Post by Balmung on Jul 7, 2013 15:26:03 GMT -5
There are few things I can remember from the day of my awakening, amidst all of the confusion and anger. But the moment I awoke --that, by stark contrast, I will never forget...
*Zaun*
"Oh... oh dear...," the old voice was brittle like weathered leather, as I heard tapping on metal. "It seems the magic was meant for one use... Pity." I didn't understand it at first. I tried to open my eyes but was met with a burning light. I winced, and squeezed them shut.
"Where am I?" I asked, in a daze. The old voice near me gasped and chuckled, and I could hear the shuffling of his feet on the dirty floor, almost as if it was perpetually covered in debris.
"Awake, are we?" he questioned lightfully. "How are you feeling?" In truth, I felt fine, but I was disoriented and scared. I had no memories prior to waking. I knew not of where I was, or who I was speaking with.
"Where am I?" I asked again, my tone a little more urgent. There was a pause. The old voice said nothing but I could feel his intense gaze on me. After long moments passed, he spoke.
"Serren?" The name was spoken with an uncertain tone, cautious and contained. After my lack of response, the old voice tried again.
"Balmung?" My brow furrowed deeply in confusion. The name held resonance with me, but I did not know why. Suddenly, I was at a disadvantage, and felt far too vulnerable.
"Who are you?" I asked. The old voice laughed in excitement, as if knowing my recognition of the name, and I could hear the shuffling of footsteps once more.
"It worked!" he exclaimed. "Ha ha! It worked!" The shuffling hastened, and thinking back on it now, the old man was most likely dancing. Or at least, whatever his frail body could manage. But it did nothing to ease my mind, and calm my heart.
"What worked?!" I almost screamed. I tried to move, but found myself restrained. My mind was whirling, my heart racing, and I fought against my restraints. "Where am I?! Who are you?! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?!!"
"Oh dear," I could hear the old voice say over my own screaming.
"GET ME OUT OF HERE!! I WANT OUT!! I WANT OUT!!!"
I would repeat myself for several minutes more, until I felt a stinging pain in my neck, and soon after, lose consciousness.
*Zaun*
"Oh... oh dear...," the old voice was brittle like weathered leather, as I heard tapping on metal. "It seems the magic was meant for one use... Pity." I didn't understand it at first. I tried to open my eyes but was met with a burning light. I winced, and squeezed them shut.
"Where am I?" I asked, in a daze. The old voice near me gasped and chuckled, and I could hear the shuffling of his feet on the dirty floor, almost as if it was perpetually covered in debris.
"Awake, are we?" he questioned lightfully. "How are you feeling?" In truth, I felt fine, but I was disoriented and scared. I had no memories prior to waking. I knew not of where I was, or who I was speaking with.
"Where am I?" I asked again, my tone a little more urgent. There was a pause. The old voice said nothing but I could feel his intense gaze on me. After long moments passed, he spoke.
"Serren?" The name was spoken with an uncertain tone, cautious and contained. After my lack of response, the old voice tried again.
"Balmung?" My brow furrowed deeply in confusion. The name held resonance with me, but I did not know why. Suddenly, I was at a disadvantage, and felt far too vulnerable.
"Who are you?" I asked. The old voice laughed in excitement, as if knowing my recognition of the name, and I could hear the shuffling of footsteps once more.
"It worked!" he exclaimed. "Ha ha! It worked!" The shuffling hastened, and thinking back on it now, the old man was most likely dancing. Or at least, whatever his frail body could manage. But it did nothing to ease my mind, and calm my heart.
"What worked?!" I almost screamed. I tried to move, but found myself restrained. My mind was whirling, my heart racing, and I fought against my restraints. "Where am I?! Who are you?! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?!!"
"Oh dear," I could hear the old voice say over my own screaming.
"GET ME OUT OF HERE!! I WANT OUT!! I WANT OUT!!!"
I would repeat myself for several minutes more, until I felt a stinging pain in my neck, and soon after, lose consciousness.