DREAM
It was cloudy. And it was wrong.
He was standing alone, on a straight road, towers lining both sides, with a final one glowing at the end. He knew he had to stop and look at each one, but he didn't want to - the shivers up his spine and the goosebumps on his arms were more than enough to confirm that. However, he knew he had to - the end of this road was his final destination.
The first tower, the one he was closest too, had crumbled. An earthquake, making the stone and the yellow-painted rooftop all little more than a pile of rubble. He wasn't sure why, but seeing it crumbled like that made his heart break; maybe because it was the smallest.
The next tower was barely recognizable. It was made of wood, but now it was all rotted and water damaged. Termites had taken to it as well, leading to the bottom already starting to cave in. It had been sturdy, at one time, but now... Now it made him sick to look at.
His feet forced him to keep moving forward, to look at the next tower. Despite the pink shade of marble it was made out of, it was tall, too tall. It kept swaying, back and forth. Every now and then, another piece would fall off, and he would have to move quickly to keep from getting hit by it. The roof had already met its end, and lay at the base of the tower, crumpled and forgotten.
Second from the end lay the strangest tower, a blue one that looked like it was melting. Smooth material ran down the sides slowly, like wax, as if the tower was a lit candle. The ceiling was sloped to the left, slowly, slowly sinking with the material below.
That was all. Except for one, the one he knew he had to get to. His slow, fearful pace quickened into a jog, then a run, knowing he had to get to that last tower -
But it was too late.
The glow was not a glow, the tower instead covered in flames, high and bright. They licked the sky, the heat so intense that he began to sweat. In front of him were two figures clad in red and black, both wielding swords. One was female, standing tall and unscathed. The other, male, was on his knee, beaten badly, half his mask cut away. The female raised her sword, and the male bowed his head.
Decapitation.
The man who had made his journey here reached out a hand to stop it, but froze as he saw that he too was injured, his hand impaled by a pair of chopsticks. He couldn't do anything to stop the woman, the blade coming down.
He never could do anything to help, could he?
He was standing alone, on a straight road, towers lining both sides, with a final one glowing at the end. He knew he had to stop and look at each one, but he didn't want to - the shivers up his spine and the goosebumps on his arms were more than enough to confirm that. However, he knew he had to - the end of this road was his final destination.
The first tower, the one he was closest too, had crumbled. An earthquake, making the stone and the yellow-painted rooftop all little more than a pile of rubble. He wasn't sure why, but seeing it crumbled like that made his heart break; maybe because it was the smallest.
The next tower was barely recognizable. It was made of wood, but now it was all rotted and water damaged. Termites had taken to it as well, leading to the bottom already starting to cave in. It had been sturdy, at one time, but now... Now it made him sick to look at.
His feet forced him to keep moving forward, to look at the next tower. Despite the pink shade of marble it was made out of, it was tall, too tall. It kept swaying, back and forth. Every now and then, another piece would fall off, and he would have to move quickly to keep from getting hit by it. The roof had already met its end, and lay at the base of the tower, crumpled and forgotten.
Second from the end lay the strangest tower, a blue one that looked like it was melting. Smooth material ran down the sides slowly, like wax, as if the tower was a lit candle. The ceiling was sloped to the left, slowly, slowly sinking with the material below.
That was all. Except for one, the one he knew he had to get to. His slow, fearful pace quickened into a jog, then a run, knowing he had to get to that last tower -
But it was too late.
The glow was not a glow, the tower instead covered in flames, high and bright. They licked the sky, the heat so intense that he began to sweat. In front of him were two figures clad in red and black, both wielding swords. One was female, standing tall and unscathed. The other, male, was on his knee, beaten badly, half his mask cut away. The female raised her sword, and the male bowed his head.
Decapitation.
The man who had made his journey here reached out a hand to stop it, but froze as he saw that he too was injured, his hand impaled by a pair of chopsticks. He couldn't do anything to stop the woman, the blade coming down.
He never could do anything to help, could he?