Post by Ssin'urn Ssussun on Mar 24, 2014 5:03:53 GMT -5
Amon laid within the tattered hammock. The weather had begun to be more tolerable allowing him to sleep outside again. The makeshift cloth bed swung gently in the breeze. He laid there thinking of the current situation he had found his way into. He felt sorry for the girl, he dared not admit it. She would regret her choice for the rest of her life, but at least she would have a life to look forward to.
"She dug her own grave, let her lay in it" Where did this thought come from?
"We all make mistakes no matter how big or small they may be, it's how we make up for them that defines us" This seemed reasonable... But did he really believe this? His eyes fluttered.
There... in the clearing she stood. She couldn't have been older than twelve years. She played happily with a squirrel, but as it bounced about it changed shape to a deer, then a bear. A little girl with a pet changeling, Such a magical creature in her possession. Keeper was really pushing it with these targets. He'd never been made to kill a child before, But it couldn't be any different. Her family was messing around with magic they couldn't control after all, The Changeling was just part of the problem. He drew his Kryss and slowly stalked forward in the shadows.
"We're really going to do this?" His conscious? at a time like this?
"She's hardly even lived her life....What are we doing here?" Shut up....You aren't real.
"If I am not real then why are you talking to me?" This is just another task we have been trained for... nothing more.
"Then why are our hands shaking" He looked down to his grip on his weapon. his hands were trembling.
He stopped at the edge of the clearing and watched as the young girl played with her pet. She seemed so happy, so free. This was not something he had ever experienced in his life. What made her this way, why did she seem like she had not a care in the world? Didn't she know how dangerous a place the world was? With all the unchecked magic and corruption, how could she smile like this?
"She reminds me of Elsie and the kids" Be quiet... they are not real... that life isn't real!
His kryss fell blade first into the dirt. He dropped to his knees, still watching the girl. It was true, his birth in Skara, His wife and two kids, all of that was a lie to better hide him. Just a way to conceal the monster hidden within.
"You think we are a monster?" What else could we be?
"Why can't we just be.... happy?" I am a killer... All I know is death..
"We know how to sail" Shut up! That life is not real!
"If that is true, then why do we want it to be?" He fell forward upon his hands, tears welling up in his eyes.. but why?
The girl soon left the clearing with her pet, none the wiser of the audience on the forest's edge. He looked up as she left, still confused as to why he stopped. He remained in that spot for some time. Over the years he had ended many lives, All targets of Keeper or anyone he had hired him out to. But each time he was woken up... the voice in his head seemed to get louder and louder. Was he actually happier with his fake life than his real one? Memories began to flood his mind..... The day of his marriage.... his two children being born..... But none of that was real. He wasn't supposed to remember these things when awake.
A figure slowly walked up to him as he rested upon the ground. An annoyed sigh came from them as they leaned down to look upon him.
"I was sent to clean up your mess... When Keeper heard the girl came home alive, He knew you botched it up" The Figure spoke, Amon looked up upon his ally, Known as Sekmeht.
"I just.... couldn't get a good vantage on her...." Amon replied pathetically.
"You've been sitting here bawling like a baby.. don't lie to me, you choked. Keeper gave me a message for you." Sekmeht spoke as he knelt beside Amon.
"The Black sun rises..." He whispered into Amon's ear.
What was going on? His whole body felt like it was numb. He began to rise to his feet, But not under his own will. He wanted to speak but only one sentence came out.
"..What are my orders..?" Amon spoke against his own will.
"Take your blade.... travel to the Hedge maze in Skara... There you will terminate yourself. Understand?" Sekmeht spoke with a wicked grin.
"I will obey.." Amon replied helplessly as he began his walk.
Within the Maze he looked around a moment. Though he was moving against his will, internally he was aware of everything. He drew his kryss and pointed the blade towards his own chest.
"So many dead.... were they all like that girl? Have I just been kidding myself all these years?" Amon thought to himself.
"I suppose it doesn't matter..... I'm about to die anyways.... I guess I deserve it. One way to make up for it I suppose"
"We can't get off that easy.... There is too much left for us to do..." The voice in his head spoke once again.
He thrust the kryss forward, but something within him gained control. The Blade found it's way into his side, but not his heart. As he stumbled forward his mind was alight. Two lives came crashing into each other at once. A Cold Blooded assassin, and a kindhearted sailor. His hands released the kryss letting it fall to the ground as he began stumbling into the forest blindly. All of it began flooding in, Memories of his fake family.... memories of his training. Two childhoods began to merge and conflict each other painfully. The spell used to separate the two personalities had broken. Instead of one becoming dominant of the other.... they were now competing for supremacy in his mind. Even if the Sailor from Skara brae was fake.... he still was not sure which side of him was the true side anymore. He soon found himself collapsing against a tree, clutching the wound in his side. That was when she came...
"Are you alright?!" The young elven girl ran over to him.
"Hold on, I am getting help!" She ran off leaving him there, returning with another girl and man.
"Just.... let me die....." Amon spoke...
Amon jumped with a start. The sun was just beginning to rise over the horizon. His dreams had been pretty bad ever since that day. He owed those three his life that day. If they had come any later, it would have been a corpse they found. He was not sure if he was the type who repaid debts, But he felt like he probably was. He had to do something, whether he wanted to or not.
"She dug her own grave, let her lay in it" Where did this thought come from?
"We all make mistakes no matter how big or small they may be, it's how we make up for them that defines us" This seemed reasonable... But did he really believe this? His eyes fluttered.
There... in the clearing she stood. She couldn't have been older than twelve years. She played happily with a squirrel, but as it bounced about it changed shape to a deer, then a bear. A little girl with a pet changeling, Such a magical creature in her possession. Keeper was really pushing it with these targets. He'd never been made to kill a child before, But it couldn't be any different. Her family was messing around with magic they couldn't control after all, The Changeling was just part of the problem. He drew his Kryss and slowly stalked forward in the shadows.
"We're really going to do this?" His conscious? at a time like this?
"She's hardly even lived her life....What are we doing here?" Shut up....You aren't real.
"If I am not real then why are you talking to me?" This is just another task we have been trained for... nothing more.
"Then why are our hands shaking" He looked down to his grip on his weapon. his hands were trembling.
He stopped at the edge of the clearing and watched as the young girl played with her pet. She seemed so happy, so free. This was not something he had ever experienced in his life. What made her this way, why did she seem like she had not a care in the world? Didn't she know how dangerous a place the world was? With all the unchecked magic and corruption, how could she smile like this?
"She reminds me of Elsie and the kids" Be quiet... they are not real... that life isn't real!
His kryss fell blade first into the dirt. He dropped to his knees, still watching the girl. It was true, his birth in Skara, His wife and two kids, all of that was a lie to better hide him. Just a way to conceal the monster hidden within.
"You think we are a monster?" What else could we be?
"Why can't we just be.... happy?" I am a killer... All I know is death..
"We know how to sail" Shut up! That life is not real!
"If that is true, then why do we want it to be?" He fell forward upon his hands, tears welling up in his eyes.. but why?
The girl soon left the clearing with her pet, none the wiser of the audience on the forest's edge. He looked up as she left, still confused as to why he stopped. He remained in that spot for some time. Over the years he had ended many lives, All targets of Keeper or anyone he had hired him out to. But each time he was woken up... the voice in his head seemed to get louder and louder. Was he actually happier with his fake life than his real one? Memories began to flood his mind..... The day of his marriage.... his two children being born..... But none of that was real. He wasn't supposed to remember these things when awake.
A figure slowly walked up to him as he rested upon the ground. An annoyed sigh came from them as they leaned down to look upon him.
"I was sent to clean up your mess... When Keeper heard the girl came home alive, He knew you botched it up" The Figure spoke, Amon looked up upon his ally, Known as Sekmeht.
"I just.... couldn't get a good vantage on her...." Amon replied pathetically.
"You've been sitting here bawling like a baby.. don't lie to me, you choked. Keeper gave me a message for you." Sekmeht spoke as he knelt beside Amon.
"The Black sun rises..." He whispered into Amon's ear.
What was going on? His whole body felt like it was numb. He began to rise to his feet, But not under his own will. He wanted to speak but only one sentence came out.
"..What are my orders..?" Amon spoke against his own will.
"Take your blade.... travel to the Hedge maze in Skara... There you will terminate yourself. Understand?" Sekmeht spoke with a wicked grin.
"I will obey.." Amon replied helplessly as he began his walk.
Within the Maze he looked around a moment. Though he was moving against his will, internally he was aware of everything. He drew his kryss and pointed the blade towards his own chest.
"So many dead.... were they all like that girl? Have I just been kidding myself all these years?" Amon thought to himself.
"I suppose it doesn't matter..... I'm about to die anyways.... I guess I deserve it. One way to make up for it I suppose"
"We can't get off that easy.... There is too much left for us to do..." The voice in his head spoke once again.
He thrust the kryss forward, but something within him gained control. The Blade found it's way into his side, but not his heart. As he stumbled forward his mind was alight. Two lives came crashing into each other at once. A Cold Blooded assassin, and a kindhearted sailor. His hands released the kryss letting it fall to the ground as he began stumbling into the forest blindly. All of it began flooding in, Memories of his fake family.... memories of his training. Two childhoods began to merge and conflict each other painfully. The spell used to separate the two personalities had broken. Instead of one becoming dominant of the other.... they were now competing for supremacy in his mind. Even if the Sailor from Skara brae was fake.... he still was not sure which side of him was the true side anymore. He soon found himself collapsing against a tree, clutching the wound in his side. That was when she came...
"Are you alright?!" The young elven girl ran over to him.
"Hold on, I am getting help!" She ran off leaving him there, returning with another girl and man.
"Just.... let me die....." Amon spoke...
Amon jumped with a start. The sun was just beginning to rise over the horizon. His dreams had been pretty bad ever since that day. He owed those three his life that day. If they had come any later, it would have been a corpse they found. He was not sure if he was the type who repaid debts, But he felt like he probably was. He had to do something, whether he wanted to or not.
