08-07-2018, 09:32 AM
He was confused as to why he was in this place, why he was going through his own memories and trying to get to the end of them, the present day. Maybe if he kept going he would see what happened, or at the very least remember what happened, escaping can be saved for another time.
Walking along he would walk to his third memory, this time the images were doing odd gestures and motions. It made him wonder what was going on till he got close and sat down, watching to see what was happening now. The images started to clear up quicker now, getting into the rhythm that was set and soon he would see the same girl from before.
This time however she was in more stylized robes, made to fit her frame and body a lot better, she held a staff and seemed to be in some kind of swampy location. Looking down he could see the weasel from before next to her, the larger variant, the woman looked to be around her early twenties.
She seemed to be in some kind of heated battle right now, flinging magical bolts of energy towards a direction while talking to the ferret next to her that looked back up at her. Noticing the wound on her leg the ferret would begin licking it, oddly enough causing it to heal itself as she smiled and patted his head for a moment.
Being ducked behind some rocky cover she would point and then after a bit more talking the two jumped out, one would go in one direction and the other the opposite. The image that they were fighting finally came into view, a large green woman with ragged hair was standing there, throwing swarms of pestilence and disguising muck their way.
It was a swamp hag, something he had grown very fond of, but not in a ‘happy to see you’ kind of way. More so in how to get rid of them. As the two began to close in the girl would block the spells flung her way as the ferret would jump and lash out at the hag, swiping with deep lacerating claws.
The woman would scream, or at least seemingly do so before using her own cane and swatting away the larger than normal ferret, knocking them into the water as vines would try to wrap around them and pull them deep within.
While she was distracted though the young adult mage would have channeled a spell in this time, shooting what seemed like a large fire blast her way and exploding with tremendous force. Enough to shake the tree’s and swamp water around them.
Once the dust cleared the charred body of the swamp hag was left there but the girl was seemingly pulling the ferret out of the water. Trying to push on their stomach's to get the water from their lungs as worry began to spread over her face, quickly she tried everything to ensure that he would be okay.
Even going so far as to try mouth to mouth, eventually working as the ferret woke up, choking but would smile and try their best to give a thumbs up, even if they had no thumbs. Hitting him playfully she would pick them up and hug them to her chest, gaining a hug back as they now looked at the dead hag and then towards her shack.
With out a word the duo made their way towards the shack, smiling though the woman had a determined gaze in her eyes. “Lets see what spells she was hiding...” The replacement of words were now normal for him, recalling each word but only murmuring the important ones as the image began to fade away once they started to make their way towards the little shack.
Eventually leaving him sitting there as he watched them go away once more, he didn’t know what to do right now. The memories were making him feel any number of emotions, from sadness to joy and sorrow in some cases. Sighing, he knew he needed to keep going, but he felt like he would hit the bad parts of his memories, the ones he truly repressed.
Standing once more he noticed there wasn’t many shadows this time, most would swirl around in one to two locations while others stayed hanging in the air, out of reach. Seems he was nearly done, and with two locations to go to he would simply walk towards the left most one and see what was next that he had to go through.
This time though he began to be pulled into it, his mind becoming foggy before blinking a few times, realizing that he was now with in his own memory. Instead of being the observer from the outside looking in, he was now apart of it. Or at least from what he could see, looking to the left and then the right he was in a simple room. Laying in a small pets bed as he got up, stretching and yawning.
He was in his smaller feral form, the one he was more or less born into, just altered slightly. The room he was in was a bed room with multiple plushies and toys on the bed. On the walls he would see pictures and portraits of himself and a woman with black hair, looking a tad older but only around her mid twenties.
She looked happy, and even more so he could see the portraits were in motion, magically acting like a video recording but in picture format. Sniffing the air it smelt like vanilla, remembering that he enjoyed the scent a lot he smiled to this and sighed as they got up from the little bed and began walking around, exploring.
The dressers were a nice smoothed out oak, being just as nice as the bed and door construction as it was made from the same material. Standing up on his hind legs he would pull out one of them and look inside, closing it right after as all he saw were ladies undergarments and things of that nature. Making him fluster in embarrassment.
This didn’t feel real but also didn’t feel like he was in some kind of dream state, which made him wonder what was going on as he tried thinking but his mind just blocked any logical thought processes. Making him experience everything with out critical thought, the way most dreams honestly worked, that way you didn’t wake up when you wanted half the time or dream about what you wanted.
Looking over to the door he would walk along and open it, he knew it would lead to the rest of the house but as he opened the door he was greeted by smoke and a warm breath of hot air hitting his body. The place seemed to be on fire, pillars from the roof began to fall as well as everything just started to burn away.
This alone caused him to cover his mouth, expecting to suffocate but he could breath, making him wonder what was going on. Any of the heat and fire seemed to just swirl and destroy everything, but not this room, not this door, it wouldn’t even try to touch it at all.
Slamming the door shut he backed away, wondering why the house was on fire as he looked out towards the window, outside he could see something happening. A group of people with torches and all manner of bladed weapons but dressed in more civilian garb were waiting, however chanting in a low tone.
It was them! They for sure caused this, yet as he tried to open the window to confront them he was stopped by an invisible force, he couldn’t leave the room nor escape it with out bodily harm. Frowning he would do the one thing he knew that would produce results.
“Abigail!”
He screamed, calling out to the woman he had spent most of his life with, waiting for her return but no answer. In fact it would be well around two minutes before something would happen. Being forced to watch as people began to throw torches on their house, trying to kill them in the flames, only making him more eager to kill them.
From the closet the door would swing open and he would notice average height woman, she was pale yet had green eyes and long black hair. She wore the traditional hat of a wizard or witch and robes that were open. Only showing off her womanly curves as her sports bra was showing, luckily she did wear a skirt of some kind to not be that revealing.
“Ricter! Your safe, thank the lords of nature.” She said, rushing in and picking him up, giving him a hug against her body which he accepted but he had so many questions that needed answers.
“I’m okay but people outside are trying to burn down the house! I couldn't leave the room either.”
On hearing this her eyes flared open as she walked over to the window and looked on in slight horror that they were burning down the house.
“Those monsters...” She paused before setting him down and weaving together magic in her hands, into a display that seemed like she was focusing lightly on something but not telling him. However she would explain a few things while trying to make her spell.
“I should have told you my room isn’t connected to this part of the house in the material plane, not only that the door to leave and enter my room just connects to nothing. I pulled this room away years ago, only leaving that door as a portal and the windows as just that, windows for viewing.”
Thinking on it Ricter understood immediately, nodding before looking around. “What should we do then? Your parents and brother are in deep trouble if they are burning the house down.”
“We go there and stop this! Ricter, take my hand now, were leaving immediately!” She held out her hand soon after, prompting him to touch it and soon they vanished in a flash of light. Sweeping colors and shapes began to make everything feel abstract and changing constantly, everything was now hard to see and really hard to identify too.
But eventually Ricter would see himself being pulled out of the dream, out of the memory as he was sent back to the void that was his own mind. Or was it hell? It was hard to say now that he was here and experiencing what ever he’s done in the past before ever stepping foot in the omniverse.
Walking along he would walk to his third memory, this time the images were doing odd gestures and motions. It made him wonder what was going on till he got close and sat down, watching to see what was happening now. The images started to clear up quicker now, getting into the rhythm that was set and soon he would see the same girl from before.
This time however she was in more stylized robes, made to fit her frame and body a lot better, she held a staff and seemed to be in some kind of swampy location. Looking down he could see the weasel from before next to her, the larger variant, the woman looked to be around her early twenties.
She seemed to be in some kind of heated battle right now, flinging magical bolts of energy towards a direction while talking to the ferret next to her that looked back up at her. Noticing the wound on her leg the ferret would begin licking it, oddly enough causing it to heal itself as she smiled and patted his head for a moment.
Being ducked behind some rocky cover she would point and then after a bit more talking the two jumped out, one would go in one direction and the other the opposite. The image that they were fighting finally came into view, a large green woman with ragged hair was standing there, throwing swarms of pestilence and disguising muck their way.
It was a swamp hag, something he had grown very fond of, but not in a ‘happy to see you’ kind of way. More so in how to get rid of them. As the two began to close in the girl would block the spells flung her way as the ferret would jump and lash out at the hag, swiping with deep lacerating claws.
The woman would scream, or at least seemingly do so before using her own cane and swatting away the larger than normal ferret, knocking them into the water as vines would try to wrap around them and pull them deep within.
While she was distracted though the young adult mage would have channeled a spell in this time, shooting what seemed like a large fire blast her way and exploding with tremendous force. Enough to shake the tree’s and swamp water around them.
Once the dust cleared the charred body of the swamp hag was left there but the girl was seemingly pulling the ferret out of the water. Trying to push on their stomach's to get the water from their lungs as worry began to spread over her face, quickly she tried everything to ensure that he would be okay.
Even going so far as to try mouth to mouth, eventually working as the ferret woke up, choking but would smile and try their best to give a thumbs up, even if they had no thumbs. Hitting him playfully she would pick them up and hug them to her chest, gaining a hug back as they now looked at the dead hag and then towards her shack.
With out a word the duo made their way towards the shack, smiling though the woman had a determined gaze in her eyes. “Lets see what spells she was hiding...” The replacement of words were now normal for him, recalling each word but only murmuring the important ones as the image began to fade away once they started to make their way towards the little shack.
Eventually leaving him sitting there as he watched them go away once more, he didn’t know what to do right now. The memories were making him feel any number of emotions, from sadness to joy and sorrow in some cases. Sighing, he knew he needed to keep going, but he felt like he would hit the bad parts of his memories, the ones he truly repressed.
Standing once more he noticed there wasn’t many shadows this time, most would swirl around in one to two locations while others stayed hanging in the air, out of reach. Seems he was nearly done, and with two locations to go to he would simply walk towards the left most one and see what was next that he had to go through.
This time though he began to be pulled into it, his mind becoming foggy before blinking a few times, realizing that he was now with in his own memory. Instead of being the observer from the outside looking in, he was now apart of it. Or at least from what he could see, looking to the left and then the right he was in a simple room. Laying in a small pets bed as he got up, stretching and yawning.
He was in his smaller feral form, the one he was more or less born into, just altered slightly. The room he was in was a bed room with multiple plushies and toys on the bed. On the walls he would see pictures and portraits of himself and a woman with black hair, looking a tad older but only around her mid twenties.
She looked happy, and even more so he could see the portraits were in motion, magically acting like a video recording but in picture format. Sniffing the air it smelt like vanilla, remembering that he enjoyed the scent a lot he smiled to this and sighed as they got up from the little bed and began walking around, exploring.
The dressers were a nice smoothed out oak, being just as nice as the bed and door construction as it was made from the same material. Standing up on his hind legs he would pull out one of them and look inside, closing it right after as all he saw were ladies undergarments and things of that nature. Making him fluster in embarrassment.
This didn’t feel real but also didn’t feel like he was in some kind of dream state, which made him wonder what was going on as he tried thinking but his mind just blocked any logical thought processes. Making him experience everything with out critical thought, the way most dreams honestly worked, that way you didn’t wake up when you wanted half the time or dream about what you wanted.
Looking over to the door he would walk along and open it, he knew it would lead to the rest of the house but as he opened the door he was greeted by smoke and a warm breath of hot air hitting his body. The place seemed to be on fire, pillars from the roof began to fall as well as everything just started to burn away.
This alone caused him to cover his mouth, expecting to suffocate but he could breath, making him wonder what was going on. Any of the heat and fire seemed to just swirl and destroy everything, but not this room, not this door, it wouldn’t even try to touch it at all.
Slamming the door shut he backed away, wondering why the house was on fire as he looked out towards the window, outside he could see something happening. A group of people with torches and all manner of bladed weapons but dressed in more civilian garb were waiting, however chanting in a low tone.
It was them! They for sure caused this, yet as he tried to open the window to confront them he was stopped by an invisible force, he couldn’t leave the room nor escape it with out bodily harm. Frowning he would do the one thing he knew that would produce results.
“Abigail!”
He screamed, calling out to the woman he had spent most of his life with, waiting for her return but no answer. In fact it would be well around two minutes before something would happen. Being forced to watch as people began to throw torches on their house, trying to kill them in the flames, only making him more eager to kill them.
From the closet the door would swing open and he would notice average height woman, she was pale yet had green eyes and long black hair. She wore the traditional hat of a wizard or witch and robes that were open. Only showing off her womanly curves as her sports bra was showing, luckily she did wear a skirt of some kind to not be that revealing.
“Ricter! Your safe, thank the lords of nature.” She said, rushing in and picking him up, giving him a hug against her body which he accepted but he had so many questions that needed answers.
“I’m okay but people outside are trying to burn down the house! I couldn't leave the room either.”
On hearing this her eyes flared open as she walked over to the window and looked on in slight horror that they were burning down the house.
“Those monsters...” She paused before setting him down and weaving together magic in her hands, into a display that seemed like she was focusing lightly on something but not telling him. However she would explain a few things while trying to make her spell.
“I should have told you my room isn’t connected to this part of the house in the material plane, not only that the door to leave and enter my room just connects to nothing. I pulled this room away years ago, only leaving that door as a portal and the windows as just that, windows for viewing.”
Thinking on it Ricter understood immediately, nodding before looking around. “What should we do then? Your parents and brother are in deep trouble if they are burning the house down.”
“We go there and stop this! Ricter, take my hand now, were leaving immediately!” She held out her hand soon after, prompting him to touch it and soon they vanished in a flash of light. Sweeping colors and shapes began to make everything feel abstract and changing constantly, everything was now hard to see and really hard to identify too.
But eventually Ricter would see himself being pulled out of the dream, out of the memory as he was sent back to the void that was his own mind. Or was it hell? It was hard to say now that he was here and experiencing what ever he’s done in the past before ever stepping foot in the omniverse.