A Nightmare Reborn
Chapter 2 Part 2
What is this loss of my mind? Is this really my sister? What is she doing in such a desperate state? Had she traveled here to deter me away from my fair mistress? Althia is mine! Away, away! You tried to have her all to your all-encompassing filthy hands! Candace, you tried to kill me, but I was the one to kill you!
The fire came to an end with a loud, sparkling crackle, and I sat next to her body. It appears as nothing more than an innate skeletal wisp now. As my eyes returned to this world, I noticed her diminished corporal countenance had two long horns protruding from her split skull. Is that what she really was? No, her beastly soul attempts to charm me from the netherworld. She wants my distrust in my goddess, so she that may attempt to make me unhappy once again. Her curses have crippled me for way too long, I will not let her take me further. One life of venom and spite has bit my back for far too long. She will be denied by me, for I will not yield my loathing any more.
There's nothing that could be seen from here, as the environment around me ceased and disappeared. My pack was ready, rid this place to be. There's a small chasm ahead, perhaps hiding what unseen objective that drives me further. As I crept forward, my footsteps echoed at an agonizing pitch that shredded my inner ear. Each pace I traversed brought an anvil of weight upon my bleeding soul, it seeping out a dark green ooze that permeated in my frozen chest. Yes, the air was stinging my exposed flesh to a cold blue hue that throbbed with short but terrible lashes that kept me moving, finding that the place that I so sought was there. If my delusions are not lying to me, this opening in the side of this lower hill will wind through this region and out to an otherwise unaccessible zone amongst these massively complex hills. We call Catskill a mountain but its surrounding supporting hills makes this a semi-large and autonomous region. If Sam did truly come here, it may take all of the month or longer to find him or what may remain of this faceless soul that Alice urged me to track down. Track down, I say, at least in passing, as it may be a tumultuous task to even believe that I may accomplish this search. Who knows? This place is rather inviting, as I now have a lover in Althia. She adores me, too, as she lets me slay beasts to my shallow heart's content. What could be better, or more gratifying? We do not shape our lives out of periods of inertia, but more times we decide to be isolated amidst indecisiveness. If we don't move out of the fathomless abyss that pulls us under we are required by usual doctrine to live out our lives in a suspenseful state of passivity. Cursed we are, denying what our primitive conscious can do. Without insanity we are chained to a cycling world of monotony that destroys our body’s connection to the sleeping mind. The sleeping mind is what conceives elaborate, meticulated processes that can leap hurdles that our illegitimate society stumbles nearly every hapless wayward mind with. They have their way, and my mistress has hers. My mistress gives lucidity through what bleak visions are provided. Her gifts, no matter how burdening or lessening, is brilliant, breathtaking. She spoke of Candace's treachery, and I exacted my revenge. That snake, how dare that female viper follow me here to try to kill me when I was weak, sleeping like a mere babe. I always knew you wanted me to die, for you blamed me always for our mother's death. How naive you were, as I also blamed myself for mother's death. Didn't you know I would rather have died than mother? Dang you, Candace, you were always so cruel to me, stealing what milk was provisioned to me by my ailing mother. No matter. Althia's power will make the dead walk. Mother will live and you won't, as Althia pleases only her chosen. Revel, sister! I am enlightened as you are condemned!
Chapter 2 Part 2
What is this loss of my mind? Is this really my sister? What is she doing in such a desperate state? Had she traveled here to deter me away from my fair mistress? Althia is mine! Away, away! You tried to have her all to your all-encompassing filthy hands! Candace, you tried to kill me, but I was the one to kill you!
The fire came to an end with a loud, sparkling crackle, and I sat next to her body. It appears as nothing more than an innate skeletal wisp now. As my eyes returned to this world, I noticed her diminished corporal countenance had two long horns protruding from her split skull. Is that what she really was? No, her beastly soul attempts to charm me from the netherworld. She wants my distrust in my goddess, so she that may attempt to make me unhappy once again. Her curses have crippled me for way too long, I will not let her take me further. One life of venom and spite has bit my back for far too long. She will be denied by me, for I will not yield my loathing any more.
There's nothing that could be seen from here, as the environment around me ceased and disappeared. My pack was ready, rid this place to be. There's a small chasm ahead, perhaps hiding what unseen objective that drives me further. As I crept forward, my footsteps echoed at an agonizing pitch that shredded my inner ear. Each pace I traversed brought an anvil of weight upon my bleeding soul, it seeping out a dark green ooze that permeated in my frozen chest. Yes, the air was stinging my exposed flesh to a cold blue hue that throbbed with short but terrible lashes that kept me moving, finding that the place that I so sought was there. If my delusions are not lying to me, this opening in the side of this lower hill will wind through this region and out to an otherwise unaccessible zone amongst these massively complex hills. We call Catskill a mountain but its surrounding supporting hills makes this a semi-large and autonomous region. If Sam did truly come here, it may take all of the month or longer to find him or what may remain of this faceless soul that Alice urged me to track down. Track down, I say, at least in passing, as it may be a tumultuous task to even believe that I may accomplish this search. Who knows? This place is rather inviting, as I now have a lover in Althia. She adores me, too, as she lets me slay beasts to my shallow heart's content. What could be better, or more gratifying? We do not shape our lives out of periods of inertia, but more times we decide to be isolated amidst indecisiveness. If we don't move out of the fathomless abyss that pulls us under we are required by usual doctrine to live out our lives in a suspenseful state of passivity. Cursed we are, denying what our primitive conscious can do. Without insanity we are chained to a cycling world of monotony that destroys our body’s connection to the sleeping mind. The sleeping mind is what conceives elaborate, meticulated processes that can leap hurdles that our illegitimate society stumbles nearly every hapless wayward mind with. They have their way, and my mistress has hers. My mistress gives lucidity through what bleak visions are provided. Her gifts, no matter how burdening or lessening, is brilliant, breathtaking. She spoke of Candace's treachery, and I exacted my revenge. That snake, how dare that female viper follow me here to try to kill me when I was weak, sleeping like a mere babe. I always knew you wanted me to die, for you blamed me always for our mother's death. How naive you were, as I also blamed myself for mother's death. Didn't you know I would rather have died than mother? Dang you, Candace, you were always so cruel to me, stealing what milk was provisioned to me by my ailing mother. No matter. Althia's power will make the dead walk. Mother will live and you won't, as Althia pleases only her chosen. Revel, sister! I am enlightened as you are condemned!
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