08-07-2018, 09:47 AM
When he looked towards the final few shadows he took a deep breath, he knew what was coming and it wasn’t good, at least this memory wasn’t the fondest of things. So willingly going forward he would black out, letting the shadows encompass his mind as a more so third party spectator of the events that would follow.
Running, Abigail seemed to be carrying two people with her, not in her arms but floating on giant leafs that she seemed to be controlling. The two bodies were bleeding and out cold, one would be a male, pretty short and was wielding a sword by the looks of the bladed weapon in his sheath.
At the same time Ricter was on the other, a deep gash had been made on his side, he was bleeding a lot and it seemed like a serious injury. The trio would be moving for a very long time, Abigail would look back every so often before focusing on the path ahead and soon after throwing out a hand a portal opened up in front of her, she ran strait in with the two people she had.
Falling strait into her room Ricter would tumble across the nice pink carpet, smearing blood everywhere, while the male would fall and roll across the floor as well, groaning as a gash had opened up on his left side. But he seemed to be awake by the looks of it.
Falling on the floor as well they were in the very room from last dream, however this time they had company. “Little brother hang on! I have magic, I’ll find a way to heal you. I wish Ricter wasn’t unconscious right now, this would be so much easier.” Even back then he was known for healing, a skill he picked up on his own to help his witch.
She never thought about wishing to take up that category of arcane magics, mostly because it took up time and energy to learn such a thing. Time she could have better spent earning how to reality warp and make portals and pocket dimensions.
But now she was struggling to even do a basic healing spell from her time in wizardry school, placing his head into her lap as she would try to mend his wounds. “Just hold on, don't move or try to talk. Why would you do that? Why would you try fighting them by yourself, you should have taken mom and dad and just ran.” She said, her tone deeply emotional as a better inspection of her face showed she had been crying.
The boy seemed to look up, he was dying and he new it, and now he could feel himself pulling further and further away. “They...wouldn’t stop, they wanted you, Abi. They thought you killed their life stock and burned their crops. Mom tried to talk to them, dad tried too, but they killed them.” His voice was shaky and filled with coughing.
He was finding it hard to breath and even now Abigail was trying not to remember what had been done only minutes ago. Once she found her parents and loved ones slain in her own front yard she mercilessly killed the mob of people. She even transported many of those offenders to locations just to watch them suffer later, because no amount of torture was enough to fill the pain she had experienced.
But in her blind rage she didn’t notice one was with the town guard, aiming to stab her with a halberd but Ricter stepped in and took the blow instead. Now instead of nearly losing her brother and parents, now she risked losing everyone.
“Shhh, just rest, once your healed we can figure out what were going to do, we’ll be okay, I promise.” She exclaimed, crying now as droplets would foll on his half smiling face at those words.
“Promise...” He would say in one breath as soon his head went limp in her lap, her heart skipped a beat and soon she was shaking him softly, checking his pulse, everything to see if he was still with her.
“No, no please. Why, what have I done to deserve this.” She sobbed as she watched as his body would not respond, he had died it seemed, or was just on the verge of it as she looked to Ricter. Getting up and running over to him she would pick up the animal, lifting them into her arms and inspecting the gash that left his fur strained red.
He was breathing but sleeping, however he was bleeding a lot, even if he had the ability to regenerate his own wounds, he would die too. “I can’t fix you, neither of you. Am I supposed to just let you both die in my arms?! Is this what fate is telling me I should live with?!” She questioned to no one, no one but herself.
In the end she was very limited on what she could do, but looking at the trails of blood she wondered if something would work. If their was a way to keep them both alive, in their own aspect, but with out the use of necromancy.
Walking over to her brother she would place Ricter next to him, looking down at the two she pulled a book from her shelf, all in a slight hurry as she flipped through pages before placing it down on the bed near by. “I won’t lose everyone here, not today. No matter the cost.” She explained, speaking to herself as she started to read words off the book.
Using her hand she took the pools of blood and began to make a circle out of them, drawing symbols and things of that nature while the books letters began to burn away as they were read. Once finished she seemed to be ready and soon the circle began to glow, with their bodies inside of it as well.
Vital seconds would pass as the spell was a little rushed but needed to be, especially now as she knew her brothers soul would leave this plane of existence soon. Little did she know that was already becoming the case.
Once finished the book would flutter and then begin shooting light from it, angling down at the circle as everything with in started to shift and morph. Being engulfed in a bright white light that wold dazzle most people and eventually after the light faded something was left in the place of the two bodies.
There was someone there, but it seemed like someone familiar and unknown, they had the body of her little brother, but looked a lot like the weasel that she grew up with.
“The fusion spell, it worked..” She remarked before getting down on her knees and checking his pulse, he was alive, and over all no longer damaged. However as she looked down at his face, seeing visages of both Ricter and her brother in it she began crying again.
And even the Ricter looking into this memory was crying, knowing what this would lead too, talking to himself.
“You were too late, you wanted to fuse us together and then unfuse us when we recovered. But your brothers soul had already moved on, and in giving me his body I gained his memories and experiences. Making the attempt even more impossible to try.” He said while sniffling, wiping his eyes as the dream started to end.
“After that all those who wronged her were punished, for decades. People saw her as evil when she wasn’t, but in the end we just ran away from that reality, focusing on our own. Now I’m here, where ever here is.” The weasel remarked, looking around as the shadows circled in the shy, out of reach as he started to grow frustrated.
“Where am I? Tell me!” He begged, but no response was given, instead the shadows would begin to swirl and soon in a rapid down pour fall on top of him in a cascade of darkness. Causing his eyes to shoot open, making him pant deeply as he looked up and around and all he could see was a deep blank whiteness.
Something he had seen before as he sat up and looked in either direction, he was back at the nexus again. Yet this time as he started to get up he tripped on taking a step forward, gazing down at his body he noticed that he was back in his original body. The body before he was fused with Abigail’s brother.
This didn’t change much but at the same time it had been so long that he was used to walking on just two legs, now as he dropped too the ground on all fours he laid there. Wondering what was happening, “The fountain? How did I end up here? Why am I back to how I looked originally?” He questioned.
Around him was the endless expanse of white, but also many other people, from small girls, to men in robotic looking outfits holding weapons and what not, and just a random fight that was happening in the distance. Something he didn’t want to be apart of again.
Inspecting each of them he stood, flinching as h felt weak but his body recovered much faster than others when it came to their first time dying here. Something that he would have to get used too eventually. In the fight he would notice one of the contestants, just her name escaped him, he saw her battle over one of the screens while at the tournament.
He didn’t pick up what she was able too do, but just got a glimpse of her fighting others and that was it, right now though as he looked towards Clownpiece he just wondered that if she was also here did she come here on her own or did she die as well?
Additionally she was fighting what looked like a cloud lady? It was hard to say, she looked like she was made of lots of poofy clouds, all stacked together but wearing clothes that helped make her seem more human if not for just the shape alone of her body.
It was only added by what seemed like a human woman near the fighting, a flying bird over head as well, keeping away. At least the animal was smart, which was a complement in his own eyes for what was regarded as a subclass of creatures under the more humanoid species that were around.
Either way he was tempted to help, to offer assistance and maybe break up the battle, but he had no clue why it came about and why he was even staying, he had a clinic to get back too and help out in. Not only this but as he looked around near him he would notice Lanor. His broad sword, seems that even in death the sword would stick with him, that was nice, he just wish it stayed with him when he actually needed it in his paws.
So as he would lift up the slightly heavy weapon he would have to carry it in an awkward manner give his size was shorter than the sword itself, mostly dragging it along the ground. Leaving that annoying grinding noise of metal sliding against a floor.
He would keep their forms to memory, both Clownpiece and Sunshine, and even the red haired woman and her bird companion as well. At the moment though he didn’t have too much time to talk and make friendly conversation, right now he was more interested in heading back home and figure out what happened not too long ago as his mind was hazy with memories.
He needed to recall what lead to him being sent back here, but for now he would just hobble along, aiming to get back home again. Not realizing that what he just faced, was his own memories and dreams as he had not too long ago died. Yet, he would find out about that soon enough, once he touched the gate and began walking strait through its familiar arch he was headed strait home once more.
Or at least the ‘home’ he had grown accustomed too in this universe he was now trapped inside of. Back to the Tangled Greens.
Running, Abigail seemed to be carrying two people with her, not in her arms but floating on giant leafs that she seemed to be controlling. The two bodies were bleeding and out cold, one would be a male, pretty short and was wielding a sword by the looks of the bladed weapon in his sheath.
At the same time Ricter was on the other, a deep gash had been made on his side, he was bleeding a lot and it seemed like a serious injury. The trio would be moving for a very long time, Abigail would look back every so often before focusing on the path ahead and soon after throwing out a hand a portal opened up in front of her, she ran strait in with the two people she had.
Falling strait into her room Ricter would tumble across the nice pink carpet, smearing blood everywhere, while the male would fall and roll across the floor as well, groaning as a gash had opened up on his left side. But he seemed to be awake by the looks of it.
Falling on the floor as well they were in the very room from last dream, however this time they had company. “Little brother hang on! I have magic, I’ll find a way to heal you. I wish Ricter wasn’t unconscious right now, this would be so much easier.” Even back then he was known for healing, a skill he picked up on his own to help his witch.
She never thought about wishing to take up that category of arcane magics, mostly because it took up time and energy to learn such a thing. Time she could have better spent earning how to reality warp and make portals and pocket dimensions.
But now she was struggling to even do a basic healing spell from her time in wizardry school, placing his head into her lap as she would try to mend his wounds. “Just hold on, don't move or try to talk. Why would you do that? Why would you try fighting them by yourself, you should have taken mom and dad and just ran.” She said, her tone deeply emotional as a better inspection of her face showed she had been crying.
The boy seemed to look up, he was dying and he new it, and now he could feel himself pulling further and further away. “They...wouldn’t stop, they wanted you, Abi. They thought you killed their life stock and burned their crops. Mom tried to talk to them, dad tried too, but they killed them.” His voice was shaky and filled with coughing.
He was finding it hard to breath and even now Abigail was trying not to remember what had been done only minutes ago. Once she found her parents and loved ones slain in her own front yard she mercilessly killed the mob of people. She even transported many of those offenders to locations just to watch them suffer later, because no amount of torture was enough to fill the pain she had experienced.
But in her blind rage she didn’t notice one was with the town guard, aiming to stab her with a halberd but Ricter stepped in and took the blow instead. Now instead of nearly losing her brother and parents, now she risked losing everyone.
“Shhh, just rest, once your healed we can figure out what were going to do, we’ll be okay, I promise.” She exclaimed, crying now as droplets would foll on his half smiling face at those words.
“Promise...” He would say in one breath as soon his head went limp in her lap, her heart skipped a beat and soon she was shaking him softly, checking his pulse, everything to see if he was still with her.
“No, no please. Why, what have I done to deserve this.” She sobbed as she watched as his body would not respond, he had died it seemed, or was just on the verge of it as she looked to Ricter. Getting up and running over to him she would pick up the animal, lifting them into her arms and inspecting the gash that left his fur strained red.
He was breathing but sleeping, however he was bleeding a lot, even if he had the ability to regenerate his own wounds, he would die too. “I can’t fix you, neither of you. Am I supposed to just let you both die in my arms?! Is this what fate is telling me I should live with?!” She questioned to no one, no one but herself.
In the end she was very limited on what she could do, but looking at the trails of blood she wondered if something would work. If their was a way to keep them both alive, in their own aspect, but with out the use of necromancy.
Walking over to her brother she would place Ricter next to him, looking down at the two she pulled a book from her shelf, all in a slight hurry as she flipped through pages before placing it down on the bed near by. “I won’t lose everyone here, not today. No matter the cost.” She explained, speaking to herself as she started to read words off the book.
Using her hand she took the pools of blood and began to make a circle out of them, drawing symbols and things of that nature while the books letters began to burn away as they were read. Once finished she seemed to be ready and soon the circle began to glow, with their bodies inside of it as well.
Vital seconds would pass as the spell was a little rushed but needed to be, especially now as she knew her brothers soul would leave this plane of existence soon. Little did she know that was already becoming the case.
Once finished the book would flutter and then begin shooting light from it, angling down at the circle as everything with in started to shift and morph. Being engulfed in a bright white light that wold dazzle most people and eventually after the light faded something was left in the place of the two bodies.
There was someone there, but it seemed like someone familiar and unknown, they had the body of her little brother, but looked a lot like the weasel that she grew up with.
“The fusion spell, it worked..” She remarked before getting down on her knees and checking his pulse, he was alive, and over all no longer damaged. However as she looked down at his face, seeing visages of both Ricter and her brother in it she began crying again.
And even the Ricter looking into this memory was crying, knowing what this would lead too, talking to himself.
“You were too late, you wanted to fuse us together and then unfuse us when we recovered. But your brothers soul had already moved on, and in giving me his body I gained his memories and experiences. Making the attempt even more impossible to try.” He said while sniffling, wiping his eyes as the dream started to end.
“After that all those who wronged her were punished, for decades. People saw her as evil when she wasn’t, but in the end we just ran away from that reality, focusing on our own. Now I’m here, where ever here is.” The weasel remarked, looking around as the shadows circled in the shy, out of reach as he started to grow frustrated.
“Where am I? Tell me!” He begged, but no response was given, instead the shadows would begin to swirl and soon in a rapid down pour fall on top of him in a cascade of darkness. Causing his eyes to shoot open, making him pant deeply as he looked up and around and all he could see was a deep blank whiteness.
Something he had seen before as he sat up and looked in either direction, he was back at the nexus again. Yet this time as he started to get up he tripped on taking a step forward, gazing down at his body he noticed that he was back in his original body. The body before he was fused with Abigail’s brother.
This didn’t change much but at the same time it had been so long that he was used to walking on just two legs, now as he dropped too the ground on all fours he laid there. Wondering what was happening, “The fountain? How did I end up here? Why am I back to how I looked originally?” He questioned.
Around him was the endless expanse of white, but also many other people, from small girls, to men in robotic looking outfits holding weapons and what not, and just a random fight that was happening in the distance. Something he didn’t want to be apart of again.
Inspecting each of them he stood, flinching as h felt weak but his body recovered much faster than others when it came to their first time dying here. Something that he would have to get used too eventually. In the fight he would notice one of the contestants, just her name escaped him, he saw her battle over one of the screens while at the tournament.
He didn’t pick up what she was able too do, but just got a glimpse of her fighting others and that was it, right now though as he looked towards Clownpiece he just wondered that if she was also here did she come here on her own or did she die as well?
Additionally she was fighting what looked like a cloud lady? It was hard to say, she looked like she was made of lots of poofy clouds, all stacked together but wearing clothes that helped make her seem more human if not for just the shape alone of her body.
It was only added by what seemed like a human woman near the fighting, a flying bird over head as well, keeping away. At least the animal was smart, which was a complement in his own eyes for what was regarded as a subclass of creatures under the more humanoid species that were around.
Either way he was tempted to help, to offer assistance and maybe break up the battle, but he had no clue why it came about and why he was even staying, he had a clinic to get back too and help out in. Not only this but as he looked around near him he would notice Lanor. His broad sword, seems that even in death the sword would stick with him, that was nice, he just wish it stayed with him when he actually needed it in his paws.
So as he would lift up the slightly heavy weapon he would have to carry it in an awkward manner give his size was shorter than the sword itself, mostly dragging it along the ground. Leaving that annoying grinding noise of metal sliding against a floor.
He would keep their forms to memory, both Clownpiece and Sunshine, and even the red haired woman and her bird companion as well. At the moment though he didn’t have too much time to talk and make friendly conversation, right now he was more interested in heading back home and figure out what happened not too long ago as his mind was hazy with memories.
He needed to recall what lead to him being sent back here, but for now he would just hobble along, aiming to get back home again. Not realizing that what he just faced, was his own memories and dreams as he had not too long ago died. Yet, he would find out about that soon enough, once he touched the gate and began walking strait through its familiar arch he was headed strait home once more.
Or at least the ‘home’ he had grown accustomed too in this universe he was now trapped inside of. Back to the Tangled Greens.