So I was walking through snow until I was shown a cave. "Look," he says. I did so and out comes a creature who's not quite a bear. It looks at me and I scream for it to go away, because warmth radiates off it like the warmth of a protector, and I'm not dealing with another lie. I am called to heel, told to look again, and I do. Something seems to come out of the creature, a slug-like thing in vaguely human patterns, on the ground, obviously in pain. I know who it is. Again the creature moves, and another person falls out of it, this one whole and recognizable, except the seem a little prettier and their eyes are a startling ahde of bright blue. The eyes make you feel they could see everything, and yet their demeanor is that of a youth, sometimes even a child, despite the fact their intelligence is not. The larvae creature is rolling around, desperate for healing, and is reaching for me, and I'll have nothing to do with him, for I know who he is. The blue-eyed boy who should not be is reaching for me, begging me to help, so worried about the larvae creature, and behind me I am also being prodded forward. I move farther away. I try to walk away several times, but the blue eyed boy or my guide stops me.
Somewhere in this time the blue eyed boy has gripped the larvae's hand, and the larvaer has taken on the features I knew he would, but still vague. You could watch the energy pulled from him and poured through him into the larvae, and it wasnt enough, and I am being called. I complete things somehow, something older than me, some pact or circle, and I want nothing to do with it anymore. Finally with the urging of the guide and the pleas of the blue eyed boy, I grasp the blue eyed boy's hand. I refuse to grasp the larvae's, I feel to do so would cause a connection, and I have just managed to break that connection. The reaction is immediate, I feel what I just saw, enery pouring and pulled through me and the boy both, and into the larvae figure. His featuressnap back into place, clearly outlined and defined, and the energy unusued grounds itself harmlessly. Despite all that energy being pulled from us, the blue eyed boy and I dont seem to be harmed.
I recall the creature talking through this, and my guide always watching, but not what was said. Mostly coaxing to get me this far, I suspect.
By this point I was only peripherally aware of them both, caught as I was by the urge to complete the circle and take the no-longer-larvae's hand. I'm refusing too, depite the desire I feel from both boys and the pulling of the energies, but I'm fighting with something thats pulling just as strongly at me as well,itisnt just their desire. Beyond the boys is a road, a shining beautiful road that leds very far away, and all I want is to follow that road, but the only way to it is through the boys. I have to finish what I started here, though I'm unsure what it is, and move forward from there. I also feel the desire to not leave things unfinished and behind, and all the other things urging me to complete the connection, but I want never to be connected again, only to have it severed for good and to be left alone to follow that shining road.
Finally I use my free hand to grasp the blue-eyed boy's hand, and tell the healed larvae boy to hold onto that hand as I hold onto the blue eyed boy. He does and, as hoped, the blue eyed boy becomes a grounding spot for me, a connection is made and completed, but nowhere near as powerful as if I'd touched him alone. So the two boys are still holding hands, and both my arms are backward, my body forwards, apile of four hands, mine and the blue eyed boy's held, and then my other hand and the healed boy's covering.
And immediatly upon the clasp of all I feel movement. A long road winds open before us, a road that doesnt seem a trail now, but long and flat, a smooth white concrete or marble substance, unbroken by cracks and crevices, unblemished by marks of any kind or variations in color. It seems greek somehow and yet very futureistic as well, and while its going where I wanted to go, I am unnerved by the lack of nature beneath my feet and the speed at which we travel. I didnt want them to come but they were coming anyway, and I didnt find it in me to be sorry about it, though I wondered why they were there. Along the way something falls away, something dark and of no consequence and the healed boy calls a person's name, but she is already very far behind and seems almost a cardboard cutout, of no consequence to me. He looks back a bit, as does the blue eyed boy, but then both face forward and dont give it a second thought.
We travel what seems thousands of miles and land on a platform. The platform is like the road in makeup, white and blemishless, greek yet somehow futuristic, a blend of the two. Its perfectly circular, not very high, and a series of steps drop down from it to the ground, also perfectly circular. Its like looking at the base of a column, but one that was cut flat to become a stage. I no longer see the road, its as if the road existed tween space and time, and we were elsewhere before being dropped here. The landscape is mostly natural, with more platforms everywhere belonging tyo other people, scattered all over the place. On some I fancy I see people, on others just feel them as if they were there but unseen. The sky is black, and you can see lighting striking everywhere, splitting the sky and threatening the platforms. I look a ground and a great sense of familiarity overwhelms me, and I gasp "This place." This was unexpected, one part of me was still taking it in, but another part knows this place, and knows we have all been here before. That was why the boys came, they were necessary, part and parcel of this thing. I thought about getting off the platform, going to explore, wanted too actually, but it was like a force held me. I could have left if I wanted, but it would have been a Bad Idea. And something called me to not leaving the boys, that connection I was so avoiding.
I recall some talking, but not what was said, but eventually Igot impatient with nothing happening and Called. Something came through the bottom of the platform, something tall shootingfrom ground to sky, but for me very hard to focus on clearly. Fairly sure that wasnt a property ofit, but my inability to grasp or see it for what it was. It spoke, and again the words are gone from me. We talked, it an I, and I recall the boys watching but not participating. Honestly, I wasnt sure what they were doing and I wasnt focusing on them. I recall hitting buttons, the thing seemed to me to be a cross between a living entity and a towering column that doubled as a highly intelligent computer. It removed a darkness from us all. From me and the blue eyed boy a deep darkness, bad and poisonous energies were expelled, but from the healed boy almost nothing. Whether he'd been healed of those energies by us or whether he'd been under some form of protection, he had only a puff to exhale, and nothing more.
Much passed between me and the machine, and I recall eventually my fiddling with the controls was to call down lightning to the platform. I seemed to know the controls very well, used them without hesitation, while the boys seemed somewhat confused. I wanted to call down lightning, if this is what kept us all connected, I was having none of it, I wanted it severed and done for good. I dont recall lightning striking, but a huge thing of energy did eventually split the platform, me on one side, them on the other. A guide came in surprisingly at that point, or, at least, thats what it felt like. She wanted theplatform fixed and tried too a couple times, but I wanted it severed. Finally I was shown should I chasnge my mind later I had the power to fix it, and was allowed to leave, and leave it as it was. I did so, and the last I saw of the boys was on that severed platform.
The rest of the night was spent rattling around rooms in a great hall, stockpiling my old weapons and arming myself, preparing again to be solitary.
What strikes me so is the platform, though, the twisted dead landscame raged by tempest and storm, a land hyperkintic with energy where the platforms were both power points and grounding points, almost organic in spiteof their machinery. I had been there before, the familiarity grips me even now. And I recall another I once had, where there was two on the platform, the blue eyed boy who wasnt blue eyed then but seemed to be glowing with a pure white light from the inside and myself. The storm raged dangerously around it, but when we clasped hands it calmed, and people we knew, people we loved, friends from other lives as yet unmet as well as friends from this one began to come together, to gather tribe to tribe. They were spots of light out there, stars in the now calm darkness. And it was only landing there again that I realized it was the same landscape, the same platforms, though we three landed on a different one than in that vision, I think. I recall liking that calm in the storm, the feeling that we could do or create almost anything, the gathering of the tribes. But even then, this wasa familier place, a place I had known for a long time. Its almost post-apocolyptic, but I dont feel it works quite that way. I feel the storms are also result and not cause of the desolation surrounding the platforms, so I'm unsure what caused things to be that way.
Night times are weird for me.
Somewhere in this time the blue eyed boy has gripped the larvae's hand, and the larvaer has taken on the features I knew he would, but still vague. You could watch the energy pulled from him and poured through him into the larvae, and it wasnt enough, and I am being called. I complete things somehow, something older than me, some pact or circle, and I want nothing to do with it anymore. Finally with the urging of the guide and the pleas of the blue eyed boy, I grasp the blue eyed boy's hand. I refuse to grasp the larvae's, I feel to do so would cause a connection, and I have just managed to break that connection. The reaction is immediate, I feel what I just saw, enery pouring and pulled through me and the boy both, and into the larvae figure. His featuressnap back into place, clearly outlined and defined, and the energy unusued grounds itself harmlessly. Despite all that energy being pulled from us, the blue eyed boy and I dont seem to be harmed.
I recall the creature talking through this, and my guide always watching, but not what was said. Mostly coaxing to get me this far, I suspect.
By this point I was only peripherally aware of them both, caught as I was by the urge to complete the circle and take the no-longer-larvae's hand. I'm refusing too, depite the desire I feel from both boys and the pulling of the energies, but I'm fighting with something thats pulling just as strongly at me as well,itisnt just their desire. Beyond the boys is a road, a shining beautiful road that leds very far away, and all I want is to follow that road, but the only way to it is through the boys. I have to finish what I started here, though I'm unsure what it is, and move forward from there. I also feel the desire to not leave things unfinished and behind, and all the other things urging me to complete the connection, but I want never to be connected again, only to have it severed for good and to be left alone to follow that shining road.
Finally I use my free hand to grasp the blue-eyed boy's hand, and tell the healed larvae boy to hold onto that hand as I hold onto the blue eyed boy. He does and, as hoped, the blue eyed boy becomes a grounding spot for me, a connection is made and completed, but nowhere near as powerful as if I'd touched him alone. So the two boys are still holding hands, and both my arms are backward, my body forwards, apile of four hands, mine and the blue eyed boy's held, and then my other hand and the healed boy's covering.
And immediatly upon the clasp of all I feel movement. A long road winds open before us, a road that doesnt seem a trail now, but long and flat, a smooth white concrete or marble substance, unbroken by cracks and crevices, unblemished by marks of any kind or variations in color. It seems greek somehow and yet very futureistic as well, and while its going where I wanted to go, I am unnerved by the lack of nature beneath my feet and the speed at which we travel. I didnt want them to come but they were coming anyway, and I didnt find it in me to be sorry about it, though I wondered why they were there. Along the way something falls away, something dark and of no consequence and the healed boy calls a person's name, but she is already very far behind and seems almost a cardboard cutout, of no consequence to me. He looks back a bit, as does the blue eyed boy, but then both face forward and dont give it a second thought.
We travel what seems thousands of miles and land on a platform. The platform is like the road in makeup, white and blemishless, greek yet somehow futuristic, a blend of the two. Its perfectly circular, not very high, and a series of steps drop down from it to the ground, also perfectly circular. Its like looking at the base of a column, but one that was cut flat to become a stage. I no longer see the road, its as if the road existed tween space and time, and we were elsewhere before being dropped here. The landscape is mostly natural, with more platforms everywhere belonging tyo other people, scattered all over the place. On some I fancy I see people, on others just feel them as if they were there but unseen. The sky is black, and you can see lighting striking everywhere, splitting the sky and threatening the platforms. I look a ground and a great sense of familiarity overwhelms me, and I gasp "This place." This was unexpected, one part of me was still taking it in, but another part knows this place, and knows we have all been here before. That was why the boys came, they were necessary, part and parcel of this thing. I thought about getting off the platform, going to explore, wanted too actually, but it was like a force held me. I could have left if I wanted, but it would have been a Bad Idea. And something called me to not leaving the boys, that connection I was so avoiding.
I recall some talking, but not what was said, but eventually Igot impatient with nothing happening and Called. Something came through the bottom of the platform, something tall shootingfrom ground to sky, but for me very hard to focus on clearly. Fairly sure that wasnt a property ofit, but my inability to grasp or see it for what it was. It spoke, and again the words are gone from me. We talked, it an I, and I recall the boys watching but not participating. Honestly, I wasnt sure what they were doing and I wasnt focusing on them. I recall hitting buttons, the thing seemed to me to be a cross between a living entity and a towering column that doubled as a highly intelligent computer. It removed a darkness from us all. From me and the blue eyed boy a deep darkness, bad and poisonous energies were expelled, but from the healed boy almost nothing. Whether he'd been healed of those energies by us or whether he'd been under some form of protection, he had only a puff to exhale, and nothing more.
Much passed between me and the machine, and I recall eventually my fiddling with the controls was to call down lightning to the platform. I seemed to know the controls very well, used them without hesitation, while the boys seemed somewhat confused. I wanted to call down lightning, if this is what kept us all connected, I was having none of it, I wanted it severed and done for good. I dont recall lightning striking, but a huge thing of energy did eventually split the platform, me on one side, them on the other. A guide came in surprisingly at that point, or, at least, thats what it felt like. She wanted theplatform fixed and tried too a couple times, but I wanted it severed. Finally I was shown should I chasnge my mind later I had the power to fix it, and was allowed to leave, and leave it as it was. I did so, and the last I saw of the boys was on that severed platform.
The rest of the night was spent rattling around rooms in a great hall, stockpiling my old weapons and arming myself, preparing again to be solitary.
What strikes me so is the platform, though, the twisted dead landscame raged by tempest and storm, a land hyperkintic with energy where the platforms were both power points and grounding points, almost organic in spiteof their machinery. I had been there before, the familiarity grips me even now. And I recall another I once had, where there was two on the platform, the blue eyed boy who wasnt blue eyed then but seemed to be glowing with a pure white light from the inside and myself. The storm raged dangerously around it, but when we clasped hands it calmed, and people we knew, people we loved, friends from other lives as yet unmet as well as friends from this one began to come together, to gather tribe to tribe. They were spots of light out there, stars in the now calm darkness. And it was only landing there again that I realized it was the same landscape, the same platforms, though we three landed on a different one than in that vision, I think. I recall liking that calm in the storm, the feeling that we could do or create almost anything, the gathering of the tribes. But even then, this wasa familier place, a place I had known for a long time. Its almost post-apocolyptic, but I dont feel it works quite that way. I feel the storms are also result and not cause of the desolation surrounding the platforms, so I'm unsure what caused things to be that way.
Night times are weird for me.