[ Woah, creative writing from Ghost about zombie man– Who would've guessed? like always, don't Metagame and ENJOY!! ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ ]
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Always the same dream– He found himself inside a tavern, the dim light casting shadows over the empty tables. Across from him sat a lone figure, their identity distorted beyond recognition.
𝕎𝕙𝕪 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤?
The familiar voice asked bluntly, shattering the pattern of his dreams.. Quite the change from what used to be a few questions and not much more. That question was unusual, it felt strangely personal.
𝕎𝕙𝕪 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕙? 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕥? ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕦𝕡 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖?
His youth was far from troubled; he had been blessed with a loving family– He had parents, siblings– He lived a childhood filled with joy and laughter. Despite the occasional mischief he caused, theirs had been a happy home..
ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕥? 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕠 𝕨𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕘?
The Tiefling took a deep breath, it used to help him back then– “This is just a dream.. You’ll wake up anytime soon.” An attempt to shatter the dream, no longer wishing to be there.
He found himself in another location. It seemed to be a garden, the best way to describe it was a sea of bleeding fruits– Ike's gaze was fixated on a distant tree, beneath which laid a hand protruding from the ground, its fingers outstretched as if reaching for something out of its grasp while whoever's body it was remained hidden.
Each step he took only wrought more destruction. With each movement, the crimson liquid that tainted the surroundings seemed to cling to him, further staining his being. Ike’s once vibrant physique had withered, devoid from the vitality it possessed at the start of the dream.
Drawing closer to the tree, he observed saplings emerging from the earth, encircling the main tree. Among them lay bodies. Yet, these bodies bled not crimson, but a pure, golden hue– Sacrifices.
ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕖..?–
The tree loomed before him, its branches stretching towards the heavens like accusing fingers. As he reached the base of the tree, Ike's gaze fell upon the hand protruding from the ground, still desperately reaching for something beyond its grasp.
But it was the sight of his own body lying beneath the tree that truly struck him. There, beneath the shade of the gnarled branches, lay Ike's lifeless self. Unlike the corpses littering the ground around him, his blood was pitch black, tainted.
For a moment, Ike stood in silence, his thoughts swirling like the leaves rustling in the breeze. With a heavy heart, Ike reached out to touch his lifeless body– As his fingers brushed against the cold skin..
ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕥? 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕙 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗-𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟?
𝕊𝕖𝕝𝕗𝕚𝕤𝕙– ℍ𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕒𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗𝕚𝕤𝕙.
A sense of acceptance washed over him, “You’ll wake up anytime soon.” He muttered to himself, taking yet another deep breath.
Knowing he was about to wake up, he offered one last apology, a prayer for forgiveness– Seeking solace for the lives he had taken, those sacrificed for his selfish desires.
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Always the same dream– He found himself inside a tavern, the dim light casting shadows over the empty tables. Across from him sat a lone figure, their identity distorted beyond recognition.
𝕎𝕙𝕪 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤?
The familiar voice asked bluntly, shattering the pattern of his dreams.. Quite the change from what used to be a few questions and not much more. That question was unusual, it felt strangely personal.
𝕎𝕙𝕪 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕙? 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕥? ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕦𝕡 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖?
His youth was far from troubled; he had been blessed with a loving family– He had parents, siblings– He lived a childhood filled with joy and laughter. Despite the occasional mischief he caused, theirs had been a happy home..
ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕥? 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕠 𝕨𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕘?
The Tiefling took a deep breath, it used to help him back then– “This is just a dream.. You’ll wake up anytime soon.” An attempt to shatter the dream, no longer wishing to be there.
He found himself in another location. It seemed to be a garden, the best way to describe it was a sea of bleeding fruits– Ike's gaze was fixated on a distant tree, beneath which laid a hand protruding from the ground, its fingers outstretched as if reaching for something out of its grasp while whoever's body it was remained hidden.
Each step he took only wrought more destruction. With each movement, the crimson liquid that tainted the surroundings seemed to cling to him, further staining his being. Ike’s once vibrant physique had withered, devoid from the vitality it possessed at the start of the dream.
Drawing closer to the tree, he observed saplings emerging from the earth, encircling the main tree. Among them lay bodies. Yet, these bodies bled not crimson, but a pure, golden hue– Sacrifices.
ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕖..?–
The tree loomed before him, its branches stretching towards the heavens like accusing fingers. As he reached the base of the tree, Ike's gaze fell upon the hand protruding from the ground, still desperately reaching for something beyond its grasp.
But it was the sight of his own body lying beneath the tree that truly struck him. There, beneath the shade of the gnarled branches, lay Ike's lifeless self. Unlike the corpses littering the ground around him, his blood was pitch black, tainted.
For a moment, Ike stood in silence, his thoughts swirling like the leaves rustling in the breeze. With a heavy heart, Ike reached out to touch his lifeless body– As his fingers brushed against the cold skin..
ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕥? 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕙 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗-𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟?
𝕊𝕖𝕝𝕗𝕚𝕤𝕙– ℍ𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕒𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗𝕚𝕤𝕙.
A sense of acceptance washed over him, “You’ll wake up anytime soon.” He muttered to himself, taking yet another deep breath.
Knowing he was about to wake up, he offered one last apology, a prayer for forgiveness– Seeking solace for the lives he had taken, those sacrificed for his selfish desires.
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