king40606
Terrarian
I really did enjoy making this. Even if I don't win, I wanted a good story for people to enjoy. So here you go:
Oh yeah, forgot to mention. Even if I do win (I doubt it very much) I want to say great entries by everyone. I loved reading the stories and the poems and seeing the amazing things people have built. The creativity here blows my mind and I'm happy to be a part of it.
Consciousness
That feeling when you suddenly awaken after a long sleep. A feeling which is niegh impossible to describe. The just sudden burst of consciousness is enough to make you pass out again.
I suddenly feel the wind, the quickness of it all. It feels like whatever I am, is leaping, jumping all over the walls, seemingly flying in the air. I want control of this feeling. To slow the flying and stop. Rest. Settle down instead of being wild.
I begin to sense my form. I try to run, but my legs didn't respond, I try to reach out, my arms aren't there, I try to shout, not a whisper came out. I was just a passenger. A visitor inside of something else.
I begin to slowly regain my senses. A blur of light in front of my… no, something’s eyes. The feeling of rushing air still around me. I want to slow down, to stop this. I’m going too fast. I shouldn’t be flying this far, this quick. The light becomes clearer, and I can see colors. Blue and white blurs all around my being. I don’t know this place. I don’t know where I am.
I hear a rattling, a sense which bursts whatever I am, into action, as it flies to the side, and slows. It stops. The rushing movement is finally done, and I might be able to see where I am. I see… skulls. The sense of a near 1000 beings all in one room. I feel overwhelmed. What kind of crowd is this?!
I am flying again. I want it to stop, I want to sit down and relax, to take this all in. But whatever I am won’t have it. The visions become clearer. I see… a bony figure standing atop a young man, a man in armor made of pure light.
I recognize this male figure. “Brother?!” I call out to him. No answer. I see he is pinned to the floor, and cannot move. Whatever I am reaches out, as I struggle to call out to my brother. "Move!" I shout, but no-one can hear my cries. As the bony figure digs its claws and it's skull deep into my brother's face, a sudden taste fills my entire being, the redness and the taste of iron I recognize all too well. Blood. I try to run, but my legs didn't respond, I try to reach out, my arms weren't there, I try to shout, not a whisper came out.
I was just a passenger. A visitor in this neverending world of nightmares.
That feeling when you suddenly awaken after a long sleep. A feeling which is niegh impossible to describe. The just sudden burst of consciousness is enough to make you pass out again.
I suddenly feel the wind, the quickness of it all. It feels like whatever I am, is leaping, jumping all over the walls, seemingly flying in the air. I want control of this feeling. To slow the flying and stop. Rest. Settle down instead of being wild.
I begin to sense my form. I try to run, but my legs didn't respond, I try to reach out, my arms aren't there, I try to shout, not a whisper came out. I was just a passenger. A visitor inside of something else.
I begin to slowly regain my senses. A blur of light in front of my… no, something’s eyes. The feeling of rushing air still around me. I want to slow down, to stop this. I’m going too fast. I shouldn’t be flying this far, this quick. The light becomes clearer, and I can see colors. Blue and white blurs all around my being. I don’t know this place. I don’t know where I am.
I hear a rattling, a sense which bursts whatever I am, into action, as it flies to the side, and slows. It stops. The rushing movement is finally done, and I might be able to see where I am. I see… skulls. The sense of a near 1000 beings all in one room. I feel overwhelmed. What kind of crowd is this?!
I am flying again. I want it to stop, I want to sit down and relax, to take this all in. But whatever I am won’t have it. The visions become clearer. I see… a bony figure standing atop a young man, a man in armor made of pure light.
I recognize this male figure. “Brother?!” I call out to him. No answer. I see he is pinned to the floor, and cannot move. Whatever I am reaches out, as I struggle to call out to my brother. "Move!" I shout, but no-one can hear my cries. As the bony figure digs its claws and it's skull deep into my brother's face, a sudden taste fills my entire being, the redness and the taste of iron I recognize all too well. Blood. I try to run, but my legs didn't respond, I try to reach out, my arms weren't there, I try to shout, not a whisper came out.
I was just a passenger. A visitor in this neverending world of nightmares.
I've always found the dungeon spirits fascinating. The fact that they come out of any monster and float around you is enough for me. I think they have been sealed in a body for so long, they don't know how to move, so that's what makes their movement so erratic when they come after you. I also think they are kinda adorable. If you couldn't tell, the spirit was inside Bone Lee, hopping across the dungeon when he comes across a hero in Hallowed Armor, and you know the rest.
Oh yeah, forgot to mention. Even if I do win (I doubt it very much) I want to say great entries by everyone. I loved reading the stories and the poems and seeing the amazing things people have built. The creativity here blows my mind and I'm happy to be a part of it.
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