thrakx
03-27-2008, 09:17 PM
This is for my 23 critics or fans you decide which after reading!
*PS: Plz forgive any random errors as i am in the editing process atm, and will continue to add stuff and edit this thread here in the next few days.
It all began with an orphan in the rain.....
The night fell over Brynhild, and with it the rain came. Fat drops that soon had the water flowing over the cobblestones, and into the gutters in a torrent. Super walked the streets as if in a daze. Where was he? He searched for a familiar face, but the water distorted everything.
He stood outside tramis mansion that nite for a long time, silently contemplating the events of the last couple days. He was still alone, just like when he found himself in this place, and now on top of that it was raining again.
As he looked throught the windows into the grand mansion which housed the fighters guild, the pain and confusion almost became too much. The cheery light from inside cast a weak glow on his face, as he watched the people inside, dining and carrying on oblivious to the downpour outside. He shook his head in disgust and walked back south towards the square. Hoping just maybe this once he would see a familiar face, maybe some one would speak to him, maybe he would get a chance to find some kind of shelter
for the night, or at least some company.
Entering the square the weather got even worse. People were all over still, the poor, the weak, the newly arrived dregs of society- They huddled together for warmth, seeking what comfort they could in each others company, still not one would acknowledge him as he dully trudged by. Each time he tried to make eye contact it was like he didn't exsist. After a while he just gave up trying to talk to them.
Maybe he could go shelter near the vege cart, the girl who worked there was at least friendlier to him than anyone else except the streetsweeper Yozette on summerhill street. It was no use, even her cart was shut down, and she was nowhere to be found.
He felt the despair growing stronger. Even all the spots under the trees were takin by now....
"am I a ghost?" "what is this burden I bear that makes me so unlike all these others here?"
"why must it be so heavy..."
The pain flowed into him. It filled him up, so much pain, surely he would be better off, just giving in.and letting himself be washed away like the water. Free at last of the crushing lonliness which had haunted his days and nights since he found himself in this place.
.One last spot to try and find some shelter. He made his way towards the hotel on Mall St. The street here was nearly deserted as he had thought they would be.
The water pooled here and there as it flowed on its way towards the sewers underneath town.
He made his way to the garden beside the hotel, approaching caustiously in case his spot was occupied, he carefully peered through the bushes and looked into the garden. His heart leapt! It was empty! He wriggled through the bushed and made his way into the clearing. Managing to find a spot that as relatively dry under one of the trees, he spread his cloak out on the ground, and layed his head on his shoes and tried to
go to sleep.
Despite the rain, the night was warm, and there was no wind. As he layed on the grass and looked up at his tree, he resolved to try again tomorrow. Surely everything he'd known couldn't disappear- It was impossible. Wasn't it? Even worse was the confusion that blanketed his head like a cloud, where had he even been before this? What HAD he known? The last though before he drifted off to sleep was a grim one.
"what if I NEVER find out?"
*PS: Plz forgive any random errors as i am in the editing process atm, and will continue to add stuff and edit this thread here in the next few days.
It all began with an orphan in the rain.....
The night fell over Brynhild, and with it the rain came. Fat drops that soon had the water flowing over the cobblestones, and into the gutters in a torrent. Super walked the streets as if in a daze. Where was he? He searched for a familiar face, but the water distorted everything.
He stood outside tramis mansion that nite for a long time, silently contemplating the events of the last couple days. He was still alone, just like when he found himself in this place, and now on top of that it was raining again.
As he looked throught the windows into the grand mansion which housed the fighters guild, the pain and confusion almost became too much. The cheery light from inside cast a weak glow on his face, as he watched the people inside, dining and carrying on oblivious to the downpour outside. He shook his head in disgust and walked back south towards the square. Hoping just maybe this once he would see a familiar face, maybe some one would speak to him, maybe he would get a chance to find some kind of shelter
for the night, or at least some company.
Entering the square the weather got even worse. People were all over still, the poor, the weak, the newly arrived dregs of society- They huddled together for warmth, seeking what comfort they could in each others company, still not one would acknowledge him as he dully trudged by. Each time he tried to make eye contact it was like he didn't exsist. After a while he just gave up trying to talk to them.
Maybe he could go shelter near the vege cart, the girl who worked there was at least friendlier to him than anyone else except the streetsweeper Yozette on summerhill street. It was no use, even her cart was shut down, and she was nowhere to be found.
He felt the despair growing stronger. Even all the spots under the trees were takin by now....
"am I a ghost?" "what is this burden I bear that makes me so unlike all these others here?"
"why must it be so heavy..."
The pain flowed into him. It filled him up, so much pain, surely he would be better off, just giving in.and letting himself be washed away like the water. Free at last of the crushing lonliness which had haunted his days and nights since he found himself in this place.
.One last spot to try and find some shelter. He made his way towards the hotel on Mall St. The street here was nearly deserted as he had thought they would be.
The water pooled here and there as it flowed on its way towards the sewers underneath town.
He made his way to the garden beside the hotel, approaching caustiously in case his spot was occupied, he carefully peered through the bushes and looked into the garden. His heart leapt! It was empty! He wriggled through the bushed and made his way into the clearing. Managing to find a spot that as relatively dry under one of the trees, he spread his cloak out on the ground, and layed his head on his shoes and tried to
go to sleep.
Despite the rain, the night was warm, and there was no wind. As he layed on the grass and looked up at his tree, he resolved to try again tomorrow. Surely everything he'd known couldn't disappear- It was impossible. Wasn't it? Even worse was the confusion that blanketed his head like a cloud, where had he even been before this? What HAD he known? The last though before he drifted off to sleep was a grim one.
"what if I NEVER find out?"