Post by Demitraeus Dehlfvaen on Aug 26, 2016 21:21:37 GMT -5
Okay so I just wanted to post this. I literally opened up notepad and started typing, just letting thoughts flow. Towards the end it was a little more thought out, but most of this was complete spur of the moment content, with no backstory, pre-medetation, or really connection to anything at the time. It's basically just a bit of a creative writing exercise for me to make sure my brain isn't failing me xD. Constructive criticism is definitely welcome, while I most likely won't make this into anything, please do critique it for what it is, we'll say an excerpt from a book.
Delving deeper into the cave, Max's mind raced. Were they still chasing him? He dare not stop to look back. He kept his pace, even though it was uncomfortable with his leg...His leg! He winced involuntarily at the thought of the wound, not wanting to look down. Instead he looked ahead, peering into the darkness, wishing his eyes would adjust better, but the only way he was able to guide himself was his outstretched arms, and he berated himself for not being more focused on trying to not run into the walls of this slimy, sickly-sweet smelling cave. Plus focusing on getting through here alive kept his mind off of what this place really was. Get out alive. Find Marian and Jake...and Cryssa. If Cryssa was alive. Images of the horrible Nightshades in their ebony studded cloaks, dragging her away...her screams still rang in his ears..."MAX! HELP ME!"...he tore his thoughts away, tears coming to his eyes. He sensed a wall in front of him, the tiny hairs on the back of his fingers twitching and rather than questioning it, he turned quickly to the left. And went plummeting into the void. His scream was ripped from his mouth as the vortex of thick, damp, cold air whipped him around, not slowing him, but changing his descent to a sharp angle, tossing him around as a leaf in a harsh early winter storm. He wasn't sure how long it was that he was helpless to the vortex, but the bright speck of light that rapidly grew to the shape of a five-pointed star. He slammed his eyes shut, not a moment before the portal would have seared that shape into the back of his mind, binding him to that realm indefinitely. Max forced his mind back to a single thought, the only thing that had kept him together in the past when portal travelling. He forced his mind to focus in on a shape, a key, but each tooth on the key was a word, and the spine of the key was a double helix of words, constantly changing, flowing, flashing in and out of recognizable language. The only part of the key that stayed the same was the ring on the end, a circle of three words, names. Maximos. Cryssalia. The third Name he always read with a chill. For how could such a thing come from his own mind? He dared not wonder. For to wonder, would be to disregard the sacredness of the Name. Vaezio.
Delving deeper into the cave, Max's mind raced. Were they still chasing him? He dare not stop to look back. He kept his pace, even though it was uncomfortable with his leg...His leg! He winced involuntarily at the thought of the wound, not wanting to look down. Instead he looked ahead, peering into the darkness, wishing his eyes would adjust better, but the only way he was able to guide himself was his outstretched arms, and he berated himself for not being more focused on trying to not run into the walls of this slimy, sickly-sweet smelling cave. Plus focusing on getting through here alive kept his mind off of what this place really was. Get out alive. Find Marian and Jake...and Cryssa. If Cryssa was alive. Images of the horrible Nightshades in their ebony studded cloaks, dragging her away...her screams still rang in his ears..."MAX! HELP ME!"...he tore his thoughts away, tears coming to his eyes. He sensed a wall in front of him, the tiny hairs on the back of his fingers twitching and rather than questioning it, he turned quickly to the left. And went plummeting into the void. His scream was ripped from his mouth as the vortex of thick, damp, cold air whipped him around, not slowing him, but changing his descent to a sharp angle, tossing him around as a leaf in a harsh early winter storm. He wasn't sure how long it was that he was helpless to the vortex, but the bright speck of light that rapidly grew to the shape of a five-pointed star. He slammed his eyes shut, not a moment before the portal would have seared that shape into the back of his mind, binding him to that realm indefinitely. Max forced his mind back to a single thought, the only thing that had kept him together in the past when portal travelling. He forced his mind to focus in on a shape, a key, but each tooth on the key was a word, and the spine of the key was a double helix of words, constantly changing, flowing, flashing in and out of recognizable language. The only part of the key that stayed the same was the ring on the end, a circle of three words, names. Maximos. Cryssalia. The third Name he always read with a chill. For how could such a thing come from his own mind? He dared not wonder. For to wonder, would be to disregard the sacredness of the Name. Vaezio.
