1st of Ymiden, 717
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He woke. He woke. He woke. Again and again.
Going between. Spiraling.
Confusion. Pain. A lot of pain. Where was he?
Bright lights stung his eyes. Then there was a certain dimness, like being under the shadow of a cloud. Around him was darkness with gleaming glowing shapes like tall towers.
Where was he?
He tasted blood. The late yellow sun shone in his eyes before the clouds passed over again. Was it summer? No there were no seasons here. No sense of smell and only little sense of time.
Where was he?
---
He was moving but he was holding still. Someone was carrying him. Every new movement there was a pain, sharp through him, like something cutting. Screams. But it was quiet here. He was not being carried. He was standing still.
"You're--!" someone had said. Somewhere else: "Yludih. You're a monster."
"You're the Wanderer! We've been looking for you!" "I've got you. I've found you."
Distantly, a memory: "Father's dead and I have found you. I will never leave you again."
"Come, this way. Come, finally. Your penance." Long and drawn out: "You will pay."
And still, where was he?
There were multiple voices talking all at once. Two different conversations in two different languages. Neither made sense to a mind that was lost in between. If only he could tell where he was.
---
Wait. There was something.
He was hot, hot and confined. He couldn't-- he couldn't move his arms. He was bundled up in something soft and scratchy, but it was too warm here and it hurt. But at the same there was no feeling. There was nothing, no temperature. Pain didn't exist in the soul.
Yes. Yes it did.
Somewhere locked away he writhed in discomfort. Trapped in a small room on a cot. There was humming crystal around him; no. And then, feeling the catch in his side he screamed.
More pain, why did it hurt so badly? A sound like footsteps, someone was coming, someone else screaming, and then the screams were joined by a phantom voice which shouted, getting louder and angrier as it neared. Hands gripped his shirt; he was alone. There was still more pain and still more shouting. "Shut up, I said shut up!" A fist and at once there were stars in his eyes, sparking and stationary in two separate worlds. He was spinning spinning between them until, trying to make sense of it, the fist came again and--
And he felt the two worlds shift and settle. There was a moment of clarity. Blessedly he was in one place, still in both worlds but here at least he knew where he was. He could finally see.
He was in the Uleuda realm in a small space like a pod or cubicle with a low, sloping ceiling. It was all made up of crystal, tinted soft blue emanating a pale, teal glow. Soothing. He was lying down. Alone. He knew he was supposed to be doing something but the instructions had not made sense to him and so he didn't know what he was doing now. Something like, something like resting.
He was tired, exhausted, and needed to sleep. Or no, wait. He was sleeping already.
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He woke. He woke. He woke. Again and again.
Going between. Spiraling.
Confusion. Pain. A lot of pain. Where was he?
Bright lights stung his eyes. Then there was a certain dimness, like being under the shadow of a cloud. Around him was darkness with gleaming glowing shapes like tall towers.
Where was he?
He tasted blood. The late yellow sun shone in his eyes before the clouds passed over again. Was it summer? No there were no seasons here. No sense of smell and only little sense of time.
Where was he?
---
He was moving but he was holding still. Someone was carrying him. Every new movement there was a pain, sharp through him, like something cutting. Screams. But it was quiet here. He was not being carried. He was standing still.
"You're--!" someone had said. Somewhere else: "Yludih. You're a monster."
"You're the Wanderer! We've been looking for you!" "I've got you. I've found you."
Distantly, a memory: "Father's dead and I have found you. I will never leave you again."
"Come, this way. Come, finally. Your penance." Long and drawn out: "You will pay."
And still, where was he?
There were multiple voices talking all at once. Two different conversations in two different languages. Neither made sense to a mind that was lost in between. If only he could tell where he was.
---
Wait. There was something.
He was hot, hot and confined. He couldn't-- he couldn't move his arms. He was bundled up in something soft and scratchy, but it was too warm here and it hurt. But at the same there was no feeling. There was nothing, no temperature. Pain didn't exist in the soul.
Yes. Yes it did.
Somewhere locked away he writhed in discomfort. Trapped in a small room on a cot. There was humming crystal around him; no. And then, feeling the catch in his side he screamed.
More pain, why did it hurt so badly? A sound like footsteps, someone was coming, someone else screaming, and then the screams were joined by a phantom voice which shouted, getting louder and angrier as it neared. Hands gripped his shirt; he was alone. There was still more pain and still more shouting. "Shut up, I said shut up!" A fist and at once there were stars in his eyes, sparking and stationary in two separate worlds. He was spinning spinning between them until, trying to make sense of it, the fist came again and--
And he felt the two worlds shift and settle. There was a moment of clarity. Blessedly he was in one place, still in both worlds but here at least he knew where he was. He could finally see.
He was in the Uleuda realm in a small space like a pod or cubicle with a low, sloping ceiling. It was all made up of crystal, tinted soft blue emanating a pale, teal glow. Soothing. He was lying down. Alone. He knew he was supposed to be doing something but the instructions had not made sense to him and so he didn't know what he was doing now. Something like, something like resting.
He was tired, exhausted, and needed to sleep. Or no, wait. He was sleeping already.
"Speaking in Rakahi"
"Speaking in Common"
"Speaking in Ulehi"
"Speaking in Common"
"Speaking in Ulehi"
