12-02-2015, 12:20 AM
The sudden transition of pure darkness to overwhelming white caught Cecil off-guard, and his vision took a few moments to adjust himself. A gauntlet rose up to shield the knight's eyes, in anticipation that the intense light would subside and give way to a new sight.
However, no such thing happened; Cecil's eyes, however, were able to refocus and view his hand with more clarity. The black-toned metal coating his arm in a shell of shadowy armor returned some memories to the new Prime, and he recalled that he had become a Dark Knight again. For a moment, a spark of fear consumed his thoughts, making the man beneath the armor instinctively reach within his own spirit...
When he felt that same spirit of light within himself, Cecil allowed himself to relax. His blood father and foster father had both left their brightest son with their blessings, and he might not bear to forfeit either of them, at this point. The dark knight at present exhaled a breath he wasn't aware his lungs had been holding, and returned his attention to the current predicament in time and space.
Aware he was left on one knee, Cecil returned his armored hand to his calf and hoisted himself back to both feet. The suit of dark plating shifted and clinked expectantly around his form, and the knight realized he felt more... weighted, he supposed, as opposed to his time in the servitude of Cosmos. Once poised upright, that same armored hand instinctively went to the dark blade that was supposed to be strapped to his back. Another breath escaped him when he felt the handle of the sword. It seemed at least he retained all of the base aspects of his class, so if an encounter were to appear he would not go without a fight.
But what exactly was he doing here, anyway? The deity that had drawn Cecil to this place, Omni, had appointed some sort of task for him- or was that really the case? Drawing upon his short-term memory, the new Prime attempted to recall those words. They did not, in his memories, sound like any request; just mere explanations of this world and the laws that governed it. There was no claims of war, no beseeching of help in defeating the enemy, simply that Omni was watching, and waiting... for what?
As if searching for some immediate answer, Cecil swung his head around, looking for some surroundings that were not simply pure white. Several large specks could be seen, forming a clock-like perimeter that seemed to surround him- but immediately behind him, he discovered, was an ordinary-looking pool fountain.
Right hand still clutching the dark sword on his back, Cecil turned to face the structure and cautiously took a few steps forward to observe it closer. The fact that such a thing was even here didn't particularly faze the Warrior of Cosmos, but it just seemed so stark against the infinite backdrop of white. Perhaps that was the intent, however, for this to serve as a landmark within this pearl expanse- in which case, those 'others' that Omni mentioned might be attracted here-
No sooner had the thought emerged than did the dark knight catch the sight of what could be another individual on the opposing end of the fountain. They, too, noticed the sound of Cecil's approach, and both Primes snapped to attention, prepared to face down the other.
"Hold it!" The dark knight bellowed with practiced command in his tone. "Are you another one summoned by Omni?"
However, no such thing happened; Cecil's eyes, however, were able to refocus and view his hand with more clarity. The black-toned metal coating his arm in a shell of shadowy armor returned some memories to the new Prime, and he recalled that he had become a Dark Knight again. For a moment, a spark of fear consumed his thoughts, making the man beneath the armor instinctively reach within his own spirit...
When he felt that same spirit of light within himself, Cecil allowed himself to relax. His blood father and foster father had both left their brightest son with their blessings, and he might not bear to forfeit either of them, at this point. The dark knight at present exhaled a breath he wasn't aware his lungs had been holding, and returned his attention to the current predicament in time and space.
Aware he was left on one knee, Cecil returned his armored hand to his calf and hoisted himself back to both feet. The suit of dark plating shifted and clinked expectantly around his form, and the knight realized he felt more... weighted, he supposed, as opposed to his time in the servitude of Cosmos. Once poised upright, that same armored hand instinctively went to the dark blade that was supposed to be strapped to his back. Another breath escaped him when he felt the handle of the sword. It seemed at least he retained all of the base aspects of his class, so if an encounter were to appear he would not go without a fight.
But what exactly was he doing here, anyway? The deity that had drawn Cecil to this place, Omni, had appointed some sort of task for him- or was that really the case? Drawing upon his short-term memory, the new Prime attempted to recall those words. They did not, in his memories, sound like any request; just mere explanations of this world and the laws that governed it. There was no claims of war, no beseeching of help in defeating the enemy, simply that Omni was watching, and waiting... for what?
As if searching for some immediate answer, Cecil swung his head around, looking for some surroundings that were not simply pure white. Several large specks could be seen, forming a clock-like perimeter that seemed to surround him- but immediately behind him, he discovered, was an ordinary-looking pool fountain.
Right hand still clutching the dark sword on his back, Cecil turned to face the structure and cautiously took a few steps forward to observe it closer. The fact that such a thing was even here didn't particularly faze the Warrior of Cosmos, but it just seemed so stark against the infinite backdrop of white. Perhaps that was the intent, however, for this to serve as a landmark within this pearl expanse- in which case, those 'others' that Omni mentioned might be attracted here-
No sooner had the thought emerged than did the dark knight catch the sight of what could be another individual on the opposing end of the fountain. They, too, noticed the sound of Cecil's approach, and both Primes snapped to attention, prepared to face down the other.
"Hold it!" The dark knight bellowed with practiced command in his tone. "Are you another one summoned by Omni?"