His eyes darted back and forth, the eerie hold of night took over the woods. Pitch black was all that could be seen since the fog had set earlier the day before. The ground beneath his feet collapsed before he could find stable land to safely rest his weak body. Grabbing at the walls of the hole he continued to fall rapidly, what was with this? All this bad luck had engulphed him lately. It was as if he was a walking disaster waiting to happen. There! In the distance he could see a vine, coiled into the earth. His fingers dug into the soil as he tried to reach for it. So close yet so far. The loss of hope tore into him like a dagger breaking the skin. Determined, he tried again, stretching his arm out as far as he could possibly stretch. Yes! He had hold of it. He wasn't going to die this easily that was for sure.
The takeover of this new determination sunk deep within his flowing veins, a fire burst into his eyes as he began the climb the vine slowly. The strength which had developed out of nowhere, all of this cut into him, blade of vengeance. Reaching the edge of the massive chasm he pulled himself out. Falling on his stomach he rested momentarily before standing again. Dusting himself off he started to walk again, careful where his feet fell.
His eyes squinted slightly as he began to survey the land and where he was to go from here. Such desolant land was dangerous the type of thing, he and Azrael were doing. This whole ordeal was rather pointless when he thought about it. The point of this whole ''game'' of Azrael's was not to die while trying to reach the other side of the forest. Why he listened to his friend he'd never understand. Sighing he began to walk the unstable earth once more. The atmosphere was dreadfully stale, leaving Effran taking deeper breaths than he had been just moments before, without noticing the change he continued to press forward.
His stride quickened as he saw a shadowed figure in the distance, what seemed to be a child from what he saw. His pace hastened as he began to near the figure in the distance. Finally comming within the small creature he rested, trying to introduce himself he looked up to see a disorianted young girl, her face filled with horror. Pale and white she opened her mouth wide and the echo of her screach rang through the air. Flinching, Effran covered his ears and closed his eyes waiting for the girl to quiet again. But as the sound faded away, he opened his eyes, only to see the small frail figure of the girl had faded away just like her scream had.
He knew that face, how long had it been since he had seen her, years..no it was longer than a decade, a century or two was more along the lines of the girl's memory in his mind. Yet there was no name he could place to her face. Standing up straight, he glanced around. Thinking to himself, trying to find where it was that he had ran to. Sighing he continued to walk, thinking constantly of where he had met that girl. A clearing made it's self noticed as he continued his walking. But something was weird ..had he been here before? All of these events struck him as dejavu, he had seen all of this before, and the ground, the ground was lush with green grass, the soil was moist, but that he had just walked on was dry and cracked. Had he walked into a dream and left behind the living reality of his exsistence?
Looking around with a dumbfound expression he saw the figure of the girl, but she was different now, older, more mature looking. Then it occured to him, just who she was and his heart broke in two. She grabbed his hand, a lovely smile played her lips as she dragged him into the middle of the clearing. Dancing happily around him, everything was so alive here, so cheerful, exuberant with color and sound. His emerald eyes became cold, lonely, and empty as he watched the young woman dance. Why..why why why why, why had she come back? Why were things happening like this? Why was he here? Why?! Suddenly his lungs filled with air, his broken heart on fire, clenching his fists, closing his eyes tightly he opened his mouth and the words he had never wanted to admit to himself came flooding out, like a fire that couldn't be contained.
Leira! You're dead!! Dead!
The face of the young woman contorted, despair shot through her essense and she shattered, like broken glass, along with the illusion he had veiwed.
The takeover of this new determination sunk deep within his flowing veins, a fire burst into his eyes as he began the climb the vine slowly. The strength which had developed out of nowhere, all of this cut into him, blade of vengeance. Reaching the edge of the massive chasm he pulled himself out. Falling on his stomach he rested momentarily before standing again. Dusting himself off he started to walk again, careful where his feet fell.
His eyes squinted slightly as he began to survey the land and where he was to go from here. Such desolant land was dangerous the type of thing, he and Azrael were doing. This whole ordeal was rather pointless when he thought about it. The point of this whole ''game'' of Azrael's was not to die while trying to reach the other side of the forest. Why he listened to his friend he'd never understand. Sighing he began to walk the unstable earth once more. The atmosphere was dreadfully stale, leaving Effran taking deeper breaths than he had been just moments before, without noticing the change he continued to press forward.
His stride quickened as he saw a shadowed figure in the distance, what seemed to be a child from what he saw. His pace hastened as he began to near the figure in the distance. Finally comming within the small creature he rested, trying to introduce himself he looked up to see a disorianted young girl, her face filled with horror. Pale and white she opened her mouth wide and the echo of her screach rang through the air. Flinching, Effran covered his ears and closed his eyes waiting for the girl to quiet again. But as the sound faded away, he opened his eyes, only to see the small frail figure of the girl had faded away just like her scream had.
He knew that face, how long had it been since he had seen her, years..no it was longer than a decade, a century or two was more along the lines of the girl's memory in his mind. Yet there was no name he could place to her face. Standing up straight, he glanced around. Thinking to himself, trying to find where it was that he had ran to. Sighing he continued to walk, thinking constantly of where he had met that girl. A clearing made it's self noticed as he continued his walking. But something was weird ..had he been here before? All of these events struck him as dejavu, he had seen all of this before, and the ground, the ground was lush with green grass, the soil was moist, but that he had just walked on was dry and cracked. Had he walked into a dream and left behind the living reality of his exsistence?
Looking around with a dumbfound expression he saw the figure of the girl, but she was different now, older, more mature looking. Then it occured to him, just who she was and his heart broke in two. She grabbed his hand, a lovely smile played her lips as she dragged him into the middle of the clearing. Dancing happily around him, everything was so alive here, so cheerful, exuberant with color and sound. His emerald eyes became cold, lonely, and empty as he watched the young woman dance. Why..why why why why, why had she come back? Why were things happening like this? Why was he here? Why?! Suddenly his lungs filled with air, his broken heart on fire, clenching his fists, closing his eyes tightly he opened his mouth and the words he had never wanted to admit to himself came flooding out, like a fire that couldn't be contained.
Leira! You're dead!! Dead!
The face of the young woman contorted, despair shot through her essense and she shattered, like broken glass, along with the illusion he had veiwed.
