Post by Cloud on Jul 17, 2004 4:21:09 GMT -5
Images. They flutter through your mind in an instance. Images that span generations. You see the rise and falls of worlds long before your time. You see life and happiness, but the images quickly become enshrouded by scenes of grief and death. Then, the conquering of planets. No, not the conquering, the destruction of them.
Warrior. A warrior comes into view, his energy explodes with rage unlike any you've ever experienced before. He attacks an enemy just out of your view with tremendous power. Bursts of ki are unleashed relentlessly against
the unseen foe. One by one they crash into an unseen forcefield, and fizzle out into nothingness.
Woman. A beautiful, exotic looking woman runs toward the battlefield. She screams out towards the warrior. "Kaalyn! Kaalyn!" At first, her pleas cannot break the mental shield of the warrior, but as soon as she comes into view, his visage softens. "Flee this place, Valen! Flee this place!" he shouts at her.
Laughter. The wicked laughter rings throughout your mind and the warrior clutches at his temples. A shout of pain escapes his lungs as he battles the intruder in his mind. Then it stops. As abruptly as the pain began, it
ceases and turns into utter calm. He strides over to the woman and engulfs her in a comforting embrace. But the mannerisms of his movements decieve the
look in his eyes. The look of overwhelming fear. His eyes dart in all directions as if looking for an escape, but finding none. Suddenly, he pushes her to arms length and catches her face in his hand. Slowly, he begins to unwillingly crush the life out of his love. He can plainly see the look of fear in her eyes, yet he can do nothing to stop himself. The front of her skull can no longer take the pressure, it shatters underneath the weight of his iron grip.
The look. He'll never forget the look in her eyes as he took her life. Never. Now he lays in a dark room. The wicked laughter resonates off the walls in this dark chamber. His thoughts, his secrets, his body, it is all under the control
of that... monster. He is only a shell, a weapon to complete the desires of that dark monster.
Footsteps. He comes. The footsteps enter the room. The monster comes once again. He looks to the monster, and see's the vision he's hated for the past several centuries of life. The silver haired man, slimly built. He looks young, young for all of the centuries he has lived through. He grins that wicked grin, and speaks the words the warrior hates, the words that have ruled his life for so long now.
"Come my weapon, there is another universe to kill."
The images leave your mind.
Warrior. A warrior comes into view, his energy explodes with rage unlike any you've ever experienced before. He attacks an enemy just out of your view with tremendous power. Bursts of ki are unleashed relentlessly against
the unseen foe. One by one they crash into an unseen forcefield, and fizzle out into nothingness.
Woman. A beautiful, exotic looking woman runs toward the battlefield. She screams out towards the warrior. "Kaalyn! Kaalyn!" At first, her pleas cannot break the mental shield of the warrior, but as soon as she comes into view, his visage softens. "Flee this place, Valen! Flee this place!" he shouts at her.
Laughter. The wicked laughter rings throughout your mind and the warrior clutches at his temples. A shout of pain escapes his lungs as he battles the intruder in his mind. Then it stops. As abruptly as the pain began, it
ceases and turns into utter calm. He strides over to the woman and engulfs her in a comforting embrace. But the mannerisms of his movements decieve the
look in his eyes. The look of overwhelming fear. His eyes dart in all directions as if looking for an escape, but finding none. Suddenly, he pushes her to arms length and catches her face in his hand. Slowly, he begins to unwillingly crush the life out of his love. He can plainly see the look of fear in her eyes, yet he can do nothing to stop himself. The front of her skull can no longer take the pressure, it shatters underneath the weight of his iron grip.
The look. He'll never forget the look in her eyes as he took her life. Never. Now he lays in a dark room. The wicked laughter resonates off the walls in this dark chamber. His thoughts, his secrets, his body, it is all under the control
of that... monster. He is only a shell, a weapon to complete the desires of that dark monster.
Footsteps. He comes. The footsteps enter the room. The monster comes once again. He looks to the monster, and see's the vision he's hated for the past several centuries of life. The silver haired man, slimly built. He looks young, young for all of the centuries he has lived through. He grins that wicked grin, and speaks the words the warrior hates, the words that have ruled his life for so long now.
"Come my weapon, there is another universe to kill."
The images leave your mind.