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Post by Milac on Feb 5, 2015 4:10:37 GMT
Cold wind and white snow. A white haired angel approached the site of a fallen starship buried beneath the snow, a child with green skin sat on his knees covered in a thin layer of snow. The green child’s eyes opened widely to stare at the divine figure, but its form was completely made of light. As he continued to stare at this approaching androgynous form Milac could not discern the person before him, but he could feel the energy of what felt like thousands of entities within this one being.
A familiar feeling crawled upon the child’s senses, a feeling of death that not only made his little green antenna twitch, but caused his nose to fill up with the smell of death. The entity of pure light seemed to darken in its center slowly, and from within the darkness of the silhouette a shadow seemed to outreach a hand towards the small Namekian. Now within range, the shadowy hand coming from the light creature’s center met with the skull of the child.
Breathing heavily, the child tried to break free of the grasp of the shadow. Despite this struggle, the hand seemed to effortlessly behead the child, leaving his body robed in white to fall to the ground. The head of the child seemed to stay alive, gasping for air with a look of horror on his face. Within moments the head was pulled into the black abyss that was forming on the creature’s stomach.
As the head entered the darkness, it floated into nothingness. As it grew darker, the eyes upon disembodied head began to close softly.
As one pair of eyes closed, another pair opened. The same Namekian child stared up at an ivory covered ceiling in a small hut that had about five feet of space. The child’s bed was very simple, a slab in the wall that was carved out to fit the body of an adult Namekian. Standing up quietly, the little green child observed that the other two children his age that he shared this igloo like hut with were still fast asleep. Letting out a sigh, the child continued forward and out of the small hut.
“Still late…” Milac said as he exited the door to the little hut that he was in. The sky was bright with a full moon, and the green fields of Namek were blanketed by a perfect twilight. Milac rubbed his eyes as he moved away from the hut and the rest of the village.
“I haven’t had a full night of sleep in so long…” Milac thought to himself as he walked barefooted onto the dewy grass. He was in his pajamas, an “I Love Bao” t-shirt from earth that he had fashioned into a robe for himself. He looked into the sky, watching as stars shot by him.
As he got a little bit further from the village, Milac sat upon the hills and looked towards his quaint little existence. Six tiny little huts were he and his brethren lived, studying the ways of the mystical dragon clan. Yet unlike all of the others, Milac was wide awake. Ever since his journey to earth his dreams had become increasingly more vivid and disturbing. Something there had triggered him to develop his senses more acutely than normal, but he wasn’t able to handle it.
Milac turned his head away from the village towards one of his favorite places. It was a small pond on the outskirts of the village, surrounding it were small trees that looked as if they were made of stalks of broccoli. The child began waddling slowly down the hill, deciding that some meditation by the pond might put his mind at ease.
As he arrived at the pond Milac stood in front of it and looked into the sacred pool. The twilight of the stars and moon reflected perfectly upon the surface of the water, as if he were staring into the sky. He got onto a knee and he splashed himself in the face with water, causing the surface of the pool to ripple softly. After the Namekian rubbed his eyes with the soothing fresh water, he looked back down into the pool.
When he looked down at his own reflection, Milac was horrified to see was pair of red eyes and prismatic hair standing behind his figure. He let out a gasp as the familiar being behind him grabbed at the back of his head, grabbing it and effortlessly ripping it at the neck line. In fear Milac splashed the illusionary reflection and turned around.
No red eyed being was stalking behind him, but the world around him had turned into a fiery hell. The twilight above was covered in a thick black smog and everything around him was alight with fire. The very grass appeared singed and black. Milac quickly began racing up the hill and back towards his village. Upon getting to the top of the hill he could see the little huts where he and his fellows resided ablaze with fire. He began hearing voices calling out to him.
“Milac… Milac… … Milac...” an echoing voice called out to him. With a frightened look the child began running, but the ground around him seemed to collapse into ruin. Before he knew it Milac felt like he was falling into an abyss of blackness, just as he had earlier. He could still hear the sound of his name being chanted in the background.
“Milac! Wake up!” Milac heard as his eyes opened slowly. Another little green face was in front of him, tugging at his “I Love Bao” robes. Startled, Milac found himself laying down on top of the very hill that his dream had led him to. It was a sunny day on Namek, and Milac shuddered as he looked at the other namekian child.
“Come on Milac, you can’t keep leaving the hut to sleep out here,” The other Namekian child said. "You'll dry up in the sun one of these days!"
Milac nodded, though he had no control over his sleep walking. Rubbing his eyes, Milac stood up and walked away from the other boy without saying a word. He couldn’t help but feel a great distance between the innocent boy in front of him who he was much like at one point, and the tortured soul that he had become. For all Milac knew, this was just another layer of dream that would end in further horror.
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Koramund
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Post by Koramund on Feb 5, 2015 22:04:23 GMT
Lord Milac! Good to see the Ambassador returning to proper duties. You will have a base PL of 2921 to start you off. Now go forth, restore your role and become the proper... child you are! Scargot
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