2012-11-03, 08:30 PM
Then emerald sea stretching out beyond reason, an endless field of lusciousness. Scent of honey fills my nostrils, intoxicating, relaxing, but alert still i am, senses sharpened. Merciless gusts nip at my large muscular figure. Grief, despair, hopeless cries of swiftness soon to follow. Spear clenched, waiting for it, LONGING for it. No, not longing, that feeling should not arise. Men shall die, whether good or bad still a loss it is. Nothing is to be excited for. Beyond the horizon, suddenly the green plain is infected by a rush of golden chest-plates. Battle cries of men filling the area. Then a silence, I look into the eyes of a man. Young, arrogant, ready to prove his worth. Eyes of the ocean, hair of sand. Chiseled features outlining his face. A lone arrow flies, a single man on each side drops, then the massacre ensues. As I reach the man with the eyes of the ocean my ears can hear no more. Eyes full of liquid, only the unrelenting sound of ringing. An image flashes into my mind. An image of my mother ringing her favorite bell. So high-pitched, a migraine forming. The red ribbon always still. Then pain, all I feel. It consumes me, eats at me. I scream. The red red blood flows, to match the red red ribbon. Condescending eyes look upon me, the ocean glaring at me. then darkness, and nothing else.
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