Sequel to From One World To Another!
Chapter One: Forgotten Memories
Blood…
So much blood… It hurt…
Why did it come out like this?... This turn of… events. None of them understand… None… Everything was clouded… my memory… my name. Who am I?
Something is wrong...
I was… I… Dizzy. Why? I…couldn't see. Blood in my eyes, I could feel the cold stained liquid. Blurry images clouding them… plaguing them…
Make it stop… Make it stop…please…
Why… why can't I remember what happened before now...
Dots began to dance in my already devastated vision.
Those black dots, plaguing my vision. Getting larger and larger. Then everything went black…
Still everything hurt, why? Why wasn't I healing? I was still bleeding. I… can't stand.
I open my eyes, my vision cleared up a bit.
This forest… it's beautiful… quiet, peaceful. Everything went black again… why…
I must be hea- No I wasn't why. Why won't it stop… Make it stop! Nothing is healing!
The creature looked at his side to see what the problem was exactly. He was laying on his side, in a pool of fresh blood layering over the dried blood. Staining the forest floor. Blood stained eyes widened to see what the problem was and he wish he hadn't.
He knew full well his energy was fading. Black fur slowly turning back into a golden tan. The lost of energy and most of his senses decreased to a dangerous level.
It was painful to even look let alone to move.
Gasping in utter shock at the sight before him. He didn't even remember what happened prior to this. Massive and deep gashes raked his body. A sword wedged just below his upper chest and poking it's point out behind his foreleg.
He knew that sword… Why couldn't he remember what happened. That sword belonged to someone he couldn't quite remember. Who was it? It must be the shock of what happened and the strain on his body.
The sword was broad, made of silver and blue colored metal. It must've weighed in at about 240 pounds alone. Masterfully crafted and imbued with power that can counteract his power. The blue coloring came in a stripe down the middle, not going past the handle.
He coughed up blood, and right then he knew the weapon impaled two of his four lungs. Panting uncontrollably. Eyes lidded and he knew darkness was here to pull him back under.
Was… was this a dream? It seems so real…I'm… why am I mad?
My brother, why did you stand against me. After all we've been through… I growl in utmost loathing. Eyes narrowed and teeth bared. Brother does the same. His prefered weapon in hand. A broadsword. The handle gripped roughly in his jaws. Narrowed blue eyes with no pupils glowed back at my own red ones.
I could feel myself smile, a smile laced with wicked and evil intentions. They gave me away. Brother and I were polar opposites. Made specifically to be the puppets of the gods. Mine of chaos and his of justice. Mortal enemies not meant to be blood.
Not meant to be related.
Little brother charges. Soaring just a foot off the ground with his magnificent feathered wings. Not even anywhere near me I felt something calling me back. The dream being sucked away like a black hole.
Something is kicking me. I want to open my eyes but I can't find the strength. My heart was beating so slow…I don't think I'm breathing…
Upon realizing he wasn't breathing, panic fed into adrenaline. Mustering enough energy to snap his eyes open. Sight blurry and the lighting intense he couldn't quite make out what it was.
Whatever it was it reached for the sword that was lodged in his side. The sword lit up in blinding light. The pain spike he got from having the sword being moved and wiggled around sent him to suck in much needed oxygen. His brain praising him for that much needed oxygen.
Adrenaline shocked eyes set themselves upon the thing trying to pry the sword out. Clearly it was having trouble. It hurt like hell. The beast screeched at the thing. It was some kind of goblin thing.
He couldn't tell all too well. The figure was fat and blurry.
It placed a foot on his side, trying to get better leverage. The beast lunged for it. The goblin thing jumped back and fell on its fat ass. The wounded creature hissed in pain. He had tried to stand up in the process and immediately fell over. The thing got up and blew a loud and annoying horn.
He winced from the sound. Only to get himself more angry. A ticking time bomb would be the best way to describe him as of now.
The horn attracted more of them. Carrying many varieties of the same sort of weapons. Melee weapons. His vision getting black dots across it again. 'Not now!' The beast seethed in rage. One of them dared get close enough, poking the creature's unfurled and damaged wing.
Apparently he now noticed just how much damage he had taken. He, a beast of shadows so weakened he couldn't kill something so hideous and stupid. After the first poked him more joined in.
The creature hissed,snarled,growled, roared anything he could do to ward them off without physical contact. This proved useless in warding them off.
If anything they got more rowdy and started chatting amongst themselves. However the beast did not understand their grunts and growls. "Get back." The beast rasped weakly.
The creatures laughed at him, approaching him from all sides. His eyes got a hint of red in them, "GET BACK!" He roared in a demonic voice. Such a voice sounded like hundreds of other beings backed up behind it. That stopped them. Head whipping around to make sure they all stopped.
Waving his horns around in a desperate attempt to intimidate them further. Then he felt a piercing pain in his hindquarter. Something just impaled his hind leg and it didn't add to his situation at all.
Whipping around with cat like reflects, even if it did cause a lot of pain. He only winced. Apparently one of them has a bow and arrow. Said one already had the next arrow loaded and aimed right at his skull at point blank range.
Eyes wide in fear. Yeah he wasn't doing so hot. Injured to the point of incapacitation and against a hoard of these things. He is doomed.
The creature boar right into the goblin thing's eyes. They were void of any serious intelligence.
The creature fired without a second thought. The arrow lodging itself between his eyes. Everything faded to black. The coldness of unconsciousness.
I'm dead aren't I? No…
"Stand down!" I hear my voice say. I was back in the dream. Little brother charging me still. Sword clutched tightly in his jaws. Tears rolling down his white cheeks. He doesn't respond to me. I growl then charge him from the ground.
His sword swings at me. I dodge under it. Coming up to hit him with my skull. That throws him off balance. Back hitting the ground. He still holds on to his weapon.
Already back on his feet, wings spread defensively as he kept his head low. I roar at him. Spit flying everywhere as my jaws open wide. Sharp teeth greet him, ready to fend little brother off.
"You choose this path! You betrayed us! How could you?!" Brother yells, more tears streaming down his face.
I feel myself scowl. With lightning speed I charge him. Those blue eyes widening as he screamed a t me. "Brother!" He screamed it in despair, like you would when someone dies when you don't want them to. It was just filled with sadness and eventually void.
Then the dream cut off again. Reality sucking me back into consciousness.
The first thing he does is scream, eyes shooting wide open as he felt the sword roughly torn out. The sword lit up in pure blinding light in the process. It caused a huge spike of pain to erupt in his entire being. His sight went blind with nothing but pure whiteness.
His desperate cry turned into a blood curdling roar. Even if he was fatally injured, he would be damned if he didn't do anything but lay there.
Although he wasn't seeing clearly he knew exactly where to attack. He lunged, jaws wide open and awaiting the warm flesh of a living being.
Something stopped him short. Clanking of chains and the feeling of air getting knocked out of him. He was in chains. Panic ensued to thrashing. Thrashing turned to pain. The severity of his wounds forcing his struggles to an abrupt stop.
He still couldn't see anything. He knew he was somewhere dark, but all he could see was white. Blinding light?
Was he blind? Why couldn't he heal? Why wasn't he, what was stopping him?
Something wet was pressed up against one of his wounds. It stung. Thus he flinched from the surprise. Growling at whoever dared. Jaws snapping at whoever it was, but none made their mark.
The being tending to him didn't seem to scare away like the others. It had guts. Eventually he gave up fighting back.
Really it was for his own benefit, not because he was giving in to this creature.
Laying his head down. The ground was hard and cold. Stone is what it must be. The coolness of it felt amazing against his hot body. Wait… hot? He was sweating up a storm. Closing his eyes in what appeared to be annoyance.
He had a raging fever, and most of his wounds felt rotten. They had to be infected. He didn't need a nose to know that.
Breathing deep and slowly, trying to keep himself calm. The situation at hand was enough alone to ensue panic, and it damn well did. Coping was his only friend right now.
Instead he focused on the hands applying what seemed like antiseptic and bandages. They were long and cold. Just like the ground. Soothing almost. However at the same time, this physical contact was grating his nervous. It was something he did not enjoy. Only one person was ever really welcomed to do that and he was, well the creature didn't remember.
Why did some things evade him so? What was missing from his mind? All he knew was it was important.
Nothing was fair, everything led to loss and despair that was always hidden just under the surface, but he didn't have time to dwell on it.
Once again the void that is unconsciousness came to pull him back down to the pits of hell. He could only hope nothing bad would happen. It wasn't fair. The pain, the betrayal. This turn of events.
Blood, we both had blood. Both our own and each others. Gashes, cuts, bite marks. Everything you could imagine from five foot tall beasts. Even weapon wounds. Little brother was worse for ware.
"Brother!" Little brother snarled in both rage and sorrow. "You're giving me no choice!" He snarled again, tears streaming down his cheeks. "It was your choice to stand against me! Not mine!" I snarl it utmost loathing. Eyes narrowing down to set a hateful gaze upon little brother.
"You caused this! YOU!" Brother roared, less and less tears falling down his face. Almost as if my change of heart and insults pushed him to forget all love he had for me.
His sword started to glow a celestial white, power being imbued into it's very metal. The very power that made my skin crawl, my blood boil. My anger to grow and turn into nothing but loathing and fury. He charged me. I snarled getting into a readied stance.
"Insolent, back stabbing brother!" I roar, drool dripping down my jaws like some rabid beast.
Brother's scowl deepened into something I don't have words for. Those blue eyes suddenly lit up into nothing but pure whiteness. Keeping any and all eye contact with me. I felt my brain flash with a sudden jolt. My eyes went blurry. Nothing was visible now.
Just a blinding white covering my vision.
The next thing I know is I can't move, even if I tried.
I couldn't see… Every wound I had now was burning like it was on fire….
Gasping in pain, Eyes squinted shut as I was now tasked to deal with this pain. I wasn't left alone to do so either.
Something sharp and burning pierced me right in the lower chest, I could feel it poking out right behind my upper foreleg. That was warrant enough for a blood curdling cry. Brother didn't bother pulling it out and instead opted for causing as much damage as possible on my paralyzed body.
"Damn you!" I scoff in a hoarse pain filled voice. "I'm going to kill you!" I hiss, coming out of my paralyzed stupor. Opting to claw his face off even if I couldn't see him.
The pain was too much for me to focus on just him. My mind was scattered, like it was falling apart along with my body.
I could feel a rush of wind as brother leapt back. I hunch over. The pain… the blood.
I fall down, only held up by my forelegs. Blood dripping from every part of my body. Despite the pain I find myself laughing. A laugh that said loud and clear that I had lost it. That I didn't plan on going back to what once was.
Why? Why was I laughing…
I feel myself torn from my dream scape again… No, not so soon…
The beast's eyes open dramatically, pupils dilating from large dots into small dots of black. The first thing he noticed was the fact that his body felt better. Though he didn't dare look. Too strained of energy to even bother.
Not that he could see anyway. Though the blindness was now a blur of colors than pure white.
He wasn't sure what to do, how to go about this. So still he kept laying there, enjoying the cold feel of the ground. The cool touch of the chains that held him steadfast.
Only with his eyes did he concentrate with. Looking, searching the room from top to bottom as best as he could. Everything was indeed stone, well except for the door. Which appeared to be metal. It wasn't bared, but was solid. No window on it and from the looks of it no handle on the inside.
Figures, just his luck.
There were no windows, no ventilation shafts. Nothing. And it was indeed dark, there was no source of light.
Not that he needed light anyway.
He'd tried to stand up, the chains not giving him any slack. It was worse, they were tight and steadfast. Only managing a crouch position before his body gave out, crumpling back to the cold stone floor.
"Arghh!" He cried out in utter annoyance and pain. Noting down that he was indeed sore. That battle he couldn't quite remember very well must of done it.
"Son of a b-" The beast started to yell when the metal door flew open. Swinging open while the door creaked. Slamming loudly into the wall. His head already pointed towards said door. Ears perked forward with wide dilated eyes. Frozen into silence.
"Oh please do mind your language in the presence of your host who has kindly saved your pathetic life. " A stern merciless voice said. With still blurry eyes he looked on at the pale tall and leen figure. He had some kind of red cape on him as well.
He felt like he knew this person, but couldn't quite place it. He must not know this person, they didn't appear to recognize him.
So the beast dropped the thought.
"Guests do not stay in cells and are bound in chains my good host." The beast humored him. Smirking ever so slightly. Having no idea just what or who he was dealing with.
The figure walked in, snapping his fingers oddly enough. The metal door creaks and shut itself without any visible help.
"Oh perhaps I gave you the wrong impression?" That voice said silkily. He was leaning down now towards the beast. Who only glared right at him fearlessly. "Your 'impressions' could really use some fixing." Was his response. Green eyes hosting pupils that were now slits.
"Very well. Captives do not mock their captors unless they want punishment." That pale figure hissed in annoyance.
"And only the fool leaves himself exposed in the face of a savage tiger." The creature responded, snapping his jaws viciously at the too close asswhole that was his 'captor'.
He honestly didn't know where that phrase came from. Or why he suddenly shook his head violently when he became quite annoyed. It was almost like second nature. Like he'd done it hundreds of time before.
This humanoid figure looked a bit confused, even a small bit of pity found it's way into his features. Like he was both surprised and sympathetic at the same time.
The next moment jaws came within inches of that perfect bitable face The chains were the only things keeping him from destroying that defined perfect face. The face belonging to the very furious being that flinched away on reflex.
Even at the dire situation and position he was in the beast found himself laughing his sore ass off. Much to the other's fury and that deathly look in his eyes he still kept going. Making silence taste it's sorry ass.
Silence was what he got in return.
Now down to a mere chuckle he looked the humanoid dead in the eyes. Internally wishing he hadn't. Those chocolate eyes looked like death itself.
But oddly enough his antics didn't stop. "Don't know why I'm laughing but I don't care." He chuckled throwing his head back. "Apparently you need to be taught a lesson." The being replied, seething and fuming in rage.
Green eyes looked up to the stranger's dark brown eyes. "Does this face look bothered to you oh so pale captor?" The beast continued to make a mockery of him.
"And what makes someone such as I so amusing to mock? It makes me angry, sick with anger even. To be honest I don't do to well with my temper sometimes." The humanoid uttered as if talking to himself. Holding a gloved hand to his chin in thought.
"Bingo! That would be why." Was the beast's response.
The man's face seemed to darken dramatically. Yes he was pissed. "Oh did I touch a nerve?" He replied, smirking deviously. Which the creature didn't know why he felt so tempted to do this.
Almost like second nature. It just had to of been something he did before he forgot his life up until about a day ago.
That brought up a different train of thought. What exactly happened after he lost consciousness. Green eyes narrowing at the stone ground in thought. His mood no longer sarcastic or challenging. Just serious and confused.
His expression seemed to have lightened up the stranger's who in addition sighed like he was busy dealing with a mere child.
"What happened?" The beast asked with a sincere tone. Green eyes looking welcoming and trusting. Clueless and lost. Head unconsciously tilted like a confused dog.
"My minions found you. Dumb fools weren't even capable enough to deal with you." Was the pale man's response. "And?" The beast inquired curiously. "I killed them for their stupidity of course." Was the response the creature got.
"That explains their absence, they were stupid." He replied, warily looking up at the man towering over his prone form.
"Then I was informed and just had to take a look at the 'mortally wounded yet still kicking beast like none other before.' " The man shifted to one side, a hand resting on his hip. "Why not let me die. I obviously deserve it from what I recall, but I don't remember much else beyond bits and pieces of that fight." Those green eyes looked up, seemingly so innocent yet they held some form of evil inside them.
Like dark flames within those pupils.
"With whom were you fighting, whoever it was did a good number on you. Though I do think it was foolish to not heal yourself as soon as possible." The man said, leaning down into a crouch, now slightly higher than eye level with the chained beast.
"Call me crazy but I have a brother, beat the shit out of him then he came around and did worse to me." The beast said, sounding like he couldn't believe it. While he ignored the golden opportunity he had to bite that face.
He remembered something, the sword! "Where's the sword?" He sounded demanding and worried, no it was more of fear.
The humanoid briefly wondered what was so scary about that bland uninteresting weapon.
"It's safe in my possession." A simple response was given. The creature's face darkened immensely, black pupils now slightly red and glowing. "Destroy it." He snarled in a dark completely different voice.
That sudden changed shocked them both. The beast didn't know where or what caused him to say something like that.
"Now that you reacted like that I think I'll hold onto it." The stranger taunted, smirking deviously. "Get rid of it!" He roared this time, standing up despite the pain. Like someone who was possessed. He still wasn't 100% better but that didn't deter him.
Black smoke seeping off his golden hide, the man saw it even in the dimly lit environment. Said man stood up, staggering back as he assumed a defensive stance.
To add to the sudden change the chains binding the beast started to rattle before they all crumpled into mere dust. The black smoke dulling down into mere mist as the golden fur became pure void fitted along with red horns,claws and wings. Red glowing eyes with no pupil replaced the fiery forest green ones.
The beast charged. With lighting speed, so fast the stranger barely had the chance to snap out of the way in a flurry of diamonds.
The sound of metal giving way to a superior force happened loudly. As skull and horns crashed, the door flew off it's hinges. It's bent form smashing into a wall in it's path.
Now out of that blasted room, the beast slowly turned around to glare at the being, he was both shocked and furious. Before he could react the beast was off in a flash. Dashing down the hallway at surprising speeds. Perhaps around 80 miles per hour with the sudden turning and endless path options.