| hell.exe - Entry 5 | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Aug 27 2009, 08:51 PM (48 Views) | |
| Wary | Aug 27 2009, 08:51 PM Post #1 |
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Let's be weird
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The child opened his eyes and looked around, focusing for the first time since he was freed. His awareness and memory began to stir as he spotted the bits of dust in the blackness, the remnants of his beginning. He felt oddly attached to these things, wished them to gather in front of him. And so, as if to obey his command, they did. The child reached out and touched the orb formed by these things, holding it close as his first possession. His attention was quickly taken by hundreds of tiny lights in the blackness. He wanted to go out and to meet one of them, and so his tiny body floated with his little toy. Slowly the mass grew larger and larger in his view until suddenly a gust of air pushed against him. He felt the rush of wind for the first time as the deep blue grew closer. A grey object interrupted the perfect blue, and he became aware that it was close to him. Coming from inside he felt two points of unbelievable power and information. As he approached he began to feel this power and information inside. I... can't die now... Instantly he had learned hundreds of useful words, and understood that this was a transport vehicle belonging to two human beings, floating above a planet. He realized what he was missing: clothing and a name. A name was a matter of perusing what he had learned... eventually he settled to call himself Zephyr, because it meant wind, his first true sensation, and had an air of the ancient and the cosmos. It was just as lofty and mysterious as his own origins. He looked at the dust in his hands and wondered what it could have been from. If intelligent beings were born from either eggs or their mothers... eggs only cracked a few ways. They didn't crumble to grains of sand. Zephyr turned his mind away from that to realize that wherever he came from, he had some power. A newborn baby wasn't able to call forth objects by magic; living things couldn't breathe in space; ordinary beings couldn't instantly take in the understandings of others around them. Questions had to wait. He was a newborn baby with ridiculous powers clinging onto the side of a jet where someone was about to die. He knew what he had to do: he willed the man's wounds to be healed. He felt the man's shock, relief, happiness, everything. He wondered whether he should present himself to these people. No, he needed to explore this place further. With one last will of power he forced the keys to move, to add an entry to the man's journal. Just so he would know how he was saved. Farewell, Eli and Ein Hedgington... let us hope that our journeys are equally successful. |
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