Thu Mar 01, 2018 1:26 pm
Also wile not pertenent to the mega-verse i found this in my drive. I thought i lost everything from this role play I did back in the days on the destiny forums and I'm glade this survived. Wile you wount understand all the tiny nodes, hints, and importance of the story elements or even understand who or why the characters are here i want to post this as its one of my favorite places from the role play going over back log history of characters. And yes it involves time travel.
Falling, falling out of the sky, they fall, fast, faster, so bright… then it all fades to black. They melt into the water. It washes over them. Rinsing away their past, or future, they are floating in the sea, a sea of death. They flout, splash, sputter away as they rise again, out of the deep dark murk below. Awaken, first the light that fades through a murky glass, then breaks the sun as if falls to pieces. Out into the dark, so cold and bitter. Alone so desperately alone, freezing. A hue of gold so little so drifting, fading in and out of the stars. To say that some force were to part the mist that covers the black yet for mere moments before slamming it closed again. The twisted metal, the bundles in the corners, the stench of bones the body's that have since rotted away. Nothing now gone. Deeper into the dark. Upon the hill, a broken tomb, a grave that reveals, what time has lost cannot be obtained again. Forward upon the hill they climb, out of the dark and into the night. Breath, heavy upon their lips they enter the cataclysm. The dirt caked in rust smelling of iron, the foul stench runs down the walls leaving in its wake a shiny residue. Footsteps Eco into the distance. “Womp” “clomp” “womp” “clomp” “womp” “clomp” he almost falls, the rocks tumbling down with no audible clatter. The dirt turns to stone, old powerful dead. They follow their destiny. Falling, rocks tumble the machines creek and turn as if nothing has ever changed. The path broken, shattered. The light rips through the small opening forcing it's way down into the dark. Just bright enough to see the room below. Falling, umph. With a solid land. Creaking so utterly broken what once was considered a powerful force, to bend time in one's own direction, to will one to not exist, now shattered broken. No more. They follow now, to far to fall. Through the stone chambers are formed, into them fall the technology's of the past, fading into dust. Powder covers the very walls as new growth forces it's way into the depths. One little petal rises out of the stones and claims what little light it can. The gap that rides in the side. That shows that there can be. The climb, darker yet, so much darker to get. Farther down they fall. A chest lay within a once sealed but now broken door. A weapon that was once called legend lays within the room. Broken twisted the golden Fram nothing but a twisted tarnish of broken materials. The wolf carved into it nothing more but a blur, no longer able to convey it's meaning of what it once stood to say. Farther down, descending. The broken machines lie in the dust. There tendrils scattered across time to never be touched by the dark, the walls shake with energy once lost. A cave of wonder were so many met their end. Water once bright, turned stale and dark by the bitter ends of sweetness far away now. Deeper into the dark, a chasm, vast unyielding, striding the chasm a line of light cutting through. Falling deep into the line. Humming, the power of the old. What once whisked in and out of space on the molecular field now trapped within one world forced to fall and decay. A leep, slowly the wind, stretching faster, cutting into the night, the void breaths again. The light shines but briefly before it is consumed. On now forward they press. The narrow edge, broken now but little a ledge can be left. Flying to the dark each piece rubs away. The door that saw all, broken cast aside to reveal a once mighty wall of glass, shifted, forged to create. To represent everything in it's purist form, now fallen, the flux that once rained gone. The machine that controlled it nothing but a memory. Broken no long able to support what once was here, energy flows through the cataclysm, time bends and twists, always trapped within itself, the voice… so distant, soft flattering, inviting, the old room shifts with its power, the cracked walls scream as the last bit of light filters through, nothing left now but the dark.
Falling now, they are together, side by side, nothing is left, the broken world, the machines, the dark is all gone. Shattered stars fall by, falling into the night. Dying stars scream there ecos, the light eaters consume, the gaping Maw that does devour, alone now, nothing's left. No burning smell, or *** rage, no battered sky or leading wounds, no loss nor love. Alone in the embers of the night. One word is echoed here “no” fading, as it began. The stars screaming, roaring, flashing by as they are eaten by the dark, flashing brighter, the stars are fading, ebbing themselves out of existence. Soon there is nothing left, but the fall.
“Wake up” they see again now. The ground,soft upon their hands, smooth, almost silken, awake, eyes staring the light so painful, so peaceful. The wind is like a melody singing its sweet vow as the mountains except it's grace and pass it throughout themselves. The singing of the wind throughout them. They walk now. Through the field that they are surrounded in. Massive structures wooden in nature sprout bright green, the color so pure. The small things with the wings sing a song, where are we. Alone now, they walk, gasping, letting out a breath that speaks, breathing a fire that burns, to them it's a new beginning, it was always the ending of something much more. The dark patters, the world burns as the stars wink out one by one. So they will all end where they began.