06-13-2015, 01:29 PM
The darkness swept over Mickey and Thrall. The mouse spared a thought for the idea that this wasn’t just the world of dreams, but of nightmares, too.
A few seconds passed, and little flickers of light began to appear in the shadows that Thrall had summoned. The lights became open windows, littering the sides of a skyline of tall, metallic buildings that looked altogether like something Mickey had never in his life seen before.
The orc chieftain waved another hand, and the city came to life. Mickey’s eyes narrowed as the brightly-lit cityscape assaulted his eyesight. He was reminded, very vaguely, of Space Paranoids, one of the realms in his kingdom back home.
“…what is it?” the mouse asked incredulously.
“They call it Coruscant,” Thrall exhaled. “It is a vast city, made up of many vertically-stacked tiers. There, you will find things you never could have imagined possible—trust me, I did.
“It is there that you will find the answers you seek, little mouse. Seek out the Yellow Light. It awaits you.”
Mickey stepped toward the web of lights, reaching out and attempting to touch it. Upon closer inspection, he realized that none of these images actually existed; they were merely shades of what this ‘Coruscant’ actually was, conjured by Thrall’s mind. The mouse’s nerves had been pushed to their limits. So… this place held the answers to how he had been able to summon that mysterious beam of yellow light, then? And if he wanted those answers, this was where to look?
“How do I get there?”
The mouse glanced over his shoulder at Thrall. “I gotta go,” he squeaked, and Thrall nodded his gargantuan head.
“Through the Nexus,” the orc chieftain explained, “you’ll find your way there.”
“Okay,” Mickey resolved, “Let’s get out of this dream-scape, then.”
The mouse shut his eyes. Time to get going.
A few seconds passed, and little flickers of light began to appear in the shadows that Thrall had summoned. The lights became open windows, littering the sides of a skyline of tall, metallic buildings that looked altogether like something Mickey had never in his life seen before.
The orc chieftain waved another hand, and the city came to life. Mickey’s eyes narrowed as the brightly-lit cityscape assaulted his eyesight. He was reminded, very vaguely, of Space Paranoids, one of the realms in his kingdom back home.
“…what is it?” the mouse asked incredulously.
“They call it Coruscant,” Thrall exhaled. “It is a vast city, made up of many vertically-stacked tiers. There, you will find things you never could have imagined possible—trust me, I did.
“It is there that you will find the answers you seek, little mouse. Seek out the Yellow Light. It awaits you.”
Mickey stepped toward the web of lights, reaching out and attempting to touch it. Upon closer inspection, he realized that none of these images actually existed; they were merely shades of what this ‘Coruscant’ actually was, conjured by Thrall’s mind. The mouse’s nerves had been pushed to their limits. So… this place held the answers to how he had been able to summon that mysterious beam of yellow light, then? And if he wanted those answers, this was where to look?
“How do I get there?”
The mouse glanced over his shoulder at Thrall. “I gotta go,” he squeaked, and Thrall nodded his gargantuan head.
“Through the Nexus,” the orc chieftain explained, “you’ll find your way there.”
“Okay,” Mickey resolved, “Let’s get out of this dream-scape, then.”
The mouse shut his eyes. Time to get going.
Quote:Continued in Camelot.
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