A Nightmare Reborn
Chapter 1 Part 3
What I had seen could not be more startling. I had sat here for a good long while, picking up the pieces of my fractured mind. All attempts to leave my perch have produced failure. As I battle against the images I had seen, life fled from me, leaving me broken inside. No matter, I'll deposit my mind here. Maybe someone else can make better use of it.
As I made my way from the hillside to the mysterious cave, I realized that it had already been some time since I encountered the beasts here. Where are they? Have they forsaken me, too? Has all of humanity left me to die here? I can't think of that now. I found the cave entrance seemingly carved into the cliff face, and I held my lantern up, shedding some ill-begotten light on what was ahead of me. Not to my surprise, the cave had been used recently, and possessed a form of natural water. As I used my lantern to illuminate each part of the cave, I was pleased to know that it was, for the most part, barren. There was one thing that concerned me, however.
The cave contained more of the half-man corpses, each one bloody and mutilated, most lacking each of their limbs. Because I was not able to locate where the cave ends, I felt concerned, knowing that the hooded beasts may return at a moment's hesitation. As I rested at the pool of water near the cave entrance, I scooped it up with my hands, and drank of its refreshing essence. I additionally filled up a few bottles with the water, and then returned to the nether regions of the cave. As I made my way cautiously through the cave, I understood that there was nothing more for me here. I exited the cave, and went up the pathway that winded around it and up the cliff where it stood.
While scaling the hill I was relieved to know that night had not intruded on me, at least not yet. I decided to make camp upon scaling this hill. When I finally reached the hill's first resting point, I fell to my knee, not because of my windedness but more my hollowing mind. The sound I heard in my head was ghastly, rapid clicks amongst dreaded howls. I covered my ears to no avail, as the sound was not entering them but instead my mind. I lowered to both knees, and cowered at the audible tones that were being produced in my tortured mind. As I shook and churned, I finally became grounded, letting my face drop down into the dirt. When the noise finally stopped, I was transported back into the cave from before, yet this time it was bright, an eerie green tinge lighting everywhere that the eye could see.
Many creatures stood before me, ones who were of what I believed to be Althos' cult. They were not hooven beasts, but more like men with no eyes, mouths, or ears. Each one was additionally absent of hair, and their hands were stubs, no fingers like we are accustomed to. Althia's voice rumbled, although it was a hissing whisper. He said,
"Bring this beast to me. I must have him."
The faceless men approached me, and before they could yet close enough to grab me, they vanished, leaving me back at the camp where I was before. I rose up, searching the horizon for potential predators. None were around, and I needed what has became now precious sleep. I spread out my blanket, not worried about my growing appetite. All will be resolved come morning. As the night swallowed the day, I felt at ease, knowing that the only thing that can strike me as I slumber is my dreams. Although my drams are murderous, they are not the villain that are these ravenous beasts and their controlling mistress that is Althia. Yea, my mind has penciled in Althia as a female, a crimson-clad mistress covered in her followers' blood. Her grotesque visage is only trumped by her malevolent nature, one that must be ancient in origin. Is she the one who brought Sam here? Is she why I have came to this region of hopeless chances and crying betrayals?
Sleep arrived easier than I had imagined. What I saw in my dreams that night was not unlike the world I have stumbled upon. Everywhere, there were beasts, all of them hunting for me with crude torches and poorly constructed weapons. Each moment they were about to find me, they turned back, as if to demonstrate this is some sort of a trick or game. When they finally drew near, they all looked at me, like a murderer on grand trial. Seconds turned to minutes, and eventually they passed their judgement on me, the man beasts deciding to forfeit their pursuit. As they dispersed, I rose to my feet as if to scream, and I was finally pulled out of my dream.
Nothing made sense about my life dream, as symbology is always lost on me. It's as if I were one of them, and the beasts were forced to leave. How could I be one of those monstrosities? I surly have not been up here long enough to resort to primitive decree. Breakfast now, hooch and bread. I will not give into the idiotic ideas of my dreams, despite what my eyes have seen. I must dismiss this all, if only to find Sam. Sam won't stay alive up here for long, not with the challenge placed upon him by Althos and her beasts. Althia is cunning, by far a true mistress. She creates pain for all those who would seek her call, whether madness ensues or not. Her jagged words protect what is a lesson that has been lost on man, one of eternal punishment. What she offers me is unlike what the world below has given to my hapless hands. May her offerings not tempt me, as I feel lured by her sorrowful and haunting song.
Chapter 1 Part 3
What I had seen could not be more startling. I had sat here for a good long while, picking up the pieces of my fractured mind. All attempts to leave my perch have produced failure. As I battle against the images I had seen, life fled from me, leaving me broken inside. No matter, I'll deposit my mind here. Maybe someone else can make better use of it.
As I made my way from the hillside to the mysterious cave, I realized that it had already been some time since I encountered the beasts here. Where are they? Have they forsaken me, too? Has all of humanity left me to die here? I can't think of that now. I found the cave entrance seemingly carved into the cliff face, and I held my lantern up, shedding some ill-begotten light on what was ahead of me. Not to my surprise, the cave had been used recently, and possessed a form of natural water. As I used my lantern to illuminate each part of the cave, I was pleased to know that it was, for the most part, barren. There was one thing that concerned me, however.
The cave contained more of the half-man corpses, each one bloody and mutilated, most lacking each of their limbs. Because I was not able to locate where the cave ends, I felt concerned, knowing that the hooded beasts may return at a moment's hesitation. As I rested at the pool of water near the cave entrance, I scooped it up with my hands, and drank of its refreshing essence. I additionally filled up a few bottles with the water, and then returned to the nether regions of the cave. As I made my way cautiously through the cave, I understood that there was nothing more for me here. I exited the cave, and went up the pathway that winded around it and up the cliff where it stood.
While scaling the hill I was relieved to know that night had not intruded on me, at least not yet. I decided to make camp upon scaling this hill. When I finally reached the hill's first resting point, I fell to my knee, not because of my windedness but more my hollowing mind. The sound I heard in my head was ghastly, rapid clicks amongst dreaded howls. I covered my ears to no avail, as the sound was not entering them but instead my mind. I lowered to both knees, and cowered at the audible tones that were being produced in my tortured mind. As I shook and churned, I finally became grounded, letting my face drop down into the dirt. When the noise finally stopped, I was transported back into the cave from before, yet this time it was bright, an eerie green tinge lighting everywhere that the eye could see.
Many creatures stood before me, ones who were of what I believed to be Althos' cult. They were not hooven beasts, but more like men with no eyes, mouths, or ears. Each one was additionally absent of hair, and their hands were stubs, no fingers like we are accustomed to. Althia's voice rumbled, although it was a hissing whisper. He said,
"Bring this beast to me. I must have him."
The faceless men approached me, and before they could yet close enough to grab me, they vanished, leaving me back at the camp where I was before. I rose up, searching the horizon for potential predators. None were around, and I needed what has became now precious sleep. I spread out my blanket, not worried about my growing appetite. All will be resolved come morning. As the night swallowed the day, I felt at ease, knowing that the only thing that can strike me as I slumber is my dreams. Although my drams are murderous, they are not the villain that are these ravenous beasts and their controlling mistress that is Althia. Yea, my mind has penciled in Althia as a female, a crimson-clad mistress covered in her followers' blood. Her grotesque visage is only trumped by her malevolent nature, one that must be ancient in origin. Is she the one who brought Sam here? Is she why I have came to this region of hopeless chances and crying betrayals?
Sleep arrived easier than I had imagined. What I saw in my dreams that night was not unlike the world I have stumbled upon. Everywhere, there were beasts, all of them hunting for me with crude torches and poorly constructed weapons. Each moment they were about to find me, they turned back, as if to demonstrate this is some sort of a trick or game. When they finally drew near, they all looked at me, like a murderer on grand trial. Seconds turned to minutes, and eventually they passed their judgement on me, the man beasts deciding to forfeit their pursuit. As they dispersed, I rose to my feet as if to scream, and I was finally pulled out of my dream.
Nothing made sense about my life dream, as symbology is always lost on me. It's as if I were one of them, and the beasts were forced to leave. How could I be one of those monstrosities? I surly have not been up here long enough to resort to primitive decree. Breakfast now, hooch and bread. I will not give into the idiotic ideas of my dreams, despite what my eyes have seen. I must dismiss this all, if only to find Sam. Sam won't stay alive up here for long, not with the challenge placed upon him by Althos and her beasts. Althia is cunning, by far a true mistress. She creates pain for all those who would seek her call, whether madness ensues or not. Her jagged words protect what is a lesson that has been lost on man, one of eternal punishment. What she offers me is unlike what the world below has given to my hapless hands. May her offerings not tempt me, as I feel lured by her sorrowful and haunting song.
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