Whispers beckoned closely. Indistinguishable in nature, they clutched at the fringes of Leon's conscience. The sensation they brought with them was akin to rats within the walls of a house's infrastructure. Lately they were becoming louder, words recognizable on sparse occasions. If Leon slept they increased in decibels inside of his head, straight past a normal tone to that of a banshee's wail. Something was approaching. Where it was, Leon had an idea. More than likely it resided on the other side of the channel he had opened up between realms. It begged and pleaded for release, but also more than that. Were Leon to be deemed evil, this presence trumped him ten fold. Misdeeds were repeated again and again in the necromancer's conscience, all of his wrongdoings whispered without chronological order. The presence knew who and what he was. It read his thoughts, will and desire. Nowhere was he safe, not even with himself. Layers and layers of memories were peeled back until Leon found himself in a third person view of his adolescence. To let himself fall asleep had been a mistake, for now he felt helpless as he watched his past unfold once again.
A dream, no. This was a nightmare.
He saw himself, a young stripling, an Elf thirsty for knowledge in the wake of his youth. Texts were strewn across a small wooden table outside of his humble home in Silverwood. He lived there with his mother and younger sister where he lived a simple life. Silverwood as it was, vast and rich in its health. Verdant growth was everywhere, butterflies in the air and birds chirping among the branches. It seemed.. peaceful. To view himself in third person was strange, but Leon had no physical semblance in this remembrance of the past. All he could do was watch. Bright blue eyes looked closer at the books his younger self had been studying, symbols and emblems of the darker magics. Occultism and witchcraft, words relating to nefarious beings, demons. At the time he had been but a budding scholar, a dissatisfied one. He yearned to know more, to make a difference in the world while ignorant to the consequences that came in tandem.
"That's it!" A young Leon suddenly piped out with excitement and enthusiasm. "The confinement sigil!" As an index dragged underneath the words, Leon recited them. "Yu spete wah letro eje dakruta.. Yu cainch ve, yu feuvot ve ec mah fewim.." The language was old and hard to decipher, but Leon picked up and memorized passages as he went. His studies were kept away from his family, who would have likely scolded him for looking into such branches of the arcane. One had to know evil to defeat evil, right? In his mind Leon was doing the right thing.
Leon's young self closed up the book and a cloud of dust sifted up from between the pages. Face brightened and full of eagerness, he got up from his seat and ran off while Leon's current self stood in place, unable to move. Static closed in from his peripherals until it clouded his vision, only to clear up with the revealing of a completely different scene.
Between chasms amidst a series of valleys, craggy rocks and molten earth, Leon took in the new area. Words could be heard, but they were distant like an echo in the back of his head. He remembered them vaguely, remembered saying them. It was a mistake. As understanding sunk into him and he recalled this event, panic set in. Leon's eyes wrenched their vision all over the place until they locked onto where the words were coming from.
There he was.
A young Leon, face bruised with blood running along the side of his skull was holding a book and directed at a figure within a sigil. The ritual had already began. It was too late. Ethereal chains bound the spawn within the circle to the ground, ancient glyphs luminescent against the soil they were embossed upon. "No!" the words came from Leon's throat as he tried to intervene with the ritual of his past, but no sound came out. When Leon attempted to do fell short, his hand going clear through his younger self's body. Like a phantasm, Leon had no grasp on this reality. Try as he may, the only choice left was to watch his past go to ruin once again.
"Ec taka tepano yu fewim zemi wah dakruta teke sta ve. Yu fewim towt lumeya." From the script was read, more passages read thereafter as youthful Leon tried to eliminate the abominable evil trapped in a humanoid vessel. Everything was being recited correctly, but the effect of the words was landing short. Something was off. Though internally stirred, Leon continued until the demon spoke up.
"Ni'uh dona meh luhro, Flet.." The voice was guttural as the demon spoke, dark and malignant. "Ve nau uh gorcep ehnvo. Vey cohv sta defku." A grinding, straining noise reverberated off of the chains that held the demon, which began to rise to its feet with force. "Ve fewim falbestota.." One by one the glyphs flashed and then dissipated in the circle that encompassed the creature until one was left. As the anchoring mechanism shattered a bright light flashed in every direction and a heap of smog whirled into the air and away from the scene. Overwhelmed by the dark magic, young Leon laid upon the ground, unconscious.
"Wake up.. wake up.. WAKE UP!" Leon shouted at himself again and again but to no avail. Just like before, static enclosed upon his vision until he was helplessly overtaken again. The next stage of the nightmare was about to begin.
This was not the end, no, just the beginning of the end.
--
A dream, no. This was a nightmare.
He saw himself, a young stripling, an Elf thirsty for knowledge in the wake of his youth. Texts were strewn across a small wooden table outside of his humble home in Silverwood. He lived there with his mother and younger sister where he lived a simple life. Silverwood as it was, vast and rich in its health. Verdant growth was everywhere, butterflies in the air and birds chirping among the branches. It seemed.. peaceful. To view himself in third person was strange, but Leon had no physical semblance in this remembrance of the past. All he could do was watch. Bright blue eyes looked closer at the books his younger self had been studying, symbols and emblems of the darker magics. Occultism and witchcraft, words relating to nefarious beings, demons. At the time he had been but a budding scholar, a dissatisfied one. He yearned to know more, to make a difference in the world while ignorant to the consequences that came in tandem.
"That's it!" A young Leon suddenly piped out with excitement and enthusiasm. "The confinement sigil!" As an index dragged underneath the words, Leon recited them. "Yu spete wah letro eje dakruta.. Yu cainch ve, yu feuvot ve ec mah fewim.." The language was old and hard to decipher, but Leon picked up and memorized passages as he went. His studies were kept away from his family, who would have likely scolded him for looking into such branches of the arcane. One had to know evil to defeat evil, right? In his mind Leon was doing the right thing.
Leon's young self closed up the book and a cloud of dust sifted up from between the pages. Face brightened and full of eagerness, he got up from his seat and ran off while Leon's current self stood in place, unable to move. Static closed in from his peripherals until it clouded his vision, only to clear up with the revealing of a completely different scene.
Between chasms amidst a series of valleys, craggy rocks and molten earth, Leon took in the new area. Words could be heard, but they were distant like an echo in the back of his head. He remembered them vaguely, remembered saying them. It was a mistake. As understanding sunk into him and he recalled this event, panic set in. Leon's eyes wrenched their vision all over the place until they locked onto where the words were coming from.
There he was.
A young Leon, face bruised with blood running along the side of his skull was holding a book and directed at a figure within a sigil. The ritual had already began. It was too late. Ethereal chains bound the spawn within the circle to the ground, ancient glyphs luminescent against the soil they were embossed upon. "No!" the words came from Leon's throat as he tried to intervene with the ritual of his past, but no sound came out. When Leon attempted to do fell short, his hand going clear through his younger self's body. Like a phantasm, Leon had no grasp on this reality. Try as he may, the only choice left was to watch his past go to ruin once again.
"Ec taka tepano yu fewim zemi wah dakruta teke sta ve. Yu fewim towt lumeya." From the script was read, more passages read thereafter as youthful Leon tried to eliminate the abominable evil trapped in a humanoid vessel. Everything was being recited correctly, but the effect of the words was landing short. Something was off. Though internally stirred, Leon continued until the demon spoke up.
"Ni'uh dona meh luhro, Flet.." The voice was guttural as the demon spoke, dark and malignant. "Ve nau uh gorcep ehnvo. Vey cohv sta defku." A grinding, straining noise reverberated off of the chains that held the demon, which began to rise to its feet with force. "Ve fewim falbestota.." One by one the glyphs flashed and then dissipated in the circle that encompassed the creature until one was left. As the anchoring mechanism shattered a bright light flashed in every direction and a heap of smog whirled into the air and away from the scene. Overwhelmed by the dark magic, young Leon laid upon the ground, unconscious.
"Wake up.. wake up.. WAKE UP!" Leon shouted at himself again and again but to no avail. Just like before, static enclosed upon his vision until he was helplessly overtaken again. The next stage of the nightmare was about to begin.
This was not the end, no, just the beginning of the end.
Forever?
Oh, my darling,
If only you could see what war has done to me.
Oh, my darling,
If only you could see what war has done to me.
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