All you could saw were garbage. Stacked tall as a wall, and formed into pathways that seem to resemble that of a maze. It’s questionable why this was, but you enter the strange labyrinth with curiosity in mind. The path grows darker as you continued on the route you have chosen, and the walls of trash only grows higher and higher until all light has been blocked off.
Over time, you begin to panic. You reached inside the wall, hoping to pull something useful out. You reach and you claw, struggling to pull out whatever it was in your hand.
The object feels like a knife.
Pulling it out of the wall, you attempted to dig your way through it. The wall barely gives, and you were forced to travel deeper into the dark labyrinth. Deeper and deeper you go, and slowly you could’ve sworn you saw a light at the end. You run towards it and came out in a quiet little living room.
This is truly a nice place. It was comforting and homely, and so you waited.
And waited.
You were alone. And while the room might give a small sense of comfort, it slowly becomes nothing more than a place for you to wait. You could feel yourself becoming more and more irritated at the situation as you felt hopeless and lost. You couldn’t go back the way you came nor did the room have a door showing you the way out. Planting yourself on the couch, thinking of nothing, and doing nothing aside from staring at the darkness you were once in - the entrance to this tiny little room, you waited.
This was wrong. You weren’t supposed to be here, someone was supposed to come and get you. They had promised they would come get you. Someone close. Someone you treasure the most. You suddenly remember the disappointment of a broken promise with that person and the pain that came with it.
A voice suddenly snapped you out of the memory, “Live with it.”
The goddess of Anguish doesn’t even look at you before pointing towards where you first came in. You walked through it once more and came back out where you started, right outside the labyrinth.
The object feels like a beaten up doll.
You gave the object a particularly hard pull before it came loose. The doll loosens the foundation and down came the wall. As the dust cleared, you slowly realized you have entered a strange room. It consists of only a sofa and a window. The sky outside the window flickers between night and day, over and over. The sound of ticking could be heard anywhere in this room.
It was very irritating.
However, the doll in your grasp seems to show some comfort and so the both of you take residence on the sofa. Slowly, you couldn't help but think and daydream. Thinking of things that could happen, happy thoughts of someone coming to save you. You couldn’t help but be reminded of a time when you waited for someone and they returned for you. It was a particularly long wait, but they returned as promised.
A voice suddenly snapped you out of the memory, “Oh, did you have a nice dream?”
The goddess of Anguish stares at you with half lidded eyes. He gives you a second to answer before picking you up like a little child. “You seem to have remembered something kind. Keep it close, but not too close or it might prove to be nothing more than a disappointment.”
When you were finally back on your feet, the goddess wasn't there anymore and you were back at the entrance of the labyrinth.
You flinched and reeled back in pain. Whatever you have touched, it burns.
Suddenly, a spark of light. You could see it from where you have pulled your hand from, and slowly, flames begun to spread. A shudder of fear ran through you, and you quickly fled down the halls. Faintly, you could almost hear the sound of a child crying, pleading for someone. You tried to look for them, but all you heard was their voice. “Mother, come back!”
“I wanted to come too!”
“Don’t leave me alone.”
“Why?”
You tried to follow the voice, but not once did you see any trace of a child. All you could see was smoke. It was probably the smoke affecting your mind you thought, before going back to searching for a way out.
Soon, you came to a dead end.
Desperation filled your being as you took note of the situation, your hands clawing at the mountains of garbage, hoping to dig through or even scale the walls. However, nothing works. Digging only results in whatever was above to fall in; filling in the hole you have dug. If you tried to climb, you slip and fall back to the ground. A feeling of despair filled you as the smell of smoke greeted your nose.
There was no way out.
A single memory filled your mind, a memory of hopelessness and despair - a memory that reminded you of “what ifs” and “if only”.
A voice suddenly snapped you out of the memory, “You can’t undo the past.”
The goddess of Anguish did not look amused at the fire. However, he did not seem bothered by it as much as they should be. The two of you slowly watch as the flames consume the walls composed of trash, revealing a newly formed exit. As you leave, if you tried to see if the goddess was still there by the end, you would realize he had already disappeared back into the labyrinth. And if you checked to see if the labyrinth were still in flames, you would only find everything has reverted back to its original state before the fire.
Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 12:12 am
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 12:54 am
Although Xiu was not one to consider herself claustrophobic, something about the maze she had wandered into made the back of her neck prickle in nervousness. She found feel her stomach clench with increasing fear the further she progressed, the light fading as the walls around her grew higher and higher.
And yet she still walked forward, as if her feet were carrying her forward by themselves. "No," She breathed softly, her voice barely above a whisper, "No. No, I need to turn back. I can't--I won't--"
Her breathing suddenly became shallow as she felt panic overtake her. Glancing desperately at the walls surrounding her, she pat around in search of something--anything--that would help her. A tool, maybe, something to break down the wall so that she could escape.
However, what her fingers found and closed around was most certainly not a tool. It was something soft, but when she tugged it out, she was suddenly caught off guard by rumbling as the wall she had freed the object from came crashing down in front of her. In an effort to protect herself, she threw her arms up over her face, jumping back and squeezing her eyes shut.
She let a good few seconds pass before first cracking open one eye, and then the other. Was it...was it safe? And for that matter, where was she? The ghoul's lips pulled downwards in a faint frown as she observed her new surroundings, taking small, careful steps as she moved towards the sofa. Well, it all...seemed safe enough. Warily, she sat down, and it was at that moment that she actually thought to look down into her hands and at the object she had grabbed.
A doll. A ragdoll, to be more precise, and a worn one at that. The poor thing's yarn hair was a tangled mess, and one of its button eyes was hanging by a thread. Poor thing, She mused, smoothing out the doll's dress, Where is your owner? I'm certain that they've been looking for you. Or maybe you've waiting for them all this time?
She could sympathize. There had been times when some of the friends suddenly disappeared without prior warning, often to leave for a trip home or something. Although she always longed to see their faces, it was sometimes hard to get in contact with them, and so she'd be left waiting, wondering how they were and if they were okay...
...But they'd always come back. Even if it took weeks--months--they always returned eventually, and Xiu was always there to welcome them back, eager to catch up and ask how they had been. So long as they returned safe and sound...well, that was really all that she could ask for.
She startled at the sudden voice, head snapping to the side so that she could face the goddess. However, before she could react, she suddenly found herself being scooped up, the doll slipping from her fingers and landing on the couch. Although alarmed, she didn't dare say anything, and it was clear that he didn't mean any harm. Slowly, she nodded to show that she understood his words, admittedly emitting a silence sigh of relief as she was set back down on her feet.
Glancing around, she realized that she was back at the entrance. Eager to get away, she didn't even look back at the maze as she departed.
Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 7:06 am
Why was there so much garbage?
Pokerus glowered at the never ending piles of garbage, some stacked so high she could hardly see the sky above. All around her she could see rubbish, and it was starting to drive her nuts. The way it was all built seemed suspiciously like a maze, and with every turn she made trying to find a way out, she just saw more garbage pile up. Eventually the pathways grew dark, and she began to get agitated. Why couldn't she have kept her dragon form? Or at least the wings. She could of flown out of here instead of wondering around like a rat. Although she soon realized flying would be near impossible' the walls were to close together for her to spread her wings.
Eventually her nerves go the better of her, and growling under her breath she slammed her fist into a wall, hoping she could just punch the thing down and make a pathway. That could work, right?
Her hand came in contact with a rounded object, and she pulled on it. Out came a...doll? As she held onto it the wall began to fall around her, and she covered her eyes to shield them from the dust. Once it settled, she uncovered them to see she was now in a room.
Blinking in confusion (did she just destroy a entire maze?), she sat on the sofa that was there, trying to ignore the window as it changed from day to night and back within a matter of seconds. There was no one else about save for her.
Eventually she curled up on the sofa, cuddling the doll tightly. It was something she could hold onto while she waited. It's presence reminded her of the feeling she felt, waiting outside of her aunts cavern, hoping her parents would come to take her away from that evil place. When they eventually came, she would be ecstatic.
She was woken out of her daydreams by the voice of another goddess, one unfamiliar to her. She blinked as she was suddenly picked up, the goddess speaking words of wisdom. When she had been put down, he had disappeared, leaving her at the start of the maze.
Well, at least she hadn't destroyed the hole thing.
Marzena, as a selkie, of course preferred the wide vastness of the ocean, but this? Garbage stacked tall around her, as though it was a wall trying to keep something out, looming above her and growing as she took each step forward. Of all things to build a wall from. Really?
It surrounded her, enveloped her, and there was only darkness. "You've got to be kidding me." She groaned, and shoved her arm into the wall to grab something. Anything. She needed to get out of this mess.
...A knife? Well, that would be useful. Right?
Nope. It barely did any damage to the wall, and there was no way but to walk deeper into this stupid maze. If only the knife was bigger, but she had also exhausted herself from trying to hack away at the wall to create an exit.
A light! Marzena perked up and ran, breathing out a happy and relieved sigh as she entered a nice little room, slumping down into a sofa. It was comforting here, and she buried herself in cushions and waited.
But no one came. It wasn't as though she was waiting for anyone in particular either. Where she had entered was just a blank dark space, and it was the only 'door' in sight. She searched, even pulled out the carpets, but there was no trapdoors. No entrance, no exit, nothing.
Didn't they say they would come?
"M-marzie?" Her mother whispers, pulling her behind a rock. "What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to follow you guys and see--" She started, pouting up at the bigger figure. It feels as though she is small, as though she is back in her childhood once again.
"Oh darling." Ilona whispered, stroking her hair. "Wait here, okay? Stay here and be good. I'll get you once we're done." Her mother turns to swim away but she tugs on her skirt.
"You promise, mama?"
"I promise, sweetie."
But her mother never returned. She was forced to watch as--
"Live with it." Something snapped her out and she jerked awake, staring at the Goddess. A way out. Finally. Marzena scrambled out of the sofa and took the exit, without a second look at the Goddess.
Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 11:01 am
So much garbage. What kind of place was this? It smelled horrible and there was just no end to it in sight.
Falair kept walking, slowly turning corners. There just seemed to be more and more of the same. The walls were getting higher and soon a feeling of panic began to set in. She was lost among all this garbage, there just didn't seem to be any way out!
Turning to the wall beside her she began to claw at it. Pulling pieces of trash large and small out of the wall. Trying to push her hand, her body through. Only able to squeeze thin fingers between the tightly packed trash. "Ouch!" She yanked back her hand. Something was hot, on fire.
Soon the fire spread from the hole her hand had made. Swallowing up the wall in front of her. Filling her vision. Smoke choking her. Everything was a flame and so she ran. A small voice, a child's voice called out from somewhere. Why was there a child in here? Were they lost too? Falair tried to search, but the fire and the smoke was too much. She didn't hear them anymore so she gave up and continued to run. The mare had to get away from the flames.
She came skidding to a stop as she reached a dead end, the flames and smoke licking at her heels. The mare freaked and began to claw at the trash wall again. But every time she seemed to make some sort of progress trash from the top would fill in the hold. When she tried to climb she was simply slide back down. There was no way out.
A familiar memory flashed in her mind. Her home gone, everyone gone. Family dead, everything she knew destroyed and she could do nothing about it. She was so helpless and alone.
Falair flung herself at the wall, sliding down to her knees as she beat a fist against it. She hated it here. She hated the fire, the smoke, the horrible memory that this place brought up again. It was a memory that haunted her so.
And then a voice. She turned, face flushed. Another Goddess, but one unfamiliar to her. He did not seem to amused, but soon the wall began to part and an exit appeared. She did not stop to ask questions before stumbling through. Thankful to be out. When she turned to look back the wall was whole again and the Goddess was gone.
She left at a brisk pace.
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Hmm. Garbage. Stacked tall as a wall, and formed into pathways that seem to resemble that of a maze. It’s questionable why this was, but he entered the strange labyrinth with curiosity in mind---it was just like when he wandered into the dumps for searching materials...
The path grows darker as Rei continued on the route he has chosen, and the walls of trash only grows higher and higher until all light has been blocked off.
"Great. Now I'm lost again."
The walls around him started to shake---gah! Trashvalanche?!
The garbage almost buried him-he was stuck from abdomen to below. Crapcrapcrap!
Over time, you begin to panic. You reached inside the wall, hoping to pull something useful out. You reach and you claw, struggling to pull out whatever it was in your hand.
The object feels like a knife. Pulling it out of the wall, you attempted to dig your way through it. The wall barely gives, and you were forced to travel deeper into the dark labyrinth. Deeper and deeper you go, and slowly you could’ve sworn you saw a light at the end. You run towards it and came out in a quiet little living room.
"That was awful! Surely whoever coordinated this dumps should be here? I must give'em a piece of my knuckle for setting that trashvalanche-"
But still, this room is truly a nice place. It was comforting and homely, and so he waited.
And waited. You were alone. And while the room might give a small sense of comfort, it slowly becomes nothing more than a place for you to wait. You could feel yourself becoming more and more irritated at the situation as you felt hopeless and lost. You couldn’t go back the way you came nor did the room have a door showing you the way out. Planting yourself on the couch, thinking of nothing, and doing nothing aside from staring at the darkness you were once in - the entrance to this tiny little room, you waited.
This was wrong. You weren’t supposed to be here, someone was supposed to come and get you. They had promised they would come get you. Someone close. Someone you treasure the most. You suddenly remember the disappointment of a broken promise with that person and the pain that came with it.
A voice suddenly snapped him out of the memory, “Live with it.”
The goddess of Anguish doesn’t even look at him before pointing towards where you first came in; her nose was raised high to avoid the STINK. He walked through it once more and came back out where he started, right outside the labyrinth.
But there's something that he carried from that trash labyrinth other than the smell... [Rei awakened !]
Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 3:05 pm
Everywhere he looked he saw only garbage. Garbage as far as the eye could see. Garbage stacked so high and stacked just so until it formed what looked like a maze. The deliberately-made structure made Wilson curious, so he stepped up to enter. But deep inside he hoped it would be nothing like the maze in the violet tower because that one had been absolutely horrible and he was glad he would never have to do it again. The further he went, the less light there was. He treaded more carefully, kept his senses on high alert in case a creature ambushed him. As the light grew darker and darker still, Wilson realized that the piles of trash were higher. It was the thrown items that were blocking out the light.
He didn’t know where he was going, and each set of steps made the world grow darker. Nervous, Wilson reached into the walls to see if he would pull something useful out. But whatever he reached, it burned. Hissing, Wilson pulled his hand back out.
Whatever he had reached had given him light. A bright light. The light, in fact, was a bunch of flames. It began at the epicenter, right where his hand had been. It burned brightly, ferociously. It spread outward, devouring the trash, and soon it would eat him up too. Shuddering, Wilson turned and ran down the halls, a child’s sobbing cries and pleads echoing in his ears.
Smoke obscured his vision, so he tried to follow the child’s voice. He never saw the child. Maybe it was the smoke? Wilson kept running until he slammed into a dead end. No way out. He heard the flames crackling like firecrackers behind him. Desperate, he began to claw at the garbage. His hand reached for anything that jutted out so he could climb, but debris only tumbled down with him when he fell. No use. Futile.
Elliot. His skull presses tightly against the tree while his hands claw into the park. Wilson heaves as his weapon mutters relentlessly to him. He tries to open one eye and all he sees is the older man’s shrinking figure. Come back. Help me. I tried my best, don’t you know? Tears are brimming in his eyes and there’s no pain as he runs his head against the tree trunk when he sinks to the ground. Physical pain is nothing compared to the sensation of letting someone down, of remembering how much he loves her and how he loves her too and now she is gone because of Wilson. Pure agony.
The pain and brimming tears mix together with his regrets. If only he had gone off-island with her. If only he had convinced her to stay on the island with him. If only he had done a better job as a boyfriend. If only he had chosen to remain normal with her. They could have had wedding bells and baby cribs and smiles and laughter and they could have had everything. But it was all just smoke and mirrors to him now. They could have had everything, but they traded it away for blood and tears and cracked bones; haunted faces and chilling screams.
“You can’t undo the past.”
Tears stained his cheeks when he looked up at the Goddess of Anguish. Pure white. Beautiful. The Goddess stared on calmly as he watched the flames consume the trash until an exit formed. Wilson rose to his feet, wiped the tears away with the sleeves of his jacket. Just before he left, Wilson angled his head back slightly, but the Goddess had already disappeared. And so had the flames.
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Ugh, garbage everywhere, it was stacked high like walls and the walls made paths and the paths seemed to make...a maze. She looked around wondering why she'd been so drawn in, curious, always too curious. She walked along frowning as the paths she chose seemed to become darker, darker. The walls seemed to grow higher and higher, and soon all light was gone.
She frowned and turned, she tried to find a different path, her breathing quickened. She gasped and felt herself start to panic. She sucked in deep breaths trying to calm herself but she couldn't, she couldn't! She reached out her hands touching the wall, She shoved her hand against it pushing and pulling out something, she wriggled it her fingers grasped it tight. It felt like a rag, no not a rag, a little beaten doll.
She gave a hard yank and suddenly the wall came down no longer supported. She coughed and waved her hand before her face trying to clear the dust, when it finally settled she blinked. She was in a strange room there was a sofa and a window.
Glancing out the window she noticed the sky flicker from night to day and back again over and over. She looked around for the source of the constant tick, tick, tick, but she saw nothing that caused it.
Irritated she held the doll a little tighter and sat on the sofa. She sighed and yawned letting her mind wander...
He was back! He was alive and all Sin could think was thank Jack. She had felt so guilty, so dead inside when he had fallen into the darkness. The tips of her fingers ached, she had failed to save him,but he was back for her. A second chance, she had to stop being selfish.
They sat together on the bed holding each other in a moment of peace. The pain of her ankle was sharp, but in his arms even that faded. After all that had happened they talked, there were confessions to be made.
"I love you" said in a way she had never meant before, it was so powerful, three little words that meant everything changed.
When she woke he was still there and it was a comfort, the sound of his voice. When she'd washed her face, brushed her teeth and come out he was still there...her rock. She knew that he would always be there if she needed him, always give her space if she needed it, and always listen if she asked him to.
A voice suddenly intruded. “Oh, did you have a nice dream?”
She blinked up, the Goddess of Anguish was there staring at her with half lidded eyes. Suddenly she was picked up, like the dream...picked up because her ankle...and then he spoke again. “You seem to have remembered something kind. Keep it close, but not too close or it might prove to be nothing more than a disappointment.”
She stood at the labyrinth entrance, on her own two feet again, her ankle was fine, but her heart felt chilled by the words. It couldn't be a disappointment...could it?
Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 4:35 pm
Ying wandered through the labyrinth, a solitary wanderer in such a big trash heap. It was growing dark, but Ying paid it no mind. She could make it out in time.
She met with a dead end and panic sunk in. It was unbearably dark and she had nowhere to go. Nowhere but a large trash pile- one that was disgusting, she might add. It could do with some cleaning. She looked around for a bit, waiting for something to happen, but nothing did. That meant only one thing. She was going to have to look for something useful in the trash. With trepidation, she stuck her hand in-
-And yelped as something burned her.
The fire spread, soon covering her arms and licking at her clothing. Voices rang in her mind, Ying could feel the panic set in. The voices rang in her head, echoing and bouncing off the walls of her mind. It was overwhelming, uncomfortable. Screams rocked her ears, loud noises smouldering around her.
“Mother, come back!”
“I wanted to come too!”
“Don’t leave me alone.”
“Why?”
She panicked- someone was in danger! They needed help! Ying ran, trying to find the source of the voice, but there was none. Ying tugged at the walls, trying to escape herself, but it only caused more of the junk to fall on her. Trapped. Everything was dark. It smelled putrid, rotting, stinking memories curling around her and embracing here in the darkness. Panic had subsided and given place to a new emotion.
Anguish.
A memory came over her, bright and clear as day. The islands, grey and decrepit. Insanity covered the entire lands- the phoenix had destroyed everything. Everyone was covered in ash, soot. These were her ancestors. Her people.
It faded quickly as the goddess spoke. "You can’t undo the past.”
Ying said nothing, resigned to silent remorse. The fire faded and the exit opened before her. She took it, vowing to never return to such a horrible place every again.
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 5:26 pm
All Gwyn could see was garbage. It was stacked as tall as a wall and was formed into pathways that seemed to resemble a maze. It was questionable why this was, but she entered the strange labyrinth anyways, curiosity leading her on. The path grew darker as she continued on the route she had chosen and the walls of trash only grew higher and higher, until all light was finally blocked out.
Over time, she began to panic. She reached inside the wall, hoping to pull something useful out. She reached and she clawed at the wall, struggling to pull out whatever it was she had found, as it turned out, it was a knife.
Pulling it out of the wall, she attempted to dig her way through the wall using the knife. The wall barely gave, and she was forced to travel deeper into the dark labyrinth. Deeper and deeper she went until she could swear she saw a light at the end. She ran towards it and came out in a quiet little living room.
It was truly a nice place, if something odd to find in a garbage labyrinth. It was a comforting and homely place, someplace that seemed to entice her to sit and wait for something or someone. So she waited.
And waited.
She was alone and, though the room gave her a small sense of comfort, it slowly became nothing more than a place for her to wait. She could feel herself becoming more and more irritated at the situation as she felt hopeless and lost. She knew that she couldn’t go back the way she had come and the room did not have a door showing her the way out. Planting herself on the couch, she thought of nothing. Doing nothing aside from staring at the darkness she was once in, she waited in the tiny little room.
Something told her that this was wrong. She wasn’t supposed to be here, someone was supposed to come and get her. They had promised they would come to get her. They were someone close to her, dear to her. That someone was her mother, she had promised to return for her once she had found Gwyn's father, but she had never returned. She had never even sent a message to Gwyn. Because of her, Gwyn had been alone for a very long time.
A voice suddenly snapped her out of the memory, “Live with it.”
The goddess of Anguish didn’t even look at her before pointing towards where she had first come in. Following her direction, Gwyn walked through the maze once more and exited the maze from where she had started.
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 5:41 pm
Garbage.
This place was horrendously dirty. There was garbage as far as her eyes could see, wound up in various paths that seemed impossible to navigate. Typically, such collection spoke of laziness, or perhaps something deeper. Was something wrong? Why would someone gather so much trash in their daily lives except to bury what was truly a problem, or perhaps they had stopped caring about the surroundings they had kept.
Either way, it pressed a sadness into Nkosazana's heart to see the arrangement of the room, no matter what the reason may have been. It spoke of someone who was troubled, and it troubled her deeply, especially as she attempted to advance into the odd labyrinth of junk and garbage and things that did not even matter, things cast aside and destroyed and what needed to be destroyed to make room for new things.
The path got darker, but Nkosazana attempted to keep up her resolve, not letting the nervousness she already felt take her over. At least, that was what she tried to do. She couldn't help the way her heart sped up, especially as the walls continued to climb up
And up
And up
Until they had become impassable entirely, leaving Nkosazana wide-eyed and nervous. She needed to leave this trash heap, before she became trapped in it. There was so much around her, though. As her heart hammered, she buried her hand into the wall, attempting to pull out something that may have been of use to her in her mission to escape the labyrinth.
A knife.
Knowing immediately the use of a knife, in her panic, she began to cut through the wall, attempting to dig her way out of the wall of garbage to a place where she could be safe and away from the dark, daunting location. It was fortunate such a place did exist at the end of the tunnel, and Nkosazana flocked to it, pleased with what looked to be the comforts of the modern living that was associated with being safe. Immediately, she sat herself on the couch, deciding to rest for a moment.
The longer she was there, the more the feeling began to pound against her that this was not where she belonged. She did not belong here. She shouldn't be here. This was not her place. She looked around, a panic beginning to set in her again with the feeling, but she could find no exit. She couldn't go back, trapped in a room with no one to find her or help her out, sealed in by a seemingly endless labyrinth of garbage that had reached up to a darkening and dead sky.
A low whine escaped her lips.
No one would get her. They had never come for her. Even though they had promised her that they would go visit one of the other clans together. It was sheer adolescent curiosity, really. Both of them wanted to know how the other clans lived; most of their lives, all they had ever seen was Death, all they had ever heard was Death, all they really knew was the Clan of Death. There were three other mighty clans, though, and while they were not the same, Nkosazana had wanted to see them for herself.
She was afraid to go alone, though, so she had asked them to come with her. They were one of her peers, another, young burgeoning magical mind like her own. It was good to be worldly as a priestess, right? It was not hard to convince Embla, and she swore she would come get her so they could go together.
The day came, and Nkosazana waited patiently for her to ever appear at her door, eager to go to the other clans.
Hours and hours went by, and eagerness died.
Nkosazana was betrayed.
They had gone on their own.
Live with it.
Shocked out of her memory, Nkosazana looked over to the goddess. They did not look back at her, pointing her out a door she did not even know was there. Had it been there before? Unwilling to stay any longer, Nkosazana bowed her head to the goddess, getting up and making her way out of the door...
All you could saw were garbage. Stacked tall as a wall, and formed into pathways that seem to resemble that of a maze. It’s questionable why this was, but you enter the strange labyrinth with curiosity in mind. The path grows darker as you continued on the route you have chosen, and the walls of trash only grows higher and higher until all light has been blocked off.
Over time, you begin to panic. You reached inside the wall, hoping to pull something useful out. You reach and you claw, struggling to pull out whatever it was in your hand.
A knife.
She drew the knife out of the wall, fingers curving around its handle as she felt the weight of it before gripping it tightly. It felt right in her hand; fit perfectly, and was sturdy enough to be useful in digging through the wall.
It was sturdy, offering little resistance as she tried to chip away at it. A frustrated huff parted her lips and she turned, heading deeper into the dark labyrinth. Her eyes had adjusted well enough to the dark by the time a flash of light caught her eye. She scowled, bringing her hand up to shield her eyes as she continued forward… When they adjusted well enough to the oncoming light she dashed towards it, stumbling into…
A living room? Not like what she was used to. This was like something out of a human film; a calm, peaceful human film. It looked comfortable enough, though, so she took a seat on the sofa and waited, and waited… And waited. Her patience was wearing thin, comfortable couch or not. Why would they do this? Why would they just leave her waiting for what seemed like an eternity. Why?
”What do you mean he isn’t coming?” Her brow furrowed as she glanced up from the sketch that she had been working on. She had something important to show her father and she had been waiting for the better part of the day now for him to show up. Her mother reiterated simply that he would not be coming today, nor would he be coming again.
“No! I don’t believe you. I…” She swept the things off of her desk; sketchbook, pencils and vials of ink scattering across the floor along with more than a dozen beads and tiny pebbles that she had gathered and neatly organized. She shrieked, throwing a right and proper tantrum that ended with her falling breathless to the floor, chest rattling in tearless sobs. “He’ll be back for me… He’ll…”
Her mother just stood there and watched, wordless and unwavering.
“Live with it.”
The voice snapped her out of the memory, drawing her back to the present and the path that had opened once more ahead. She made her way out slowly, glancing back only once at the false safety that she had been offered, taking the feeling and the memories along with her.
Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 6:49 pm
There was nothing but garbage as far as the eye could see. There were spots though, that seemed a little worn down, as if someone walked by enough to create a small path through the chaos. Amrita wasn't sure was possessed her to walk into the labyrinth of garbage, but there she was, going through until the light faded and she had to grope blindly in the darkness. At some point, she wasn't sure when, but her hand rested on the wall of garbage and felt something sharp, like a knife. She pulled it free, and as she did she felt...something.
She was comfortable, for now, and waiting for someone. Time ticked by, and the comfort turned into loneliness, and eventually into anxiety. were they not coming? Did they forget? They said they were coming, and yet...where were they? The feeling didn't fade, and instead brought forward a memory from a previous life lived, an intense one that shook her to her core.
Someone was supposed to save her. He promised he would save her. She saw him almost every day now, waiting with baited breath for him to snap and change, to make good on the promise he had sealed with a stolen kiss. The thought both thrilled and terrified her, and there were times when she wasn't sure if she wanted the Shadowlord to save her; after all, she had a lot to lose, and if he did, it would all be gone.
Live with it, a voice commanded. She snapped out of her reverie and turned, noting that she was getting pointed out of the labyrinth. Well...she supposed she had no choice. She left the garbage maze, holding herself tightly.
Garbage was everywhere. Efflo waded through it, searching for something. But the longer he searched, the more lost he got, lost in the maze of junk. Starting to feel claustrophobic, and panicked, he tore desperately at the walls, in hopes of finding something that might help him escape.
But as quickly as he’d reached in, he was pulling his hand back out, recoiling in pain. Something had burned him, and as he watched, the flames licked out of the space he’d created, and began to spread. Panicked ever more now, he bolted from the fire. As he ran, he could hear a faint voice, someone crying. It was a child, and they called for their mother, over and over. Efflo looked around him but he could see no one, and he couldn’t find the source of the voice. Each growing plea twisted in his heart like a knife, the words it spoke, and the feelings it was feeling not different than ones he had felt before.
In fact, he’d felt them for most of his life. A memory played over his mind as the smoke curled around him, choking him. It’s a snippet of his life, and it’s uneventful but despite that, he could feel the despair growing in his bones, and he gave anguished cry at having to relive it all over again.
The moors were misty, and quiet, and devoid of any life but him. He’d lost track of time, of places, and of anyone and all that he had known. He could only remember once having had them, having had love and affection and tenderness. But now he was alone, so alone, and he had been for so many years that even the violence of someone striking him would be a welcome reprieve. But it was hopeless, and no one would ever come. He was foolish to think of hope and instead he wallowed in despair.
A voice suddenly jolted him from his misery, “You can’t undo the past.”
The Goddess of Anguish glared at the fire but he didn’t seem bothered by it. Frightened, Efflo hid himself behind the Goddess’ wings, watching as everything burned away.
