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Behind me&nb
Behind me
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All of my memories. They're swirling in a nova. Swirling in a black hole behind me. A hole that steals all of your calm and makes you feel so many horrible emotions. About your past. About what's happened. About what you've felt, and what you will feel in the future.
Behind me.
Behind me now, shoved away oh so painfully in the past. Where all a girl's problems are is a fox, the treachery of B.I.G, and so much more.
Behind me.
Lately, the backtrack to whatever I do is bowstrings twanging after fingers release them with a finality to the movement. The clashing of steel, sword against sword, more deadly than any cymbal's noise. And the sound--the sound of my heartbeat, deep and fast, the backtrack to my terrified movements and rebellion, the beat to the music of war, and the dance I perform--running, avoiding death, fighting back bit by bit--could be halted at any moment. I know that when the beat stops, it'll be the last thing I ever hear, and then I'll be swept away on Shadow's wings. But when the battles are over, they can never go behind me.
They stay.
Their twisted intentions stay, with the horrified screams of a nation under heat and war. In the end, it'll be behind me, but now is now, and every horror that I've witnessed that should be locked away stay in front of me, while the happiness of the past darts away from my grip, forever behind me.
Forever.
What does that word mean? It's always tossed about, but in the end, they say it with a finality unfitting of a word that they toss around freely. Forever. It means that something is bound a certain way, forever. Locked a certain way, forever.
Forever doesn't exist.
Now I'm nearly to the present. But it's not here yet. So I'll relay to you what I did. It wasn't a crime, but it was bold, and dangerous.
I had a talk with Ecio. A long talk. A talk involving future and past. And I made a plan with the Powers. They talked of freeing Ayearth. I decided it was time to find the remaining Powers. And I wouldn't be going alone.
I packed so many Resistance items with me, and informed my friends that I was going on a mission. I'm almost sure our paths will cross while I search for Sylvia and Lunee. But who knows?
Then, I dragged one along with me. One who had stayed at our base since we rescued her from fire, the fire and ash and smoke of a burning flower.
Yes. I dragged the Oracle along.
Something tells me that this will be dangerous. But I thought I had left all of the common sense of my past behind me.
submitted by Icy, age 13THEFEELS, The forest to her back
(August 28, 2017 - 7:13 pm)
(August 28, 2017 - 7:13 pm)
Do you need any help, Icy? Anything at all? And would you mind if your PowerTwin came along? Also, I think Moonshadow feels he needs to be there when Lunee is freed.
(August 29, 2017 - 8:43 am)
(August 29, 2017 - 8:43 am)
(August 29, 2017 - 9:32 am)
(August 29, 2017 - 8:47 pm)
Miss you, friend.
<3
(August 30, 2017 - 12:10 pm)
@Anwen, I will be writing the first 1-3 posts on my own to establish dialogue/the setting, mainly some stuffs between Icy and the Oracle. However, anyone is welcome to slip in after the third post.
Before that, it will be Icy on her own. Mainly because I'm horrible at dialogue between characters that aren't mine.
(August 31, 2017 - 8:19 am)
Ok, great. :)
(August 31, 2017 - 9:30 am)
"You do realize that the Eye dislikes where we're going?" The Oracle asked me loftily. I sighed, then decided to humor her. "It...does?"
The Oracle smiled tightly. "Of course. You do realize that you never told the Resistance that you were...tugging me along."
"I'm well aware of the fact that they probably think you were kidnapped, or possibly murdered." I said as I tried to pretend like I didn't care. How did Mina do it so easily? I can never lie about this...I always care too much.
She was dressed in a long hooded dress that conceals her face and drops down to her boots. I keep on forgetting that the Oracle is ancient. It was odd having a person like...that...travel with me.
Snow fell all over Kyngdom. She just glided along next to me, as if I wasn't forcing her to come along, as if it were her idea. Yes, we already had the "YouDoKnowHowLongIWasOnThatFlower" talk... I tried to put myself in her shoes. But I can't imagine being that ancient...or living somewhere my entire life and then leaving.
Oh wait. Yes, yes I can relate with living somewhere my entire life, and then being jerked from it. But that was such a long time ago. I was eleven then.
"Thoughts about the past fill your head...don't they?" The Oracle murmured.
I stepped back instantly and paused. "That doesn't matter."
The Oracle tossed her head back, then pulled her hood up again. "You do realize that I know the songs of your people from when Kyngdom was young. Those songs, I know by heart."
Silence.
"And you, just an infant compared to the acquirement of mine.."
I continued walking, holding my head as high as possible.
"Look. I'm just here to get to the Varie Badlands." An ironic name, I thought, hesitant.
The Oracle gasped, stumbled, then continued walking forwards.
"I don't understand." I said quietly. "How do you--how do you see these things--how do you even keep your sanity after you've seen all of this--I--" "I don't." "Huh?" "I don't keep my sanity. I never will." "Was that a--" "Sorry. I slipped away for a few moments...let myself see what I shouldn't...feel what I shouldn't..." "You talk pretty normally for a, what, millions? Thousands? of year old lady." "I'm technically twenty. And I...appreciate your...quaint language, although it is more primitive than the beautiful languages and forms of speech of the past."
I walked and talked and let myself slip away into the conversation.
Then I fell.
(August 31, 2017 - 9:35 pm)
The Varie Badlands. Southwestern Kyngdom.
One destination.
How did I not know about the giant rift?
More importantly, how did I not notice?
I dangled off of the side of the ravine, the hole in Kyngdom, the gap that seemed to go on forever, for a few seconds before I grit my teeth and yanked my body up, using my feet to find a solid rock, and pushed myself up, panting, onto the surface.
The Oracle was still standing there.
I bit back several comments about how, if she could see the future, she should've been able to forsee that, when water shot out of the giant ravine.
It made an arc in the air, then slunk into the depths once again. A geyser? One that big? I had never heard of one like that--but why would water be--it made no sense at all. A ravine. It wasn't even on the map.
Beyond it? Ruins of castles, cities, and towns. A field filled with junk, and memories of despair and death that caused such a widespread area to fall. The memories--if I could see them, I was certain that they'd flood everywhere, paint every wall, fill every lake with a taint worse than the blood that had been shed.
How to cross a ravine?
And why was it there?
(September 6, 2017 - 7:38 pm)
(September 6, 2017 - 9:58 am)
I sighed slightly.
"Okay, since we have no idea the timing of this water stuff, we're going to have to stay here and count." I said calmly.
Three seconds. Water.
Fifteen. Water.
Five. Water.
A few minutes. I'm about to jump, then water blasts out.
"Orrr we could just go around it." I said, frustration filling my voice.
The Oracle stared at the newest plume of water and started to mumble things under her breath, soft and silent, wavering and deep.
"Huh?" I asked, off guard.
"The sea in chains...make it now....the guardian...terrified...knows...in chains...four sides...day and night...transcend them all...." Then she began to mumble again.
Silence. Pure silence.
"I'm sorry, did you--" I began to say.
The Oracle looked up at me. "I believe we should just get to the Badlands."
I nodded. Once.
The sea in chains...
(September 7, 2017 - 3:53 pm)
(September 11, 2017 - 8:24 am)
I think I understand it now.
Why they call it the Varie Badlands.
That is, it's the worst place I've ever seen.
It's doing things to the Oracle. The stress. She keeps on holding still, freezing up, blurting random words, talking about prophecies she spoke that nobody ever got to hear--prophecies about this place--the horrors she knows happened here.
Horrors...
We've passed odd mounds of dirt, and twisted pieces of metal, along with ruins of houses from both the past and present. Smoke is heavy in the air for some odd reason.
We've passed so many things--rusted car frames, scrap metal, tiny inscriptions, an old train covered in graffiti, still on a track, several ruined houses, unrecognizable rubble, a creepy old doll, twisted metal, and the weapons of war--that I've stopped looking, just climbing over the next object.
I didn't expect the darts.
They came flying out of every direction when we were near the head of the old, rusted train, feathers on the ends that looked messily made.
I couldn't help it.
I imagined a Power and started glowing blue, wings appearing, and shot into the air, grabbing the Oracle.
WHY ARE PEOPLE WHO ARE MILLENIAS OF YEARS OLD SO HEAVY!?!?!
Okay, I'm not a Homo Avian, and my wings may or may not be fragile, but I expected to do better!
In any case, I landed on top of the train, on one of the trapdoors on the top that--
A hand shot out and grabbed my ankle.
(September 13, 2017 - 2:20 pm)
I stared down the barrel of a makeshift gun--wait, some sort of...tranquilizer gun?
A woman practically covered in dirt, grime, and a makeshift dress with a belt filled with darts slipped over it is brandished her weapon on me. Steampunk goggles held her hair back...but I hardly paid attention to that....
People in makeshift clothing with weapons made of scrap metal and whatever surrounded us, glaring.
"...Leeeet's talk about this." I said slowly.
The woman I saw first began to speak. "Just explain yourselves. We have no time for this."
I paled. "I'm...."
She glared. "I wasn't asking you."
Right. She was asking the lady from the beginning of time. Easy mistake....
The Oracle still had all of her composure. "You wouldn't hurt a woman traveling through Kyngdom with her daughter?"
I bit the inside of my cheek to keep myself from yelling out how I technically stole her and that all of the Resistance thought she was kidnapped. Why have I been acting like this lately?
This would be a game. A fun game. Just pretend. Like I was a child again.
"In the Varie Badlands? The disease of Kyngdom? It's not even easy to get anywhere from here." The woman growled. "We. Have. No. Time. For. This."
Why is this place so ruined, anyways....?
The Oracle smiled. "But the history behind this place--oh, it's simply marvelous!" Then she began muttering prophecies under her breath.
"Please excuse my mother," I said quickly as I tried to keep my breathing from going out of control and showing how panicked I really was. "She's not in the best state of late. PTSD."
The woman glared again and moved her finger closer towards the trigger. "PTSD. We all have our share of that here. I--"
"Pleasejustletuspass!" The Oracle managed, somehow still looking serene on the outside while her prophecies pushed in on her and threatened to destroy her grip.
"Why don't we just..." The woman threatened, her finger tight on the trigger now.
I smiled in spite of panic. "Look--I--uhm--"
"That move you pulled with those.....'wings'...won't help your cause. There's no tourist like that. No tourist's that unique. Those weren't 'Homo Avian' and not even as powerful as their's...what are you...."
"I'mjustahuman!" I blurted.
"Please quit traumatizing my daughter." The Oracle said smoothly.
The woman sighed. "Take these people to the old jail. Maybe the Resistance operatives will know...."
Wait....that means that....
"The Resistance!?" I blurted.
She smiled, shark-like. "That's right."
(September 15, 2017 - 7:08 pm)
The ' Jail ' was a rusty old police station's jail laced with scrap metal bars. Everything as far as the eye could see was covered in a layer of rust and makeshift, well, everything.
Life here is conducted by digging through the wreckage of the past. It's clear from the way these people live. But why haven't they left? What purpose do they have here that keeps them from leaving this wasteland, from even getting supplies?
I wasn't going to just sit in this cell and wait for people to rescue me. I may have been like that once, but not now.
Not again.
I saw the back of one of them, guarding the cell, a pouch of darts at their side.
I hesitated, then reached one of my stick thin arms through the cell bars and stuck a finger into the pouch, cautiously prodding around. I found a feathered end and I pinched my finger around it, drawing it out, then jammed it with all of my strength into the guard, closing my eyes.
The guard sunk and I reached for the odd gun mechanism that held darts, clumsily loaded it, and took aim at a woman across the room.
(September 16, 2017 - 10:32 pm)