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The Soul Seer; one post. may add a real story though o.o
Topic Started: Jul 31 2012, 07:17 AM (63 Views)
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ummm, Ditzy Dani?
The gaping night sky seemed to stand still as he ran, the wind biting Ari through his jacket and bitter tears freezing to his face. The rocky crags of the mountain peaks of the northern Ararats seemed to mock him as the maws of some great, black, monstrous entities, laughing at him for what he’d lost. The nocturnal world was bright, lit by light blue moonlight, reflected off the snow. Though he should have been able to see fine, he could barely notice anything through the images flashing through his mind. He ran as fast as he could and the cold snapped at his lungs until he fell to his knees and plunged a foot into the snow. He knelt as he recovered his breath and reached to the side of his belt. Feeling the letter there, he would have sighed with relief if not for the strain on his lungs. He took a deep, shaky breath and cringed. His mouth tasted like metal.

Mustering up a strength driven only by anguish and hope, he pushed himself to his feet, willing to see the world around.

Then he saw them again... The souls chained to the earth not by sins of their lives past, but by the burdens and regrets of their lives past. There weren’t as many here. Not in the wilderness where most men were too craven to go, but they were still here. As he trudged by, waiting for his breath to return to him, they reached out, grasping, begging for a savior. Their mouths opened to shout inaudible words… cries for help, cries of repentance. The gods were cruel.

He fought back tears and continued forward. The musty smell of pine filled his nose and he knew he was close before he even crested the hill. Dread and longing filled him, but he continued forward. He could see no spirits here… This had been their secret place where no man had ever set foot. He knew that as he came closer, he’d see the one soul that now defiled the place… The one soul he couldn’t bear to look at, but wanted to see more than anything in the world.

The instant he saw the tiny path through the trees, he bolted, ignoring the protest of his legs and the aching of his lungs. He closed his eyes, knowing the path without seeing it until suddenly, two branches smacked him across the face and he was in the clearing.

It was the place where they had made love for the first and last time, though it was forbidden. It was the place where she had never woken up.

His bowels clenched and his head spun, but he forced himself to open his eyes… And there she was. There was Lucine, shining iridescent and translucent above the snow. She reached towards him and he quickly looked to his feet, fighting tears. He looked at her fully this time. She beautiful and innocent, an angel undeserving of her chains, but she had the saddest eyes he had ever looked upon.

Compelled by some futile, primal instinct, he ran to hold her, but in a burst of tumbling and snow, he only ran through her. She wrapped her arms around herself and hung her head for a moment, but looked up again, emanating some strength, some courage despite everything. Sobbing now and no longer noticing any of his senses, he looked up at her once more. She looked in his eyes, delicate and sad. He looked back in her’s slowly, understanding.

He slowly moved towards her, both reaching an arm up and never breaking eye contact. They inched closer until their hands were an inch apart. Then ever so gently, they moved as if to press them against each other. Though her hands were not solid, as he pressed his fingertips to hers, he felt them tingle, cold to the touch. Knowing neither could hear one another, they mouthed slowly “_ ____ ___ .” I love you.

He smiled for what seemed like the first time in years, though many tears lay frozen on his cheeks. He took a deep breath, breathing in pine scent, new fallen snow, and frigid air. Reaching to his belt, he withdrew a scroll and showed it to her, knowing she could neither hold it, not hear her love read it aloud. It was a letter of her family and friends telling her they had forgiven her for all the things she had done. It ended with a note from Ari. “ __ _____ ______, _ __ __ ___. _ ______ ____ _________ ___. ___ ____ ______ __ __ __ _____ ___ _ ____ _____ ______ ___.” My sweet Lucina, I am so sorry. I should have protected you. You will always be in my heart and I will never forget you.

Shining tears filled her eyes and she smiled a smile that could make any man cry. The iridescent glow in and around her grew brighter, coming from within her. As it grew in intensity, her chains shattered with an earsplitting crack like shattering glass. Ari fell to his knees, clutching his ears.

When he looked up again, she smiled at him, mouthing “I love you.” again in Armenian. As he watched with awe, she began to float upward and become more transparent. Suddenly, titling her head back in serenity, she shimmered and was gone.
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Edited by chichi87, Jul 31 2012, 09:06 PM.
HOLY CRAP IM DREAMING! IM DREAMING! IM-... DANGIT! I WOKE UP!
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★sing and dance in front of a buttload of zombies and slap them afterwards.
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