Loosely based on my life
Blue-Fire Phoenix: Chapter Zero
Take my hand
walk with me to another world
walk with me to another world
through a door made of words alone...
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You open your eyes to impenetrable darkness.The only sound your ears can discern; the gentle patter of dripping water.
You stand for a moment. Contemplating.
~How did I get here~
A light appears in the distance. Moving closer.
Becoming bit by bit more discernible in the midnight cloak about you.
It isn't until it is almost upon you that you realize it emanates from an old oil-powered lantern,
clasped in hand of an aged gentleman wearing an old-fashioned butler outfit.
Becoming bit by bit more discernible in the midnight cloak about you.
It isn't until it is almost upon you that you realize it emanates from an old oil-powered lantern,
clasped in hand of an aged gentleman wearing an old-fashioned butler outfit.
The man reaches you,
the light illuminating the space you occupy:
You stand in the midst of what looks like a long, dark corridor;
black marble walls run with water that pools into a stream at your feet.
It’s difficult to see far.
But you can barely make out what look like sealed vaults continuing endlessly into the darkness on either side.
The man hails you with his free hand. Bowing formally as he reaches you.
“Page-Walker.”
His voice is deep and mellow, almost musical.
A delight to listen to you think as he moves forward,
shaking your hand warmly in both of his;
hands soft and wrinkled with age yet a grasp both firm and friendly.
“We’ve been expecting you,” says the man with a smile;
genuine pleasure at making your acquaintance in his voice.
"You may call me 'N'. I have been instructed to be your guide upon your journey here."
"you are probably wondering where 'Here' is, Correct?”
an intuitive expression upon the old man's kindly, weathered face;
as though beyond that visage lay boundless wisdom honed throughout decades of deepest thought.
“Come. Wander with me a while my friend. I shall explain on the way.”
The old man turns, gesturing for you to follow with a formal wave of his hand; your footsteps and his creating rippling tapestries across the water.
“You're looking mighty fine in those threads; A spectacular choice of garments if you don't mind me saying so,"
he remarks conversationally as the both of you walk onward into the darkness.
"The Masters have always been of the notion that it's nice for one to be prepared with a good set of clothes,”
He adds with a friendly wink.
You look down, realizing that you are dressed in your best.
N chuckles.
“As for where we are."
"We currently wander the depths of your mind,"
he says, matter-of-factually.
“The Master's have taken up residence down here in order to show you what must be seen.”
The news shock’s you for a moment,
until a part of you realizes that the place does seem oddly familiar;
like you had been here before in a dream.
You come to a halt before a great golden door.
“This is it,”
N runs an aged hand across the brilliant metal,
"Beyond this door lies an All-Secret;
Page-Walker, for the story that lies ahead is a sorrowful tale,
not for those weak of heart.”
N looks deep into your eyes,
as though somehow those vast, blue pools of his;
could somehow look upon the very depths of your soul.
“The decision to continue has to come from you, and you alone"
"Will you pass through the door?”
~Click to open~
But you can barely make out what look like sealed vaults continuing endlessly into the darkness on either side.
The man hails you with his free hand. Bowing formally as he reaches you.
“Page-Walker.”
His voice is deep and mellow, almost musical.
A delight to listen to you think as he moves forward,
shaking your hand warmly in both of his;
hands soft and wrinkled with age yet a grasp both firm and friendly.
“We’ve been expecting you,” says the man with a smile;
genuine pleasure at making your acquaintance in his voice.
"You may call me 'N'. I have been instructed to be your guide upon your journey here."
"you are probably wondering where 'Here' is, Correct?”
an intuitive expression upon the old man's kindly, weathered face;
as though beyond that visage lay boundless wisdom honed throughout decades of deepest thought.
“Come. Wander with me a while my friend. I shall explain on the way.”
The old man turns, gesturing for you to follow with a formal wave of his hand; your footsteps and his creating rippling tapestries across the water.
“You're looking mighty fine in those threads; A spectacular choice of garments if you don't mind me saying so,"
he remarks conversationally as the both of you walk onward into the darkness.
"The Masters have always been of the notion that it's nice for one to be prepared with a good set of clothes,”
He adds with a friendly wink.
You look down, realizing that you are dressed in your best.
N chuckles.
“As for where we are."
"We currently wander the depths of your mind,"
he says, matter-of-factually.
“The Master's have taken up residence down here in order to show you what must be seen.”
The news shock’s you for a moment,
until a part of you realizes that the place does seem oddly familiar;
like you had been here before in a dream.
You come to a halt before a great golden door.
“This is it,”
N runs an aged hand across the brilliant metal,
"Beyond this door lies an All-Secret;
a secret hidden amongst the folds of this tangent space and time.
where forgotten runic Magickes holds together the beating Eldritch core;
of existence itself."
"Do not make the decision to continue lightly,Page-Walker, for the story that lies ahead is a sorrowful tale,
not for those weak of heart.”
N looks deep into your eyes,
as though somehow those vast, blue pools of his;
could somehow look upon the very depths of your soul.
“The decision to continue has to come from you, and you alone"
"Will you pass through the door?”
~Click to open~
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