Ok- context:
Death (as in the grim reaper) and Tyran (one of my lead characters) have entered Death's subconcious in order to search his internal books of souls for the 'amulet holders'. Death is unable to store all the countless reams of information conciousnessly (as in memeory) so has to enter his divine subconcious to find them, you see smile
Anyways, since it's inside Death's mind, there aren't any limits.
Enjoy! biggrin
(c) to me, obviously - as if I need to say it lol
Quote:
It seemed that it was all made from liquid; fluid and pulsating. A great sheet of water stretched out in front of them, as calm and clear as air. Around them, Tyran got the impression that they were in some great cavern, although there were no walls. Instead, the cavernous feel came from the unique quality of light – as if the whole vast space was only lit by a dim inner glow, absent of any penetrating daylight. All seemed empty but for the expanse of water; nevertheless, Tyran could sense movement all around him and out of sight.
Death took a step forwards onto the water and it rippled as if no more than a left had touched it, leaving the surface unbroken. Noting Tyran’s hesitance, Death nodded towards it.
“Come on. You won’t sink yet.”
“Yet?” Tyran frowned and followed, glad that his weight was equally supported by the water.
As they walked, it seemed that their surroundings shifted and changed around them, as if in a few steps they had traversed miles. Tyran grew aware of an eerie trickling sound. Far above his head, a single water droplet dropped down through the air, landing with a pure ‘drip’ on the water. As the ripples spread, Tyran could see far below them into the depths of the ocean. Shining below were fractured lights of purples yellows, greens and blues.
“What’s down there?” he asked. When he directed his eyes back up to the rest of the cavern, the scenery had changed again.
The two were still stood on their still ocean, but this time they were not alone. Far above their heads – stretching for what seemed thousands of miles into the endless dark sky – were floating mountains of crystal. They were rocky, but held rough cut gemstones of purple, yellow, green and blue nestled within them. Tyran realised that the lights deep beneath him must be more of these disembodied stalactites. All of the amazing structures were very slowly orbiting, but around what Tyran had no idea.
“This is it.” Death gave a small smile.
“This is what?”
“The library.”
Dumbfounded, Tyran continued to stare up at the glowing masses of rock. He tried to figure out how many of these structure there were – but it all seemed endless.
“If this really is a library then where are all the books?” Tyran eventually asked.
“Inside the rocks – in the cracks and such. They are there, believe me.”
“But...you can’t find the amulet holders in all of this – it’s infinite!”
“Not quite infinite. One book per life. Be patient.” Death stretched and closed his eyes. “Now...”
For a while nothing happened, but then the oceans began to sire and bubble beneath them. Tyran resisted the urge to cling to Death for fear of sinking and stood firm. A little way from him, the shifting water began to rise up in a thin pillar, growing up vertically into the sky. Following it, thousands of other similar shafts edged up also. They climbed up and up and Tyran saw that each seemed destined for one of the crystal structures. Once they touched the base they split off into vein like branches, covering the structures and crawling with a disturbing sentience over their surfaces. Tyran was surrounded by a forest of water, and the eerie dripping had turned into a hiss.
“Death?” he turned to him when he didn’t respond. The demi-god remained in deep concentration – his eyes closed and his teeth gritted.
The glow of everything above and below him increased and grew brighter, until the ocean under his feet was boiling and the hiss of the sentient water was at fever pitch.
“Death!” Tyran cried out.
“There.”
Suddenly all the pillars of water crumbled back to droplets and came raining down on the two. The glowing dulled, and all was quiet again. Death smiled in triumph, his body beginning to slowly decompose in response to the energy he had spent.
“ I have found their books.”
