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November 3rd, 2004, 10:26PM
Location: Bass'ken Lake/Port of Gambino
Status: Ill.
Feeling: Sick, worried, and cranky.
Today was a day of slight trials, or so it would seem. I fell into a horrible state whilst I slept. Nightmaric tortures plagued any purple sky or paper flower I could ever hope for. Dare I not take a single seed into my mouth to scream lest I am forever belonging to that world. That is why the dmonic girl stared, that is why Shatan laughed.
Each day it draws closer to the suface or its small doubt-encrusted shell. Shatan, that is. The visions it sends me are enough to drive the stong raving mad. I do not send out a claim to strength but a plea to my being truly mad already. Shatan knows this. Shatan doesn't care. It st5rives for nothing more then to be rid of my half angelic being and finally fullfilling desires untold through my empty shell. HOw much of my demonic side does it consume? Is this why I feel it my duty to save when my family line thought nothing outside the clan? Well there is no longer a clan, only me.
The ocean is trying to calm my tremoring skin, or so it seems, as it sends forth its gentle washing sirens that creep ever closer and sing lullibies to those long rested. Not a sound elsewise emerges but the rustling of falling leaves in the moving air. The salty musk fills my nose and overpowers my ability to smell the grass only two feet away. Just watching the beach grass sway, caught in the breeze, is enough to null me to sleep.
I chose a place to rest quietly this night on a small island of sand along the bluffs before the dock to Isle of Gambino. All has been quiet since the nuclear bomb raked the island at only a day's travel away. My tainted blood must have come in handy, as the demonic cells worked away to fight and kill the radiation seeping through sweat-soaked pors, and as the angelic cells purified the remains. I owe it to my heritage tonight, for once, for such a blessing. This is why I am ill however, my body is not use to the trying strength needed to battle the radiation poisons.
I have travelled to this spot because I know now that the girl rests upon that Isle. I had followed her sent this far until the ocean drowned it out. She showed up only after the odd experiments beneath the Mansion there had begun, setting forth the mass of destruction that took the place whole. I have concluded she must have crept from those lairs, the lairs of G-Corp. I wonder if she is a zombie now.
Nameri, I find it odd how I never call him by his first name anymore, has yet to be found. I assumed not long ago that he had been taken by her clutching wants. If so can I ever reach them in time. What will I do when I get there anyway? I don't know if I'll be able to stand the thought of taking on one who looks so close to a lost and innocent chi-
What's that? Why is the air infront of me glow-
November 4th, 2004,
Location: Port of Gambino.
Status: Better.
Feeling: Confused.
I woke up not long ago feeling disoriented. I had not moved, I had not lost anything, and no one was with me as I pulled my aching body from my sleeping supplies. Yet I felt as if there should have been at least one of the three.
I read over my journal not long after, confused whether I had made an entry or not. It would appear I had. That confused me even more, I had made an entry and the ending... it was not complete. "Why is the air infront of me glow-" where did that come from? The last thing I remember is setting up camp, but nothing afterwards.
"Do not follow me..." Wait, where did that thought come from. Did I say that? I can't remember. What happened last night?
I pushed all thoughts aside and I stumbled on, feeling sore but anew. I was no longer ill and was fresh enough to travel far within the small time granted to me. As of right now I even feel the wonderful cheer I have been given from this morning as the sun beats down onto the dock I rest upon. I am almost to the Isle, maybe half a day to go.
The strangest thing occured when I approached the dock. Many Gaians, the people of this world, stood quietly, staring coldly, as I wandered ever closer to the connected dock that was the only way to the island. They seemed to be blank, void of any emotion, and they just stood there. I tried to get by, they would not let me, I pushed, but they were as stone, and I pulled but they seemed glued to the spot. They jsut would not move.
I had sighed then, extreamly annoyed at how stupid the population of mindless beings had decided to appear right in my path and even thought over many options of setting a "small" flame to sizzle their hair roots in order to spark them into moving. My conscience would not let me. The flame would have been a small one honest! My conscience did not believe me one bit. It knows me too well.
I climbed into the salty depts of the ocean and began to swim, pack and all clung tightly to my back, towards the far zig-zag of the dock where it appeared to be the most clear of the stubborn mindless neanderthals. It was even soothing, despite the feel of my fire energy draining through every splash, as the water cut across my fingers smooth and silk-like. The cool yet warm sensations tickled my spin and warmed my worries for the few moments I glided through salt and water alike. The feel of the splintering, hard, and water swollen deck of the dock disapointed me as I reached myself up. I wanted to go back into the water and spend more time within till all my fire strength was drained completely till only Shatan's strength remained.
But as I rose up onto the dock Nameri's image appeared before me. He looked tousled and wet, such as I, and I remember saying to him with a chuckle, "They made you swim as well, eh?". He had just stood there and then he smiled suddenly, as if he thought it would be odd if he didn't. "What's wrong... are you alright?" I asked him panickly, remembering my long search for just this moment. Yet still he did not answer. He only dropped his smile and pointed over my shoulder. I slowly turned around.
The mindless had suddenly begun to appraoch the dock, mindless, but no longer emotionless. Hatred and anger twisted their features into snarls and tooth-filled smiles. I froze petrified. I remember them watching, stalking, taunting, and pushing as they inched closer. It was as if someone had smacked them all hard across their faces and the one to do so had been I. I turned to face Nameri once more. Except he was no longer there.
I had three options. Either I stood and fought them off, jumped back into the water and swam far and back to shore, or I tried to outrun them. I definatly could not fight them since most of my magic had been drained, I would need to use Shatan for that, and swimming would only make Shatan gain access to take control of my even more weakened body, and so I ran. I ran like the dickens.
I never knew if dickens was suppose to be a person or a thing, but if he was a person he would have been proud of my running. I surprised myself as I sped fast across the oddly shaking dock, hoping to either reach my destination or loose them first. Since my destination was more then half a day away at that point I prayed it would be the latter then the former. I find it amusing at this point of time that I did not think of them catching me to be an option. It was entirely possible.
That did not happen. I outran them and this is now where I stand, or well, sit. I collapsed onto the dock side panting at the air for dear life. At first I choked on the intake, the air was so heavily lined with salt, and after a few spasming moments I was able to breath in the thick air and calm my speeding heart as it cleaned the salt from the blood slightly.
This is why I write now. I could do nothing else as I waited for my energy to return. That swim had taken too much of a toll and my frustration at my refusing to fight the mindless in the first place eats away at my reverance. All I cling to is that I had not known them to be foe until Nameri showed me. What was up with that anyway?
Well my energy is half returned, meaning I can survive the trip and still have few defenses and watching the jelly fish float their way carelessly under and away from where I sit is not going to solve the situation. The trip should be easier now that I had to abandon my soaked pack anyway. Maybe I should have brought a companion after all... Griffith is not going to be happy.
- Silent.
 Silent Flame · Thu Nov 04, 2004 @ 11:10pm · 0 Comments |
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