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Edenfer
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posted March 04, 2006 06:56 PM |
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The Face of Fear (ICTC storytable)
This is the Third story in this Storytable.
It is set in my town: the NarMaï.
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Edf -> Edenfer
Fgn-> Friend of Gunnar
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Edenfer
Hired Hero
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posted March 04, 2006 07:01 PM |
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Edf
I made it Preut. I followed them into the Ilawa forest.
I won the bet, you can say goodbye to your crystal dagger.
Your shapeshifting won't save you this tim... BOOM (explosion sound)
Ahhrggg, I'm on the ground, I think I was unconscious for a while now.
It must have been a fireball. My clothes are burnt but I am hurting more
from the fall from the tree. Darn, I'm bleeding. The "vision mirror" is shattered.
Daer is going to kill me. What's happening? A battle? An ambush. Wait a minute I can't
see the moon, no, it can't be, not them,... the Demons!
I must calm down, no need to be a hero, my war training starts next week, I have to hide.
What's happening there? I can't understand a thing, it's too chaotic. I see vague shapes
fighting but nothing is clear. It's all going so fast. A pack of hellhounds are attacking
a mystic on the left and I can see eaphins battling succubi... Something is emerging from
the smoke...I see IT.. the face of fear, the monster of my nightmares.
It can't be, I must be dreaming, it's an Archdevil.
I think he's coming towards me. I don't remember when I stood up but I know that I can't move.
It's a nightmare, it must be. Like the one I had last week but why does my left arm hurt? We're
not supposed to feel pain in dreams. His brutality is unmatched, our army is falling like a
flock of lambs before a butcher. Is he coming towards me? He's moving closer to what seems to be
a proteus in demon form and is decapitating him. My heart is beating so fast, I can't breathe...
I should act, do something. Maybe run or hide, but where to? I know he's faster than me, he's gotta be.
Panic has set in, I can hardly remember my name, who am I? Focus, focus!!
A name is coming up to me: Ematil yeah yeah that's it, I am Ematil son of Munkh and Firasia.
I am helpless. What to do? What to do? I am nothing why would he come for me?
He's here.......................
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGG!!!! MY LEGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The pain.... the pain... the pain is excruciating. I am on the ground, basking in a crimson pool
of my own blood. My legs are sawed in half and five feet from my body. I can see a red bull ramming
the devil towards the edge of the battlefield, that must be what saved my head from being severed...
I am feeling woozy.. It's all this blood pouring from me...The stars, their light is so beautiful.
Mom, Dad, Preut you have made my fifteen years so joyful... It's time for me to verify if I really
have nine lives as the mystic Dosa told us, because I'm pretty sure that the first one is over...
Fgn
I was floating under a sea of dullness.
Every once in a while though a thought would come to me: try and swim
up.
I would then push and find myself in a fog of dullness. And then I would
be back down into the sea again. Push. Sink. Push. There was a long,
narrow, unkindly looking face peering down at me. Sink.
Then I felt something…on my face.
Push. And then I felt it again. a slap. Sink. Slap
push…SLAP
Ow! that time it hurt. And then SLAP!
"What is your name?"
wha ih yore..
SLAP
"Ow!" I was pretty sure I said it out loud that time. I seemed to be
constantly floating now in the fog, which was an improvement..
"What is your name?"
"Wha is your… my name" What was my name? I looked around.
I was covered with various bottles of salves, multi-colored cloth
strips, and metal instruments. I could see the bric-a-brac extended past
my body to a large flat table that I was on which was also covered in
various jars and instruments. My mind finally was able to piece together
what was going on. I was being brought back from the dead. The
hooded figure started chanting and I could hear the chanting right in
the middle of my head. I could also hear some whispers and other
talk going on in the background. I felt a hand lightly touch my chest. I
lurched up and then fell back to the table...not long, but long enough
to get a good look at the hooded figure. He was dressed in a long brown
robe and he wore a strange looking pendant. He also had some markings
above one of his eyebrows. a foreigner. That made sense. The
Narmai were good at a lot of things but they had never mastered the art
of bringing somebody back from the dead. There was also another person
who somehow I knew to be important. Who was it?
"What is your name?"
Just then every tiny scrut and every hair on my body started writhing in
pain. I started screaming.
SLAP!!
I decided to groan loudly in pain instead.
"What is your…."
"My name is Ematil!" I bawled. "Oh it hurts" I could barely think
through all the pain.
The hooded figure spoke. "This is nothing compared to what you would
have felt if we had discovered you a couple of hours later"
not comforting I thought in sheer agony.
"Where is the vision mirror?"
"The ?"
He brought his hand up to slap me. "Where is the…"
I didn't know but by now I had enough control of my mind that I was able
to stall.
"The uh…I had it…. we we're" Just then I finally remembered who the
important person in the room was, it was Overmaster Alpen-Ator, dean of
the learning academy. I was also able to make out a couple of other
people in the room, my parents.
"It broke…" I said. The effect was like a physical blow on the hooded
man. He jumped back a few paces. The hooded man and the dean started
talking furiously. Other people were also talking in the room. I heard
the phrase "we need the pieces". And then I heard someone say "We must
gain possesion of the pieces, there is no alternative"
"Where? Where did it break? " he demanded in a fast, urgent voice.
"…at the battle…" There was a great sound of movement as if several
people had left the room. (Much later I was both indignant and depressed
that I had been raised from the dead not for my own person but because I
was the last one to have possesion of the vision mirror). The hooded man
disappeared and I put my head back on the pillow to try and collect my
thoughts and deal with this unbearable pain that kept flooding through
my body.
It was a while later, I don't really know how much, when I heard voices
and movement in the room again.
"There's nothing there." I heard someone say.
More voices. Some of them angry. I gathered my wits and tried to lean up
"We found these though" someone said. It looked like a grisly set of
legs. "It's his legs"
My legs? Why were my legs not attached to my….I pulled myself up and
looked down…crotch, thighs, knees….. At this point a bit of panic set
in. Don't misunderstand me I was gratefull for being alive but I really
really wanted to be alive with a complete set of limbs. I looked
in panic at the hooded man. "Please…" I was about to say but just then
Overmaster interjected: "Can the legs be saved?"
The hooded man grabbed the legs and brought them over to my body. He
placed them next to the corresponding knees and studied them both for a
few moments. And there it was, my legs right to my knees. All that I
needed was just a couple inches of…stuff in between them. This
man had just brought me back from the dead, surely he can find a way to
bridge the small gap between my knees and legs.
"No" he said. And then he threw them in the garbage.
"No?" I said and then my eyes started to well up with tears. "No legs?"
"Look, you need to start right now by telling us everything."
"Everything?" I was still crying.
"From the beginning"
"The beginning?"
"Right now, everything…from the beginning."
I wiped my eyes and laid my head back. The beginning…where was
the beginning?
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