05-13-2015, 07:06 PM
Atelos woke up with a massive headache and he went to rub his head. He felt the dented bronze of his helmet but he couldn’t feel something else. He brought down his hand or well his arm and was alarmed to see nothing. His face was of pure panic as he brought his hand down to see bubbling, black goo seeping out of the wound. Atelos’ eye widened in panic as the fear of what had happened trailed through his mind. He heard a grumble in the back of his mind the memories came flushing in. The artefact, the fight, the deaths...why didn’t they kill him? Why didn’t they just do him a favor and kill him? He told them too...He slammed his fist into the ground and fire stormed his body and slowly dimmed down to a soft ember. How could this happen to him? Why did this happen to him? Why him…?
Pain erupted in Atelos’ hand as he saw black strings began to come out of the skin of his hand, the bleeding wound began to jerk itself around. Atelos fell to the floor as the handless arm began to sputter itself around with black tendrils stringing and forming into something new. Something disgusting. The flurry of black string revealed white bone as it continued its way down. Atelos’ eyes widened and he tried to stop and tear out the string but his arm didn’t move. His body fell to the floor and all he could do was move his head to look at the horrifying sensation of his hand being rebuilt. Muscle began to cover followed by skin and Atelos writhed in pain as it felt as if his hand was being torn apart by wild dogs.
It felt as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders, he lifted himself off the ground and looked at his hand. It was perfect...It was without blemish... It made Atelos vomit. It was too perfect, and it disturbed Atelos. His nails were filed, no signs of age, no scars, no sign of anything. Atelos used it to get up and the hand failed him and he felt back on the ground rubbing his sensitive wrist. That took up the last of my energy Spartan. Your body continues to fail me. I must rest to regain power. Till next time Spartan. Atelos felt the presence leave him and he left a sigh of relief escape his lips. He pressed on his hands once more, slightly more sturdy this time and used his right hand to push himself up. Blood rushed to his head and the world started to dizzy before he shook his head and was fine.
He took his first steep and he heard metal clatter on the floor. He looked down onto the floor and saw his shield, split into two. “Hades…” Rage filled in his mind as he looked down upon his only sense of pride. Atelos let out a cry of anguish as he fell to his knees over his broken shield and spirit. He kneeled down as he felt a source of power flow through him. Omnilium was in his hand...he was able to tap into Hades’ power and it seemed the god was still sleeping. A smile grew on his face as he brought it to his shield and the rainbow light was amplified and blinded his eyes. Hope grew in his heart as the Rainbow orb began to swirl around the shattered shield. Minutes passed and the orb stopped swirling around the shield and slowly fused back into Atelos. His eyes were closed in anticipation as he started felt around the shield.
The shield was whole again. His most prized possession was whole again. He opened his eyes and was relieved, as if something had let his heart out of it’s grasp. He picked it up and put it on his arm, the familiar brace pressing against his skin. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the gravity of the matter and began walking off. Atelos glanced to the side and noticed a piece of the skull of the monster he killed. He smiled faintly as he went over and grabbed the shattered remains, putting it somewhere safe.
The ground shook beneath Atelos and he looked around for the source but didn’t see anything in the distance. Was it the Tarrasque? Was it back? Atelos felt the cold drawing in towards his legs. His head shot down and he saw the ground beginning to swallow him, almost as if it desired him. Or something, desired him. Atelos panicked and he flailed his arms around, looking for anything to grab onto. The floor was at his chest and he desperately tried to push himself out of the ground but it just absorbed his arms like a pool of water. He tilted his head upwards as the cold began to trickle up his chin and covered his mouth. His eyes widened in fear as the ground began to cover his eyes.
Darkness. The same darkness he felt when his village was destroyed, when he was brought here, and when he is consumed by the power of the God inside him. The darkness is so familiar, so cool, and calming. It felt second nature to him, to be stepped on, to be used. This mysteriousness of the dark, it wasn’t so mysterious once one got used to it. If only life were this simple.
The darkness gave way to light as he opened his eyelids, each one dragging down like it was burdened by a load of weights. He scrambled to his feet as he saw mist wrapping around his body. “It’s not possible. There is no way in Olympus I cannot be back here.” Atelos looked around, no building in sight and the floor beneath him. The same cracked road with the same faded striped line. A crackling noise came alive next to him and Atelos hurriedly picked up the walkie talkie and looked at it curiously.
Now how did one work this thing? Atelos banged on it, screamed at it, and almost chewed on it to get it to work. Static came and went again and he found the button on the side. He pressed it, “By the gods sorcerer, I am back. Where exactly...that I do not know…” Atelos looked around before realizing he was lost in the maze of mist.
Pain erupted in Atelos’ hand as he saw black strings began to come out of the skin of his hand, the bleeding wound began to jerk itself around. Atelos fell to the floor as the handless arm began to sputter itself around with black tendrils stringing and forming into something new. Something disgusting. The flurry of black string revealed white bone as it continued its way down. Atelos’ eyes widened and he tried to stop and tear out the string but his arm didn’t move. His body fell to the floor and all he could do was move his head to look at the horrifying sensation of his hand being rebuilt. Muscle began to cover followed by skin and Atelos writhed in pain as it felt as if his hand was being torn apart by wild dogs.
It felt as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders, he lifted himself off the ground and looked at his hand. It was perfect...It was without blemish... It made Atelos vomit. It was too perfect, and it disturbed Atelos. His nails were filed, no signs of age, no scars, no sign of anything. Atelos used it to get up and the hand failed him and he felt back on the ground rubbing his sensitive wrist. That took up the last of my energy Spartan. Your body continues to fail me. I must rest to regain power. Till next time Spartan. Atelos felt the presence leave him and he left a sigh of relief escape his lips. He pressed on his hands once more, slightly more sturdy this time and used his right hand to push himself up. Blood rushed to his head and the world started to dizzy before he shook his head and was fine.
He took his first steep and he heard metal clatter on the floor. He looked down onto the floor and saw his shield, split into two. “Hades…” Rage filled in his mind as he looked down upon his only sense of pride. Atelos let out a cry of anguish as he fell to his knees over his broken shield and spirit. He kneeled down as he felt a source of power flow through him. Omnilium was in his hand...he was able to tap into Hades’ power and it seemed the god was still sleeping. A smile grew on his face as he brought it to his shield and the rainbow light was amplified and blinded his eyes. Hope grew in his heart as the Rainbow orb began to swirl around the shattered shield. Minutes passed and the orb stopped swirling around the shield and slowly fused back into Atelos. His eyes were closed in anticipation as he started felt around the shield.
The shield was whole again. His most prized possession was whole again. He opened his eyes and was relieved, as if something had let his heart out of it’s grasp. He picked it up and put it on his arm, the familiar brace pressing against his skin. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the gravity of the matter and began walking off. Atelos glanced to the side and noticed a piece of the skull of the monster he killed. He smiled faintly as he went over and grabbed the shattered remains, putting it somewhere safe.
The ground shook beneath Atelos and he looked around for the source but didn’t see anything in the distance. Was it the Tarrasque? Was it back? Atelos felt the cold drawing in towards his legs. His head shot down and he saw the ground beginning to swallow him, almost as if it desired him. Or something, desired him. Atelos panicked and he flailed his arms around, looking for anything to grab onto. The floor was at his chest and he desperately tried to push himself out of the ground but it just absorbed his arms like a pool of water. He tilted his head upwards as the cold began to trickle up his chin and covered his mouth. His eyes widened in fear as the ground began to cover his eyes.
Darkness. The same darkness he felt when his village was destroyed, when he was brought here, and when he is consumed by the power of the God inside him. The darkness is so familiar, so cool, and calming. It felt second nature to him, to be stepped on, to be used. This mysteriousness of the dark, it wasn’t so mysterious once one got used to it. If only life were this simple.
The darkness gave way to light as he opened his eyelids, each one dragging down like it was burdened by a load of weights. He scrambled to his feet as he saw mist wrapping around his body. “It’s not possible. There is no way in Olympus I cannot be back here.” Atelos looked around, no building in sight and the floor beneath him. The same cracked road with the same faded striped line. A crackling noise came alive next to him and Atelos hurriedly picked up the walkie talkie and looked at it curiously.
Now how did one work this thing? Atelos banged on it, screamed at it, and almost chewed on it to get it to work. Static came and went again and he found the button on the side. He pressed it, “By the gods sorcerer, I am back. Where exactly...that I do not know…” Atelos looked around before realizing he was lost in the maze of mist.
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