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 Post subject: Shajol Cys (Waking Hour)
 Post Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 3:48 pm 
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He turned in his bed, trouble in his sleep again.

Sutra approached the towering monolith in the forest clearing. The whispers had told him where to find it. Without caution he reached out and placed his hand on the sleek shrine. How was it that the local scouts had missed this ancient structure. It was absent in any report he had read.

Pasaer tystaer sai tylesti si ialaelondraelaer

Her voice rang in his head. Ishia. Alice. The Consuming Darkness. She was whole again. Here. Now. In the realm of the living.

The sound of cracking skies broke the confused silence. The dark shrine gave way to reach arms grasping at the dark shade. He had struggled one last time. To see her again was worth surrender.

"Sutra....Sutra...SUTRA!"

The sleep deprived sin stirred from his nightmare. The rocking boat creaked along.

'We make landfall in ten minutes..." grunted the unfamiliar voice.

Sutra riffled through vacant memories of how he had found himself in this predicament. Nothing. The gray sky greeted his squinting eyes, as the shadow stumbled upon the deck.

'Oi, you almost forgot...' shouted a young man. Sutra pivoted his gaze to the left and focused on a leather bound journal held by a trembling hand. The young deck-hand read the man's obvious confusion.

"It was the only thing on you when they found you. The only thing you asked for before the fever broke."

Sutra accepted the item, not noticing the figure rush away into the salty mist. His aching hands examined the book cover. Tattered and torn. An old bloodstain covering much of the back and spine. The leather whined as its owner opened the cover. A blank page. Sutra chuckled. Turning the page he found nothing. Blank pages filled the book. An amusing prank indeed. Sutra smirked as he gripped the pages between his thumb and index finger and began to flip the pages in rapid succession. Words formed before his eyes.

Sutra squinted again. He repeated the process. The words became distinctly real until at last Sutra peeled the pages to the middle of the book, where he read:

pasaer tystaer sai tylesti si ialaelondraelaer

He recognized the tongue but his mind seized at its meaning. Pasaer...Sutra juggled in his groggy mind.

'You know what it says...' The voices from his dream. The voices had found him.

The shade fidgeted in his place as he scanned his immediate surroundings. Nothing.

'Darkness comes to consume the unenlightened.' The voices stood behind him now. Sutra spun around and stepped back with a betraying gasp.

'Alicia?'

Her pale lips did not smile. Her vacant eyes starred beyond him. Flesh made pale and broken from decomposition in a watery grave reeked of corrupt ocean.

'The darkness comes my love...." Her voice carried on the air but did not emit from her physical form.

'But how...." Sutra trembled asking.

'Prepare the way with your just spirit...' she added.

The shades quivering hands reached out to touch the cruel vision. She had been unjustly ripped from his grasp once before. And now the gods twisted humor had taken on a new form. Sutra pledged to wage an eternal way against the throne itself for this travesty. His hand gently cupped the side of her face. Cold and devoid of life Like he last remembered her.

"Alicia... I will always lov.." Sutra whispered. The corpse lashed out, bony hands wrapping around his throat. The unearthly shriek emanating from its open mouth was deafening. Sutra would curse the gods now if he could but found himself too busy scrambling for survival.

Dark pits remained where gray eyes of soulful depth once rested, peering deep into his fear. Sutra felt himself tip over the ships railing under the ungodly weight of death. The gray sky greeted him one last time before becoming deaf to all senses, enveloped by the ice cold grip of the ocean. The corpse bound itself to him as a constricting weight determined to snuff out any remaining will from the sins flesh.

"Sutra....Sutra...SUTRA!"

The sleep deprived sin seized from his nightmare. The rocking boat creaked along.

'We make landfall in ten minutes..." grunted the unfamiliar voice.

The sweat drenched sin angrily gripped at the bedding, gasping for air and life.

Sutra riffled through vacant memories of how he had found himself in this predicament. Nothing. The gray sky greeted his squinting eyes, as the shadow anxiously stood upon the deck.

Deck hands rushed frantically on ropes and masts to get a better look. Sutra scanned the horizon and could see what their attentions had been focused on. Fires raged in the distance. The Barony burned.

"The rumors were true...Mourningwood is under siege."

Sutra nodded as he watched the bellowing black clouds reached out to the heavens.

S
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