The moment you open the door;
you feel a tugging.
An Ethereal stigmata that reverberates throughout the very quantum makeup of your being.
you feel a tugging.
An Ethereal stigmata that reverberates throughout the very quantum makeup of your being.
And are lifted, body and soul.
across the threshold,
and into the skies!
You soar.
gliding effortlessly through the air above a country town toward a small, brick building in what looks like someone's backyard.
floating through the door;
you alight in the room beyond.
The moment your feet hit the ground,
N’s voice booms throughout the world like thunder, rolling in from every direction;
Narrating our story as it begins:
" Betwixt forbidden tomes of AngeleFyre;
sacred language of souls desire;
Take my hand.
Ill show to you;
The hidden worlds inside of you.
This is, Chapter one:
'Trial's in Fire!'
David awakes.
A bleary,
sleepy,
troubled face.
Eyes reflective of burden like only a child's can;
sun-light streaming through his open window.
The boy replaces the book he’d fallen asleep reading across the ample pile that had accumulated upon his bed-side drawers.
He’d been soaring across bluest skies the night before.
Amidst secret wonders that lie beyond the pages.
Pages that to David transcended mere paper and ink;
every page, a secret map of rhunic word.
A deep magic rippling with Ancient, Eldritch power;
a living breathing existence of Ice and Fire;
A world-Soul:
That realm where words and wonders came to life within the mind of a child.
But despite happiness the boy found within them,
there could never be true happiness while the shadows gripped his heart here in this world.
The boy simply lay there a while, staring emptily at his ceiling; reluctant to go into the house.
If it were up to him, he would stay out here in his shed with his books forever.
Where they could no longer hurt him…
He knew that if he stayed they would yell at him for hiding out here.
But on the other hand they were bound to find something to shout at him for regardless.
They always did.
Reluctantly,
From within the dark David came.
The child steeled his broken soul;
And walked out into a bright new day…
************
The world warps and changes about you,
an ethereal,
existential,
time-space dance.
Betwixt untold wonders:
Hidden archaic wonders, that lie beyond the Infinitium;
A cosmic Dance of all things beyond the stars.
Before you can say with all certainty that you really just witnessed the wonders you did,
The world reforms into a more tangible reality.
Flowing into the shape of the back alleys of a boy's childhood town.
And with the Dreamers stage set for Dreaming;
Our tale commences once more.
Alice.
The girl smiles and it's like the concentrated form of sunshine itself;
An anomaly that materializes within;
a wave of hope and of warmth.
David smiles.
And in that small,
beautiful moment.
The boy's World was good.
********************
"Alice..."
The fear that laced the boy’s usually timid tone,
chased a chill down her spine. David took her arm and looked into her eyes with those big empty orbs of his.
And uttered a single word that echoed infinitely within her mind.
“Run.”
Alice ran.
She didn’t think.
Didn’t cry.
That look in David’s eyes…
Alice ran.
*******************
David turned,
Troubled gaze filled with an uncharacteristic intent, fiery will blazing behind tired eyes.
Something was coming.
Something…
…twisted…
And from a nightmare stepped abomination.
A shadow beyond all shadows;
Darkness devouring darkness.
An apex horror, transcendent of even man’s darkest of dreams;
the unholy essence of fear itself
And in that darkness,
That fear of all fears...
The world trembled.
Shook. WRITHED,
in its abhorrent grasp...
And a boy,
Eyes ablaze with Blue-Fire,
David. The child of man.
Stood his ground.
A moment was formed.
A moment more than moment.
An anomaly of dragon's fire that slumbers within the souls of man; Bursting free in the form of true strength that ignites the soul.
The warrior of man.
David the boy.
Stood against the darkness.
And a battle of leviathans was joined.
*****
In this life twixt beauty and fire,
Piercing the darkness,
True soils choir;
They sing not in words or material things.
But in the language of truths that give our souls wings ...
Listen. ...
Child of man.
The quiet it brings...
Can you hear it?
The strength.
The will.
The fire your heart sings?~
**********
The boy drop's into a Thai-boxing stance,
throwing a thunderous lightning barrage of strikes at his foe.
It comes to him fluidly; instinctively:
Though he had never been trained in his life.
It was almost as though they had fought this battle before in a dream or a life long ago.
Clearly more than a match for the boy,
his adversary drop's into something reminiscent of ancient Kung-Fu,
fore-fist a blur as it deflects the boy’s attacks with ease.
After first contact.
The boy knew.
He knew that the fight was hopeless.
But…
…In the depths of his soul…
…blue-flame…
a secret pulled from the Ethereal stream of secrets itself;
flowed into being about the boy’s neck
The anomaly pulsed.
And a wave of blue phosphorescence engulfed David's world.
…
...
White.
....
….
Pure White.
....
....
Nothing
******
~Click for chapter 2~
gliding effortlessly through the air above a country town toward a small, brick building in what looks like someone's backyard.
floating through the door;
you alight in the room beyond.
The moment your feet hit the ground,
N’s voice booms throughout the world like thunder, rolling in from every direction;
Narrating our story as it begins:
" Betwixt forbidden tomes of AngeleFyre;
sacred language of souls desire;
Take my hand.
Ill show to you;
The hidden worlds inside of you.
This is, Chapter one:
'Trial's in Fire!'
David awakes.
A bleary,
sleepy,
troubled face.
Eyes reflective of burden like only a child's can;
sun-light streaming through his open window.
The boy replaces the book he’d fallen asleep reading across the ample pile that had accumulated upon his bed-side drawers.
He’d been soaring across bluest skies the night before.
Amidst secret wonders that lie beyond the pages.
Pages that to David transcended mere paper and ink;
every page, a secret map of rhunic word.
A deep magic rippling with Ancient, Eldritch power;
a living breathing existence of Ice and Fire;
A world-Soul:
That realm where words and wonders came to life within the mind of a child.
But despite happiness the boy found within them,
there could never be true happiness while the shadows gripped his heart here in this world.
The boy simply lay there a while, staring emptily at his ceiling; reluctant to go into the house.
If it were up to him, he would stay out here in his shed with his books forever.
Where they could no longer hurt him…
He knew that if he stayed they would yell at him for hiding out here.
But on the other hand they were bound to find something to shout at him for regardless.
They always did.
Reluctantly,
From within the dark David came.
The child steeled his broken soul;
And walked out into a bright new day…
************
The world warps and changes about you,
an ethereal,
existential,
time-space dance.
Betwixt untold wonders:
Hidden archaic wonders, that lie beyond the Infinitium;
A cosmic Dance of all things beyond the stars.
Before you can say with all certainty that you really just witnessed the wonders you did,
The world reforms into a more tangible reality.
Flowing into the shape of the back alleys of a boy's childhood town.
And with the Dreamers stage set for Dreaming;
Our tale commences once more.
Alice.
The girl smiles and it's like the concentrated form of sunshine itself;
An anomaly that materializes within;
a wave of hope and of warmth.
David smiles.
And in that small,
beautiful moment.
The boy's World was good.
********************
"Alice..."
The fear that laced the boy’s usually timid tone,
chased a chill down her spine. David took her arm and looked into her eyes with those big empty orbs of his.
And uttered a single word that echoed infinitely within her mind.
“Run.”
Alice ran.
She didn’t think.
Didn’t cry.
That look in David’s eyes…
Alice ran.
*******************
David turned,
Troubled gaze filled with an uncharacteristic intent, fiery will blazing behind tired eyes.
Something was coming.
Something…
…twisted…
And from a nightmare stepped abomination.
A shadow beyond all shadows;
Darkness devouring darkness.
An apex horror, transcendent of even man’s darkest of dreams;
the unholy essence of fear itself
And in that darkness,
That fear of all fears...
The world trembled.
Shook. WRITHED,
in its abhorrent grasp...
And a boy,
Eyes ablaze with Blue-Fire,
David. The child of man.
Stood his ground.
A moment was formed.
A moment more than moment.
An anomaly of dragon's fire that slumbers within the souls of man; Bursting free in the form of true strength that ignites the soul.
The warrior of man.
David the boy.
Stood against the darkness.
And a battle of leviathans was joined.
*****
In this life twixt beauty and fire,
Piercing the darkness,
True soils choir;
They sing not in words or material things.
But in the language of truths that give our souls wings ...
Listen. ...
Child of man.
The quiet it brings...
Can you hear it?
The strength.
The will.
The fire your heart sings?~
**********
The boy drop's into a Thai-boxing stance,
throwing a thunderous lightning barrage of strikes at his foe.
It comes to him fluidly; instinctively:
Though he had never been trained in his life.
It was almost as though they had fought this battle before in a dream or a life long ago.
Clearly more than a match for the boy,
his adversary drop's into something reminiscent of ancient Kung-Fu,
fore-fist a blur as it deflects the boy’s attacks with ease.
After first contact.
The boy knew.
He knew that the fight was hopeless.
But…
…In the depths of his soul…
…blue-flame…
~Flared~
And a glowing treasure of life, the dust,a secret pulled from the Ethereal stream of secrets itself;
flowed into being about the boy’s neck
The anomaly pulsed.
And a wave of blue phosphorescence engulfed David's world.
…
...
White.
....
….
Pure White.
....
....
Nothing
******
~Click for chapter 2~
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