The last thing I remembered was those ominous clouds churning above me. Now, all I saw was a blinding light—tinted purple. Oh, how I loved purple in all its many shades. So bright, so dark—all at the same time.
"FfffuUUCCCKKKKKK…."
The word—long and drawn—grew in volume as I entered a foreign atmosphere. A pressure hammered my body, contorting in ways I didn’t yet know—and would never remember if I knew anything other. Memories erased as my body filled with charged energy. Fuck, I probably looked like a comet—streaking through the night sky.
Crash.
That was my ending. Or beginning, really, depending on how you looked at it. Born anew, in a way even more violent than my original creation. But alas—that was the past I would awaken to knowledge of.
Within a crater of dust and debris, there was a slight movement. Static charges—residual energy—zapped haphazardly, creating small flashes within the plume of soot rising from the collision. It would’ve been an otherworldly sight, if someone had stumbled upon it.
A groan, then a voice, choked by the same dust, rose. “Ughhh… What the fucking shit?” Another groan. Rolling over in pain, the earth shifted—stones moving. A breeze, chill and wet, began to sweep away the dirty air.
My eyes opened, a slight sting causing them to squint. It was dark, eerily so, as I tried to sit upright, my hands shakily pushing away from the crumbled earth below me. I could feel cloth and armor hindering my movement. Something else pressed against my back, as if to keep me weighted down—but I fought to stand. Momma didn’t raise no quitter! Hmmm, whose momma though?
With the thought mulling over in my mind, I willed my arm to rise and my hand to grip my head in agony. “My fuckin’ head!” I gritted my teeth, seething through them. Beginning to open my eyes more, their vision slightly blurred as they adjusted through pain and darkness, I started to take in my surroundings.
Confusion began to settle in—unsure of everything. Where was I? What happened? Why couldn’t I remember anything?
Swoosh. Swoosh. Sshhhfff.
What the fuck was that?! I spun on my heels—arms flailing, fists swinging. The opponent was smart, staying square behind me. “Motherfucker, fight me!” I yelled, still spinning and swinging. That was until my brain began to process the fact that the attacker was simply a feathered set of wings, securely attached to my body.
Out of breath—and at my wits' end, in all honesty—I stopped. Laying my balled-up fists on my legs, I stretched them flat as I leaned forward. My face turned to see the stretch of purple to my left. Through huffs of air, I chuckled to myself—at myself. “Phewww…” I exhaled with exhausted humility. “Done forgot I had wings, I guess.”
When I caught my breath and calmed my nerves, I straightened my posture. I took a moment to examine myself for any other surprises. Patting my armor, leather straps, inlaid gems, cool blade of metal… Blade of metal?! With excitement, I fidgeted at the belt securing it to me, unsnapping the holster and gripping the hilt. I slid it out with practiced ease—as though it were simply an extension of myself. Its weight felt good in my hands as I turned it in inspection before giving it a fluid swing.
A dance of sorts, blade and body, moving as one. My footwork was placed to perfection, the sword balancing me in precise movements. Though my mind remembered little, my body seemed to remember everything…
—
Satisfied with my performance, a grin crept across my face. I resheathed my weapon and turned my attention to the larger matter at hand—where to go from here?
"Hmmm," I pondered, gently stroking my chin. I turned left, then right, and then left again. A sliver of light flashed along my chest, distracting me once more. "Well, that's… strange." I watched it bounce up my arm as I released my hand from my face. The bolt fizzled out when it reached the tips of my fingers. I folded each finger separately until they made a fist once more.
Shaking off the experience, I turned right. There was a faint halo of light in the distance. My gut—all I really had to go on—told me something might be causing it. So I set off, my boots pressing into the sand below.
The land I was thrust into was lifeless and barren. The night chill hung heavy, chasing the creatures into their burrows. There were no trails—no telltale signs of other life forms. Not yet.
As I traveled into the early morning hours, the scenery began to change. Emerald grasses and tropical vegetation stretched toward the rocky horizon. Its sight stirred something deep within the very essence of my being. A familiarity I could not place—was this home?
I could make out a path cut through the underbrush ahead, winding through evergreen forests that reminded me of a tropical paradise. My purple eyes widened, ever vigilant as I walked—untrusting and unsure. A feeling crept up within me that something might be lingering here, stalking me in the dark.
My pace quickened, and soon I broke free from the confines of the forest. Various formations lay scattered about, lights flickering in a guiding way. I followed, like a moth to a flame—blinded by curiosity. I wondered what I would find, what answers might await.
—
I reached the first structure, my heels clipping on hard stone just as the sun began to peak over the horizon. Others were just awakening, shuffling things outside their homes before flashing me a glance. "Morning," one said softly. I nodded in response while continuing my stride down the street, keeping my wings tight against my back.
Rounding a corner, I found various canvases hung from wooden posts. Tables of goods were being set out—baskets, clothes, and trinkets alike. People rushed about as the morning drew on, unaware of my presence here. Then a flash of metal caught my eye, causing my wings to spread in excitement and knocking a stand clean over.
"Hey!" a voice shouted before I realized what I had done. The stranger's face was contorted in a scowl, their gaze narrowing on me.
"Oh, ugh, sorry about that," I mumbled as they began to gather the produce that had escaped from the basket.
"Excuse me," a gruff voice came from behind me, causing me to turn in alarm. Dressed in shining armor, the man's face was as cold as a winter's day. "Is there a problem here?" he inquired with a snarl. Though we were the same height, I felt the weight of his gaze bearing down on me.
"Ah, no. No problem at all. You just distracted me and, well… I lost control." I wanted to facepalm myself at that moment, realizing how awkward my words sounded.
"I wasn't asking you…" he snarled again.
A nervous laugh escaped my lips, his eyes flashing with unamusement. I swallowed hard before bending down to collect some fallen goods. Securing them in the basket that had toppled over, I handed them to the market keeper. "So sorry again," I said with an uncertain smile to the stranger and a quick glance at the armored man still standing watch.
Straightening my posture, trying to regain some dignity, I looked to the man with curiosity. "A… are you part of the King's Guard? I used to be a part of the Royal Guard, uh, at least I think… hmm. Oh well, that's not important." The man turned with indifference and began to walk away, but I followed. My lavender hair bounced in a wave atop my head as I eagerly sought answers. "I'm pretty good with a sword… Really good, if I do say so myself," a slight grin of arrogance spread across my face as I shuffled after him.
He finally stopped at the very spot where I had seen the sheen of his metal, settling back into his guard duties without a single word.
"Ah, I see. The strong, silent type… Fine, keep your secrets," I said with a smirk before turning to continue down the street. Perhaps I'd run into someone else who could help me.
"FfffuUUCCCKKKKKK…."
The word—long and drawn—grew in volume as I entered a foreign atmosphere. A pressure hammered my body, contorting in ways I didn’t yet know—and would never remember if I knew anything other. Memories erased as my body filled with charged energy. Fuck, I probably looked like a comet—streaking through the night sky.
Crash.
That was my ending. Or beginning, really, depending on how you looked at it. Born anew, in a way even more violent than my original creation. But alas—that was the past I would awaken to knowledge of.
Within a crater of dust and debris, there was a slight movement. Static charges—residual energy—zapped haphazardly, creating small flashes within the plume of soot rising from the collision. It would’ve been an otherworldly sight, if someone had stumbled upon it.
A groan, then a voice, choked by the same dust, rose. “Ughhh… What the fucking shit?” Another groan. Rolling over in pain, the earth shifted—stones moving. A breeze, chill and wet, began to sweep away the dirty air.
My eyes opened, a slight sting causing them to squint. It was dark, eerily so, as I tried to sit upright, my hands shakily pushing away from the crumbled earth below me. I could feel cloth and armor hindering my movement. Something else pressed against my back, as if to keep me weighted down—but I fought to stand. Momma didn’t raise no quitter! Hmmm, whose momma though?
With the thought mulling over in my mind, I willed my arm to rise and my hand to grip my head in agony. “My fuckin’ head!” I gritted my teeth, seething through them. Beginning to open my eyes more, their vision slightly blurred as they adjusted through pain and darkness, I started to take in my surroundings.
Confusion began to settle in—unsure of everything. Where was I? What happened? Why couldn’t I remember anything?
Swoosh. Swoosh. Sshhhfff.
What the fuck was that?! I spun on my heels—arms flailing, fists swinging. The opponent was smart, staying square behind me. “Motherfucker, fight me!” I yelled, still spinning and swinging. That was until my brain began to process the fact that the attacker was simply a feathered set of wings, securely attached to my body.
Out of breath—and at my wits' end, in all honesty—I stopped. Laying my balled-up fists on my legs, I stretched them flat as I leaned forward. My face turned to see the stretch of purple to my left. Through huffs of air, I chuckled to myself—at myself. “Phewww…” I exhaled with exhausted humility. “Done forgot I had wings, I guess.”
When I caught my breath and calmed my nerves, I straightened my posture. I took a moment to examine myself for any other surprises. Patting my armor, leather straps, inlaid gems, cool blade of metal… Blade of metal?! With excitement, I fidgeted at the belt securing it to me, unsnapping the holster and gripping the hilt. I slid it out with practiced ease—as though it were simply an extension of myself. Its weight felt good in my hands as I turned it in inspection before giving it a fluid swing.
A dance of sorts, blade and body, moving as one. My footwork was placed to perfection, the sword balancing me in precise movements. Though my mind remembered little, my body seemed to remember everything…
—
Satisfied with my performance, a grin crept across my face. I resheathed my weapon and turned my attention to the larger matter at hand—where to go from here?
"Hmmm," I pondered, gently stroking my chin. I turned left, then right, and then left again. A sliver of light flashed along my chest, distracting me once more. "Well, that's… strange." I watched it bounce up my arm as I released my hand from my face. The bolt fizzled out when it reached the tips of my fingers. I folded each finger separately until they made a fist once more.
Shaking off the experience, I turned right. There was a faint halo of light in the distance. My gut—all I really had to go on—told me something might be causing it. So I set off, my boots pressing into the sand below.
The land I was thrust into was lifeless and barren. The night chill hung heavy, chasing the creatures into their burrows. There were no trails—no telltale signs of other life forms. Not yet.
As I traveled into the early morning hours, the scenery began to change. Emerald grasses and tropical vegetation stretched toward the rocky horizon. Its sight stirred something deep within the very essence of my being. A familiarity I could not place—was this home?
I could make out a path cut through the underbrush ahead, winding through evergreen forests that reminded me of a tropical paradise. My purple eyes widened, ever vigilant as I walked—untrusting and unsure. A feeling crept up within me that something might be lingering here, stalking me in the dark.
My pace quickened, and soon I broke free from the confines of the forest. Various formations lay scattered about, lights flickering in a guiding way. I followed, like a moth to a flame—blinded by curiosity. I wondered what I would find, what answers might await.
—
I reached the first structure, my heels clipping on hard stone just as the sun began to peak over the horizon. Others were just awakening, shuffling things outside their homes before flashing me a glance. "Morning," one said softly. I nodded in response while continuing my stride down the street, keeping my wings tight against my back.
Rounding a corner, I found various canvases hung from wooden posts. Tables of goods were being set out—baskets, clothes, and trinkets alike. People rushed about as the morning drew on, unaware of my presence here. Then a flash of metal caught my eye, causing my wings to spread in excitement and knocking a stand clean over.
"Hey!" a voice shouted before I realized what I had done. The stranger's face was contorted in a scowl, their gaze narrowing on me.
"Oh, ugh, sorry about that," I mumbled as they began to gather the produce that had escaped from the basket.
"Excuse me," a gruff voice came from behind me, causing me to turn in alarm. Dressed in shining armor, the man's face was as cold as a winter's day. "Is there a problem here?" he inquired with a snarl. Though we were the same height, I felt the weight of his gaze bearing down on me.
"Ah, no. No problem at all. You just distracted me and, well… I lost control." I wanted to facepalm myself at that moment, realizing how awkward my words sounded.
"I wasn't asking you…" he snarled again.
A nervous laugh escaped my lips, his eyes flashing with unamusement. I swallowed hard before bending down to collect some fallen goods. Securing them in the basket that had toppled over, I handed them to the market keeper. "So sorry again," I said with an uncertain smile to the stranger and a quick glance at the armored man still standing watch.
Straightening my posture, trying to regain some dignity, I looked to the man with curiosity. "A… are you part of the King's Guard? I used to be a part of the Royal Guard, uh, at least I think… hmm. Oh well, that's not important." The man turned with indifference and began to walk away, but I followed. My lavender hair bounced in a wave atop my head as I eagerly sought answers. "I'm pretty good with a sword… Really good, if I do say so myself," a slight grin of arrogance spread across my face as I shuffled after him.
He finally stopped at the very spot where I had seen the sheen of his metal, settling back into his guard duties without a single word.
"Ah, I see. The strong, silent type… Fine, keep your secrets," I said with a smirk before turning to continue down the street. Perhaps I'd run into someone else who could help me.
Krea
12-04-2024, 09:20 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-21-2024, 10:38 AM by Neo.)
