Nebula Gravis
04-20-2012, 01:11 AM
... No screams were heard ...
- Reynard - The Torn Gap, Ancient Undran Court. -
No sound could escape his throat, because there was no air. He could not see, for there was no light. He could not feel, because there was nothing. A void. Emptiness. A vast body of opposite matter that repelled everything, yet gave off nothing.
He floated in the void for what felt like days... weeks... An eternity stretched out before him and time lost its meaning. He just "was".
Slowly though, even that began to fade. His own mind challenged the idea of his own existence, for, with nothing to compare its reality to, it slowly began to collapse upon itself. A wise man once said "cogito ergo sum", "I think, therefore I am", but what is the meaning of existence without a physical realm in which to explore it?
It didn't matter any more. Reynard was, for lack of a better word, dead.
He gave up his life in that void, and the demon that was the Undran Prince began to feed on his life force. A ritual, it is said, must be undergone to free Prince fear and his servant. That ritual involves the sacrifice of an innocent soul, as the shard had showed Reynard when he had taken it from its hiding place. The ritual is not to be done by he who wants to awaken the Undran, but is just a result of the elements being present to make it possible. The shard had become one with Reynard, marking him as the sacrifice and in turn, saturating him with an ancient power. Now that power was fused with his life energy and was feeding Prince fear... But his servant could feel it too.
Light broke into Itzal's tomb. He opened his eyes, and saw... light. Itzal had awoken.
- Reynard - The Torn Gap, Ancient Undran Court. -
No sound could escape his throat, because there was no air. He could not see, for there was no light. He could not feel, because there was nothing. A void. Emptiness. A vast body of opposite matter that repelled everything, yet gave off nothing.
He floated in the void for what felt like days... weeks... An eternity stretched out before him and time lost its meaning. He just "was".
Slowly though, even that began to fade. His own mind challenged the idea of his own existence, for, with nothing to compare its reality to, it slowly began to collapse upon itself. A wise man once said "cogito ergo sum", "I think, therefore I am", but what is the meaning of existence without a physical realm in which to explore it?
It didn't matter any more. Reynard was, for lack of a better word, dead.
He gave up his life in that void, and the demon that was the Undran Prince began to feed on his life force. A ritual, it is said, must be undergone to free Prince fear and his servant. That ritual involves the sacrifice of an innocent soul, as the shard had showed Reynard when he had taken it from its hiding place. The ritual is not to be done by he who wants to awaken the Undran, but is just a result of the elements being present to make it possible. The shard had become one with Reynard, marking him as the sacrifice and in turn, saturating him with an ancient power. Now that power was fused with his life energy and was feeding Prince fear... But his servant could feel it too.
Light broke into Itzal's tomb. He opened his eyes, and saw... light. Itzal had awoken.
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