11-04-2007, 03:41 PM
Paranoia.
A man in thorn clothes, once a proud assassin, and now just a shadow of his former self. He has the looks of someone who has not slept for days, with his whole body shaking, and his legs almost failing under his weight.
His gaze shifts constantly between every man, every woman, and every corner. Face pale with fear, mind filled with distrust, a worn out body to drag around.
It all became worse after his friend's disappearance, as if the nightmares weren't enough. The darkness that enveloped him at night had its own voice, a voice that spoke in an incomprehensible tongue.
Not far from dying from starvation, destiny brought this man to thread his partner's last steps, bringing him upon the library once more.
He felt himself being pulled towards the entrance, but he was too weak, too tired to even bother putting some thought on it.
Soon he was upon the trap door his friend had once found.
Strange enough as it was, it seemed that the commoners inside the library took no notice of him, or the door.
This door slowly opened, as this man's shadow opened the trap door. He merely narrowed his gaze at what happened, and proceeded as if being carried by his shadow, down the stairwell.
The door slammed behind him, but he did not bother looking back.
Darkness enveloped him fully, as he followed the chanting deeper and deeper into the cave. He was like a walking corpse, no emotion, no thoughts, no regrets.
One of the voices became familiar as he dragged himself further, it was the voice of his partner. That same voice told this man what had been told to him before, and he too was consumed by the shadows.
An uncertain path lead this man to a greater purpose, as one of the few chosen to give up their humanity to become one with their own shadow.
A man in thorn clothes, once a proud assassin, and now just a shadow of his former self. He has the looks of someone who has not slept for days, with his whole body shaking, and his legs almost failing under his weight.
His gaze shifts constantly between every man, every woman, and every corner. Face pale with fear, mind filled with distrust, a worn out body to drag around.
It all became worse after his friend's disappearance, as if the nightmares weren't enough. The darkness that enveloped him at night had its own voice, a voice that spoke in an incomprehensible tongue.
Not far from dying from starvation, destiny brought this man to thread his partner's last steps, bringing him upon the library once more.
He felt himself being pulled towards the entrance, but he was too weak, too tired to even bother putting some thought on it.
Soon he was upon the trap door his friend had once found.
Strange enough as it was, it seemed that the commoners inside the library took no notice of him, or the door.
This door slowly opened, as this man's shadow opened the trap door. He merely narrowed his gaze at what happened, and proceeded as if being carried by his shadow, down the stairwell.
The door slammed behind him, but he did not bother looking back.
Darkness enveloped him fully, as he followed the chanting deeper and deeper into the cave. He was like a walking corpse, no emotion, no thoughts, no regrets.
One of the voices became familiar as he dragged himself further, it was the voice of his partner. That same voice told this man what had been told to him before, and he too was consumed by the shadows.
An uncertain path lead this man to a greater purpose, as one of the few chosen to give up their humanity to become one with their own shadow.