A Nightmare Reborn
Chapter 3 Part 4
What a blunder I had made. As I came back to the waking world, I realized that the pain in my lower had not died. It's a miracle that I am not paralyzed. As I discovered I could move, I attempted to sit up, failing at first, as the pain that remained was too great. With some effort, I was able to raise my upper half, urging me instinctively to my flask and as I let the stale alcohol intoxicate me quickly, I felt a little bit better, allowing me to force myself to my senses. What I saw before me was what I feared. It was night again. It's unsafe to proceed now. I have no choice but to sit here and take in what I perceive.
The hillside seemed to add a chilling effect that crushed my hope. As long as I can't move, I have to suffer. What was my true nemesis was my own rational mind. It was the last thing that I wanted to hear right now. It made a question as to why I was here. My heart sunk as my delusions died, making me doubt if my life had any real meaning. Some people live a life of what I call rational delusion, beliefs littering the human psyche that make one feel that they have purpose. What purpose belongs to those who do not know to those who do not know madness? They have told me of a strange secret, one that is hidden up here. Ah, yes, they've gifted me with madness once more. Alice was really the other half of the old god Althia, as I've stated, but one more thing is buried in my mind. As I dug it out of the barrows that dotted my oblivious tranquility, I found what I was looking for. Althia was really more the child of Alice's desire, proving she is not barren. If I were to mate with Alice, as Sam, we can bring a daughter that can usher in a new age upon this dark earth. We would name her Allie, and she will replace their demanding god. If I survive long enough to find Alice, we can change the world. The cosmos will bleed as we make life, and the world can end their lies. What my mind tells me is more than simple delusions, but more reverse truth. There's more to lies than you'd believe. Lies can lead you to a different kind of truth should your dreams be as blue and crimson, dripping with vibrant life-giving colors. As the insanity started to swell my head once more, I thanked the cosmos, swigging at my flask, still, laughing inside my head.
It wasn't until the sun started to rise that I could move my legs. They ache, but I can't worry about that now. I fed myself some morsels of bread and lifted each leg up, seeing if they were stable enough to stand. I strapped my bag to my back and slowly rose. My legs throbbed with pain, but I didn't care. I can't stay here. The vision of terror I had last night has left a foul taste in my mouth. To see my missing father…was that really him? I don't have the capacity to understand. He destroyed our happy family, leaving mother to die. Does he want to take my fair Alice from me? Why would he delight in her suffering? All she wanted was for me to be her Sam. Father, why would you forsake my only chance for love? Mother was a beautiful woman. You were a fool to leave us and I will not repeat your sins. Whatever may come of this excursion will be my legacy. Whether I live or die, my mission will be fulfilled. Choosing to chase my insanity is the best thing I've ever done.
The morning has always been cruel to me. As I gazed at the task in front of me, I was blinded to what I may see. The cursed sorrow that entered my soul left me hollow, broken. What is sin, what is sin. I've left my heart in pieces, too far spread to find. I know that this life will be my last of all time. I will suffer if I don't spread my wings. Should the sirens sing I will enter a greater meaning, moving peacefully towards the rocks. What hardship I take is what I sought. It belongs to me, whispering in the cold, dark night. My greatest fear isn't far from sight. Let bygones die, as my hearts leaves this life. Curse you, father. If I find you again, I'll kill both of us. You are the one who broke my trust. Rot, rot forever, let love burn to ember. What it is to die is but a dream, vast and empty.
Chapter 3 Part 4
What a blunder I had made. As I came back to the waking world, I realized that the pain in my lower had not died. It's a miracle that I am not paralyzed. As I discovered I could move, I attempted to sit up, failing at first, as the pain that remained was too great. With some effort, I was able to raise my upper half, urging me instinctively to my flask and as I let the stale alcohol intoxicate me quickly, I felt a little bit better, allowing me to force myself to my senses. What I saw before me was what I feared. It was night again. It's unsafe to proceed now. I have no choice but to sit here and take in what I perceive.
The hillside seemed to add a chilling effect that crushed my hope. As long as I can't move, I have to suffer. What was my true nemesis was my own rational mind. It was the last thing that I wanted to hear right now. It made a question as to why I was here. My heart sunk as my delusions died, making me doubt if my life had any real meaning. Some people live a life of what I call rational delusion, beliefs littering the human psyche that make one feel that they have purpose. What purpose belongs to those who do not know to those who do not know madness? They have told me of a strange secret, one that is hidden up here. Ah, yes, they've gifted me with madness once more. Alice was really the other half of the old god Althia, as I've stated, but one more thing is buried in my mind. As I dug it out of the barrows that dotted my oblivious tranquility, I found what I was looking for. Althia was really more the child of Alice's desire, proving she is not barren. If I were to mate with Alice, as Sam, we can bring a daughter that can usher in a new age upon this dark earth. We would name her Allie, and she will replace their demanding god. If I survive long enough to find Alice, we can change the world. The cosmos will bleed as we make life, and the world can end their lies. What my mind tells me is more than simple delusions, but more reverse truth. There's more to lies than you'd believe. Lies can lead you to a different kind of truth should your dreams be as blue and crimson, dripping with vibrant life-giving colors. As the insanity started to swell my head once more, I thanked the cosmos, swigging at my flask, still, laughing inside my head.
It wasn't until the sun started to rise that I could move my legs. They ache, but I can't worry about that now. I fed myself some morsels of bread and lifted each leg up, seeing if they were stable enough to stand. I strapped my bag to my back and slowly rose. My legs throbbed with pain, but I didn't care. I can't stay here. The vision of terror I had last night has left a foul taste in my mouth. To see my missing father…was that really him? I don't have the capacity to understand. He destroyed our happy family, leaving mother to die. Does he want to take my fair Alice from me? Why would he delight in her suffering? All she wanted was for me to be her Sam. Father, why would you forsake my only chance for love? Mother was a beautiful woman. You were a fool to leave us and I will not repeat your sins. Whatever may come of this excursion will be my legacy. Whether I live or die, my mission will be fulfilled. Choosing to chase my insanity is the best thing I've ever done.
The morning has always been cruel to me. As I gazed at the task in front of me, I was blinded to what I may see. The cursed sorrow that entered my soul left me hollow, broken. What is sin, what is sin. I've left my heart in pieces, too far spread to find. I know that this life will be my last of all time. I will suffer if I don't spread my wings. Should the sirens sing I will enter a greater meaning, moving peacefully towards the rocks. What hardship I take is what I sought. It belongs to me, whispering in the cold, dark night. My greatest fear isn't far from sight. Let bygones die, as my hearts leaves this life. Curse you, father. If I find you again, I'll kill both of us. You are the one who broke my trust. Rot, rot forever, let love burn to ember. What it is to die is but a dream, vast and empty.
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