Dream ⊗ 11/03/08
[PRIVATE LIKE WHOA. Only people like Judith, Asch, and Zelos will be able to read it (though it'll look a bit uh, crackly at first), and anyone who can hack like. REALLY. Really well. Otherwise, it looks like a bunch of static to everyone else]
"Get up," an all too familiar voice commanded.
But I don't want to, he thought.
"Can't ya give an old man a break?" Raven's whining voice echoed in the small jail cell he had put himself in to rest for a spell.
And then it went black before a blur of incoherent images and sounds, all a mess of garble, suddenly exploded, to finally end with Raven looking several years younger and standing at the edge of a cliff overlooking a still torn up, bloody battlefield. A giant hole in what used to be a mountain was visible in the distance.
In his hands were a few Fire Lily flowers. He briefly touched them to his chest and closed his eyes before he held them out and released them, letting the wind carry them to the distance.
His lips parted to say something, to say his regrets, his emotions. "...Wish I could give you a proper burial," Raven whispered instead, his voice cracking slightly before he closed his eyes and turned, slowly walking away. And with each step he took, Raven himself and the landscape changed. As he slowly aged to his current state, the dust, rock, and erosion slowly covered the torn up bodies that littered the ground -- bodies that would never be identified or buried, bodies of loved ones who would never return -- only to leave a barren, rocky, wasteland.
[SUPERDUPER PRIVATE! Only visible to Asch and Zelos]
I should have been down there. I shouldn't have been given this "second chance" at life. I didn't deserve it any more than she...they did.
At the same time, I'm glad it was me rather than...them. To have go through this hell...I'd rather spare them of that. Death was but a sweet dream for me, a dream that was cut short.
...But I guess there's no use whinin' about somethin' I couldn't do anything about. I got another chance. And I'm glad I could use it to make amends for my mistakes.
[/PRIVATE]
..I really must be gettin' old if I'm startin' to dream up old memories instead of hot ladies in an onsen. ...On second thought, after that crazy adventure back in the Haunted Mansion, I could probably go without having a dream like that for a while.
"Get up," an all too familiar voice commanded.
But I don't want to, he thought.
"Can't ya give an old man a break?" Raven's whining voice echoed in the small jail cell he had put himself in to rest for a spell.
And then it went black before a blur of incoherent images and sounds, all a mess of garble, suddenly exploded, to finally end with Raven looking several years younger and standing at the edge of a cliff overlooking a still torn up, bloody battlefield. A giant hole in what used to be a mountain was visible in the distance.
In his hands were a few Fire Lily flowers. He briefly touched them to his chest and closed his eyes before he held them out and released them, letting the wind carry them to the distance.
His lips parted to say something, to say his regrets, his emotions. "...Wish I could give you a proper burial," Raven whispered instead, his voice cracking slightly before he closed his eyes and turned, slowly walking away. And with each step he took, Raven himself and the landscape changed. As he slowly aged to his current state, the dust, rock, and erosion slowly covered the torn up bodies that littered the ground -- bodies that would never be identified or buried, bodies of loved ones who would never return -- only to leave a barren, rocky, wasteland.
[SUPERDUPER PRIVATE! Only visible to Asch and Zelos]
I should have been down there. I shouldn't have been given this "second chance" at life. I didn't deserve it any more than she...they did.
At the same time, I'm glad it was me rather than...them. To have go through this hell...I'd rather spare them of that. Death was but a sweet dream for me, a dream that was cut short.
...But I guess there's no use whinin' about somethin' I couldn't do anything about. I got another chance. And I'm glad I could use it to make amends for my mistakes.
[/PRIVATE]
..I really must be gettin' old if I'm startin' to dream up old memories instead of hot ladies in an onsen. ...On second thought, after that crazy adventure back in the Haunted Mansion, I could probably go without having a dream like that for a while.