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a new beginning [Completed]
Character(s): Wander
Content: Wander comes to Paixao
Setting: Muspelheim
Time: the middle of Sunday
Warnings: mild Colossus gore and violence
With a plunge of the sword and a spray of black blood, it was over; Malus had creaked under the weight of its own body and crumbled into lifeless stone, the final colossus was dead. Black tendrils shot up towards the mountain slayer, rushing into his torso and giving its fallen spirit to the hero. Though, he was not a hero at all, his selfish actions surmounted to nothing.
The wanderer’s mind played over the events that followed; his possession, Dormin, those soldier’s and Mono, was she even revived, that was what this was all for. Was it worth it?
In a shock of awareness, Wander opened his eyes and, once his vision cleared, realized he was looking at what seemed like a painted sky, graced with golden flames that darted about the clouds. There was something distinctly wrong when the sky was curved and eventually led straight into the ground not a short distance away. It was completely alien to the traveler, yet it filled him with a feeling of almost docile content.
Wander stood and began to let his eyes explore the beauty of his surroundings, the crisp grasses, and reflective surfaces that graced this pristinely kept world. And then, a subtle realization drew over him.
“So, I am dead…” he thought out loud.
A voice with two parts, booming male and ghostly female replied,
~Thy still live, Thy next foe is this land; it draws many and hides reality. Survive its trials and return to the chapel~
Wander ignored the voices, he had no more business with them and he never planned to have any with them again. Instead, he walked of his own accord towards a large proceeding a short distance off, wondering what caused such a fuss. Wander found that the line had formed out of people trying to get into what was beyond that gate. With no other obvious exits, Wander chose to join them.
The line progressed fairly quickly and Wander stepped up to the small booth. The man inside gave him a swift glance and asked, “Name?”
“My name is Wander and yours?”
The man in the booth gave a quick snicker and lifted a large tome, handing it to Wander and giving another chuckle, “Here you go, Wanda.”
Content: Wander comes to Paixao
Setting: Muspelheim
Time: the middle of Sunday
Warnings: mild Colossus gore and violence
With a plunge of the sword and a spray of black blood, it was over; Malus had creaked under the weight of its own body and crumbled into lifeless stone, the final colossus was dead. Black tendrils shot up towards the mountain slayer, rushing into his torso and giving its fallen spirit to the hero. Though, he was not a hero at all, his selfish actions surmounted to nothing.
The wanderer’s mind played over the events that followed; his possession, Dormin, those soldier’s and Mono, was she even revived, that was what this was all for. Was it worth it?
In a shock of awareness, Wander opened his eyes and, once his vision cleared, realized he was looking at what seemed like a painted sky, graced with golden flames that darted about the clouds. There was something distinctly wrong when the sky was curved and eventually led straight into the ground not a short distance away. It was completely alien to the traveler, yet it filled him with a feeling of almost docile content.
Wander stood and began to let his eyes explore the beauty of his surroundings, the crisp grasses, and reflective surfaces that graced this pristinely kept world. And then, a subtle realization drew over him.
“So, I am dead…” he thought out loud.
A voice with two parts, booming male and ghostly female replied,
~Thy still live, Thy next foe is this land; it draws many and hides reality. Survive its trials and return to the chapel~
Wander ignored the voices, he had no more business with them and he never planned to have any with them again. Instead, he walked of his own accord towards a large proceeding a short distance off, wondering what caused such a fuss. Wander found that the line had formed out of people trying to get into what was beyond that gate. With no other obvious exits, Wander chose to join them.
The line progressed fairly quickly and Wander stepped up to the small booth. The man inside gave him a swift glance and asked, “Name?”
“My name is Wander and yours?”
The man in the booth gave a quick snicker and lifted a large tome, handing it to Wander and giving another chuckle, “Here you go, Wanda.”