Updraft
The voices run through his mind at an alarming speeds. He see his friends that have never forgotten him or let him stay in his horrid mind too long. And their smiles fill him with joy. They have never given up on believing in him, and it is those thoughts that drive him forward despite the pain of his past and the torture he inflicts on himself.
Shaking the utter stupidity of his own thoughts. He looks up in the direction that he has fallen and sees his friends holding out their hands. "You must reach out. Or you will not pull yourself out of the pit you have made for yourself." with those words he stretches out his hand towards them. Then nothingness. A flare of light and white hot pain surges through his eyes and body as he finds himself looking into the afternoon sky. Laying on his back in the same clearing he started this madness in. He rises on very shaky knees. Blood trickles down his forehead and into his eyes. He wipes it away and looks around. There are fresh burns all around. And the clearing seems almost still despite the wisps of smoke rising from all around him. He suddenly finds himself giggling. A feeling of a great weight lifted from him and the absurdity of his own angst against himself. The giggling escalates to full blown laughter. He finds himself rising into the air lifted by thoughts of friendships and new hopes for himself, and a releases from the insanity that warps his thoughts. He stops laughing and looks to the south. Back in the direction of the last town he left. Knowing Reaver is there with Venom. He gently lands on the ground and with a swift bound he is in the tree tops. 'Maybe I can change this. Maybe I can stop this madness once and for all.' With those thoughts he leaps back towards the road and his pack. Within minutes he is back. He looks around and strangely its still there. He rummages through it looking for something. He pulls out a scroll. Old and brown and tied with a small red ribbon. A wax seal can be seen holding it together. He smiles remembering the gift that a wonderful friend had given him so very long ago. He tears the seal off and opens the scroll.
It swirls around him like a chinese dancer. Coiling about him like a lover embracing their one true love. He smiles and remembers. Speaking the words of breaking he chants "Day boon stain. Spirits of earth and air. Fulfill the pack of the ancients and heed your duty to me. Megadet!" His body glows a dull rust red. A feral smile is etched in his face. "Now Reaver. We will end this nightmare. One way or another." Blue black wings sprout from Iori's back. But no pain can be seen in his face. His eyes begin to glow a deep crimson, and energy seems to arch back and forth between them. Smiling like the proverbial cat that got the bird he springs into the air and flies southward.
Shaking the utter stupidity of his own thoughts. He looks up in the direction that he has fallen and sees his friends holding out their hands. "You must reach out. Or you will not pull yourself out of the pit you have made for yourself." with those words he stretches out his hand towards them. Then nothingness. A flare of light and white hot pain surges through his eyes and body as he finds himself looking into the afternoon sky. Laying on his back in the same clearing he started this madness in. He rises on very shaky knees. Blood trickles down his forehead and into his eyes. He wipes it away and looks around. There are fresh burns all around. And the clearing seems almost still despite the wisps of smoke rising from all around him. He suddenly finds himself giggling. A feeling of a great weight lifted from him and the absurdity of his own angst against himself. The giggling escalates to full blown laughter. He finds himself rising into the air lifted by thoughts of friendships and new hopes for himself, and a releases from the insanity that warps his thoughts. He stops laughing and looks to the south. Back in the direction of the last town he left. Knowing Reaver is there with Venom. He gently lands on the ground and with a swift bound he is in the tree tops. 'Maybe I can change this. Maybe I can stop this madness once and for all.' With those thoughts he leaps back towards the road and his pack. Within minutes he is back. He looks around and strangely its still there. He rummages through it looking for something. He pulls out a scroll. Old and brown and tied with a small red ribbon. A wax seal can be seen holding it together. He smiles remembering the gift that a wonderful friend had given him so very long ago. He tears the seal off and opens the scroll.
It swirls around him like a chinese dancer. Coiling about him like a lover embracing their one true love. He smiles and remembers. Speaking the words of breaking he chants "Day boon stain. Spirits of earth and air. Fulfill the pack of the ancients and heed your duty to me. Megadet!" His body glows a dull rust red. A feral smile is etched in his face. "Now Reaver. We will end this nightmare. One way or another." Blue black wings sprout from Iori's back. But no pain can be seen in his face. His eyes begin to glow a deep crimson, and energy seems to arch back and forth between them. Smiling like the proverbial cat that got the bird he springs into the air and flies southward.