Re: The Grand Battle [Final Round: The Subconscious!]
03-10-2010, 08:07 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Aryogaton.
Aeon closed his eyes to the chaos around him. It was bad enough that Amethyst, the only person left who could help him escape, was dead, but all this horrible imagery was simply unbearable. He turned away from it, trying to calm himself down—and perhaps the rest of this world as well. He opened his eyes momentarily, and saw Eximo, frantically moving about, and somehow decided that it was the source of this madness. Soon, bricks began to appear on the floor, and quickly built themselves into a massive wall, separating Aeon and Eximo from each other. With a bit of focus, the images disappeared into a uniform white. The noise of the illusions was faintly audible on the other side of the wall.
Aeon stood up, and examined his surroundings. The horizon—if there was one—was entirely indistinguishable, and there was absolutely nothing in this world, apart from the brick wall. Aeon breathed a sigh, and tried to think, now that he had some form of solitude. He thought of various methods of escape that were now available to him—and some that were no longer. However, one thought had pierced his thought the most. Perhaps it was the fact that he was so close to escape got to him. Perhaps it was that the most recent death was the most significant. Perhaps his adamancy was finally beginning to wear down. This thought consisted of a single word, and rang in his mind as if all others were background noise.
Home.
The effect was immediate. The white nothingness began to fade, solidifying, and finally revealing a dirt road. Further in the distance, the road widened into a town square, a single, sunken tree dominating the center. Familiar houses appeared around the road, and a forest barrier appeared behind them. A lake, sporting a lone fisherman, appeared on the other side of the square, and brought a sense of tranquility where such has been absent for so long.
Aeon stood, jaw-open, at this circumstance. He did not notice the brick wall behind him fading as well, ultimately tumbling and crumbling into dust. Eximo began vacuuming it up. As soon as Aeon heard the sound of suction, he broke into a run towards the village.
Aeon closed his eyes to the chaos around him. It was bad enough that Amethyst, the only person left who could help him escape, was dead, but all this horrible imagery was simply unbearable. He turned away from it, trying to calm himself down—and perhaps the rest of this world as well. He opened his eyes momentarily, and saw Eximo, frantically moving about, and somehow decided that it was the source of this madness. Soon, bricks began to appear on the floor, and quickly built themselves into a massive wall, separating Aeon and Eximo from each other. With a bit of focus, the images disappeared into a uniform white. The noise of the illusions was faintly audible on the other side of the wall.
Aeon stood up, and examined his surroundings. The horizon—if there was one—was entirely indistinguishable, and there was absolutely nothing in this world, apart from the brick wall. Aeon breathed a sigh, and tried to think, now that he had some form of solitude. He thought of various methods of escape that were now available to him—and some that were no longer. However, one thought had pierced his thought the most. Perhaps it was the fact that he was so close to escape got to him. Perhaps it was that the most recent death was the most significant. Perhaps his adamancy was finally beginning to wear down. This thought consisted of a single word, and rang in his mind as if all others were background noise.
Home.
The effect was immediate. The white nothingness began to fade, solidifying, and finally revealing a dirt road. Further in the distance, the road widened into a town square, a single, sunken tree dominating the center. Familiar houses appeared around the road, and a forest barrier appeared behind them. A lake, sporting a lone fisherman, appeared on the other side of the square, and brought a sense of tranquility where such has been absent for so long.
Aeon stood, jaw-open, at this circumstance. He did not notice the brick wall behind him fading as well, ultimately tumbling and crumbling into dust. Eximo began vacuuming it up. As soon as Aeon heard the sound of suction, he broke into a run towards the village.
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