit. And they saw unfit that intelligent minds be trapped in bodies which could not use tools.
Then the mighty wind's return.
Darkness. Light. Darkness. Light. Darkness. Light. Darkness. Light. Darkness. Light. Darkness. Light. Everywhere, mouths, everywhere, the wind, the hungry wind. The mouths become food.
Death, itself. Stolen away. Revenge offered up in its place.
Hunger.
"What are you?!"
A woman's pained, confused, and crazed cries pierced though the formless dark. And the Formless responded in kind, not losing the least bit of its insensibility.
"A chicken?"
Madness, anger, and pain poured forth, filling the room physically. It flooded from the summoning circle where a new creature stood. The raw emotion made reality hit the walls. Parts bled to the other side, parts bounced back, creating a maelstrom at the room's center.
The world was being torn apart.
Darkness. Then, pale, sickly grey light. Similarly colored flesh. Blind. Mouths. Stinging appendages. Biting, snarling wind. Hungry wind that stole away bodily heat and dashed it's prey against cold stone.
Darkness. Chickens, being raised for food. Being killed. Lives lived for death, for life. Confusion, madness. And the wind, yet again killing both predator and prey.
Darkness. Now amongst myriad intelligent lifeforms engaged in shaping tiny portions of the world as they saw fit. And they saw unfit that intelligent minds be trapped in bodies which could not use tools.
Then the mighty wind's return.
Darkness. Light. Darkness. Light. Darkness. Light. Darkness. Light. Darkness. Light. Darkness. Light. Everywhere, mouths, everywhere, the wind, the hungry wind. The mouths become food.
Death, itself. Stolen away. Revenge offered up in its place.
Hunger.