Gone With the Waves
Prologue
My body floated along the river, motionless and rolling with the stream. Madness rules my mind, as I fall into dormancy. Nothing is the same anymore, not since she left… A girl of a lifetime. A kind, blue haired adept, that would always be compassionate… always understanding… She is gone from my world, and I shall never awake. Just float in the river, and let the current sweep my fears, my worries, my life away into the sunset. I turn my back upon the world, for if I cannot be with her, I might as well be lost in a sea without a boat.
"Isaac… ISAAC!!"
There is no voice… noone is coming. I am alone in the river…
"ISAAC! DON'T DROWN!!"
There is nothing left… Nothing… left…
My eyes opened in a flash, the light of the room burning into my eyes. Where was I? The room was unfamiliar… I was sure I had never been here before. Standing up, I realized I had been on the floor. Looking around the room, I found pictures in place of windows, and a mirror in place of a door. I walked towards the mirror, and looked upon the figure inside it. I saw a shadow of myself, a walking husk, a mere memory of my former self. The pictures along the walls were memories, pieces of myself that were taken from me. I could not face the light without them. The first picture was that of a child, standing below a ledge. On top of the ledge, two frightening adepts were talking in hushed tones, about the storm that was raging that night. He looked upon the memory as a stranger, and passed by it without a second glance. The second picture was that of a boy, himself, patching a roof with thatch. A woman stood below a ladder, surveying the boy's work. The next picture was that of a temple, with statues of goddesses, and a carving of the moon on the ground, a portal in front of him. Another picture was that of a town, and a strange blond haired short boy in front of him. The boy was concentrating, and he could see information leaking from his own mind. Another picture was that of a dying tree, defending itself with its last power. Another was that of a girl, blue haired and beautiful. It was right outside a lighthouse, with a statue blocking the entrance. I noticed that a boy was pushing the statue aside, without ever touching it himself. Another picture, this one of a pulsing aqua beacon. He saw the girl shine with an aura of power atop the lighthouse. The next picture was that of a dragon, burning a dark room of a cave with light, revealing a hidden walkway in the air. Another picture down was that of a desert, a boy revealing a hidden oases before the group. The next picture was that of a boat, a group fighting a mighty Kraken. Another picture down, he found himself fighting a battle against fierce opponents, fending them off with sheer force of will. Another picture down, he saw himself striking a finishing blow upon an old pirate, and a beam of light descending upon him through the cave ceiling. The boy had become the King of the Pirates. The last picture was that of a sphere of golden light, and himself bathed in golden radiance. He was fighting a two-headed dragon of fierce strength, defeating it with a blade of his own element. These memories… they were more than that. These were the embodiments of his soul, down to a crystalline form. These pictures held what he lacked… his own soul. Looking over, he saw a boy on the ground, where he had woken up. The boy was not breathing, nor sleeping, nor was he awake. The only thing gleaming with a hint of life was a sphere of power, residing in the boy's chest. He saw himself in the reflection, and knew what he had to do. The memories swirled around him, his surroundings closing in around him. The walls closed in, and he was surrounded by the light. Beams of light erupted from the pictures, engulfing the boy on the ground. I, too, was engulfed, absorbed into the boy again. I was not whole… But it was the closest I could get.