DREAM
A sickly strong feeling tied a million knots in his stomach; the rush of power was so great that he had no control over it. His body felt numb and wouldn't move how he wanted it to; the surge of power was intoxicatingly nauseous. He wanted to vomit, and at the same time he wouldn't let himself. He didn't want someone to know how badly he hurt inside--no, he didn't want anyone to know.
Once more, he envisioned the fire engulfing a village, and there was that overbearing figure before him. He could feel the heat of the flames, could smell the sooty smoke, and squinted just to see that figure amidst the dancing lights and shadows. There the figure stood with his twisted smirk before turning away and disappearing in the rising flames.
He was hit with a wave of jealousy and anger, but he didn't really know or understand why. All he felt was a consuming envy toward that dark figure; he felt it so passionately that it was blackening his insides and tormenting his mind. It was all he could think about.
Suddenly there was a stab in his chest, and he felt himself falling into darkness. Where there were once heated flames now was a freezing darkness devouring him. He thrashed frantically but could not feel the control he had over his body, and the stabbing in his chest continued as if someone was striking him or impaling him again and again.
'Mother! Make it stop! Make it stop!'
Though he cried out, there was no sound. And he felt as if his voice was hoarse... or wasn't even there at all. But he didn't care anymore--he just wanted the cycle of pain to stop. Instead it continued, lasting for... he didn't know for how long. All he could remember was feeling so tired, so cold, so numb in that darkness, blinking dry eyes that despaired to see something -anything- in that darkness.
Finally, he simply closed his eyes and hoped that he'd never open them ever again. But a nagging feeling inside of him eventually convinced him to open his eyes, and he saw only a world of white. Before him was a small and shapely goddess of sorts; she had the female human figure but somehow seemed unworldly.
'Mother?' He reached out to touch her, and felt a shiver as they joined hands. 'You... you aren't my mother!!!'
Then he took up his souba and drove it through her, ripping her apart and revealing a lady in a pink dress. She smiled sweetly, reached out, and embraced him... before he opened his eyes for real and found himself encased in a strange syrupy shell.
Once more, he envisioned the fire engulfing a village, and there was that overbearing figure before him. He could feel the heat of the flames, could smell the sooty smoke, and squinted just to see that figure amidst the dancing lights and shadows. There the figure stood with his twisted smirk before turning away and disappearing in the rising flames.
He was hit with a wave of jealousy and anger, but he didn't really know or understand why. All he felt was a consuming envy toward that dark figure; he felt it so passionately that it was blackening his insides and tormenting his mind. It was all he could think about.
Suddenly there was a stab in his chest, and he felt himself falling into darkness. Where there were once heated flames now was a freezing darkness devouring him. He thrashed frantically but could not feel the control he had over his body, and the stabbing in his chest continued as if someone was striking him or impaling him again and again.
'Mother! Make it stop! Make it stop!'
Though he cried out, there was no sound. And he felt as if his voice was hoarse... or wasn't even there at all. But he didn't care anymore--he just wanted the cycle of pain to stop. Instead it continued, lasting for... he didn't know for how long. All he could remember was feeling so tired, so cold, so numb in that darkness, blinking dry eyes that despaired to see something -anything- in that darkness.
Finally, he simply closed his eyes and hoped that he'd never open them ever again. But a nagging feeling inside of him eventually convinced him to open his eyes, and he saw only a world of white. Before him was a small and shapely goddess of sorts; she had the female human figure but somehow seemed unworldly.
'Mother?' He reached out to touch her, and felt a shiver as they joined hands. 'You... you aren't my mother!!!'
Then he took up his souba and drove it through her, ripping her apart and revealing a lady in a pink dress. She smiled sweetly, reached out, and embraced him... before he opened his eyes for real and found himself encased in a strange syrupy shell.