OOC: Dream
The first thing he felt was the fire burning through him, stripping him down to nothing. The color was green, a bright emerald that chased through him and stirred him to consciousness. There was something in his hand, a rock of some sort, and it sent the fire coursing through his veins.
There was a woman, long dark hair and a soft smile on her lips, and she had placed a small gold pin on his lapel before she had taken his hand, leading him until she'd stopped. The pathway was wide, gray, bordered by stark black on all sides, and she bid him to continue on with a gentle kiss against his forehead. Her hands were held in his then, and her white-tipped nails slowly crossing his palm before he turned and walked away from her.
There was a look back before he pushed open the heavy door in front of him.
There was a throne, the king tumbled to the floor, shrouded in black. He'd stepped forward, the stone in hand, and pulled back the hood to see the king's face. The eyes were steel gray and they had laughed at him before it all shattered and the fire returned.
It coursed through him, searing him from the inside until he was nothing. The stone was still in his hand and he gripped it tighter. There was a bird, an effigy of one, burning brightly against the black, and it had swallowed the stone. It burned bright green now, and his own hand tightened around the stone in his hand. The truth. It stirred something in him and somehow he knew that's what the stone meant- to seek the truth.
He burned with it, burned with a need for it, and it drove him to open his eyes.
There was a woman, long dark hair and a soft smile on her lips, and she had placed a small gold pin on his lapel before she had taken his hand, leading him until she'd stopped. The pathway was wide, gray, bordered by stark black on all sides, and she bid him to continue on with a gentle kiss against his forehead. Her hands were held in his then, and her white-tipped nails slowly crossing his palm before he turned and walked away from her.
There was a look back before he pushed open the heavy door in front of him.
There was a throne, the king tumbled to the floor, shrouded in black. He'd stepped forward, the stone in hand, and pulled back the hood to see the king's face. The eyes were steel gray and they had laughed at him before it all shattered and the fire returned.
It coursed through him, searing him from the inside until he was nothing. The stone was still in his hand and he gripped it tighter. There was a bird, an effigy of one, burning brightly against the black, and it had swallowed the stone. It burned bright green now, and his own hand tightened around the stone in his hand. The truth. It stirred something in him and somehow he knew that's what the stone meant- to seek the truth.
He burned with it, burned with a need for it, and it drove him to open his eyes.