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Out of the fire
By Areku
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The world is dark. You have been cast by an unseen hand into this darkness. This is the true blackness that is impossible to see through, not like the 'pitch' black of nighttime fantasies. It fills you, and with it comes the cold. As a wind that comes from everywhere at once yet stands still, it surrounds you. It moves through you as you move through the dark.
You stumble around for a moment and try to find your footing. You call for someone, anyone, but you are alone and hate every minute of it. You would be angry if you weren't afraid. Afraid of what might come from the dark and grab you. Like a childhood nightmare, all you know is fear and then you wake up screaming you cannot remember anything but that you were afraid. This is no nightmare though; the unreal surroundings prove that. You are really alone and will wander alone forever.
Then you see a small, orange light. As you stumble towards it, it grows. Soon you are in the midst of it, a raging fire threatening to devour everything. Maybe it already did. The flames create a wall around you, cutting off any escape, if running through the dark is escape. Even though the flames are huge, they shed no light on your surroundings, as if they burn only for the sake of burning.
As you stand there, the flames creep closer until they are on you. As they begin to lick your feet, they accelerate and run over your body. If you weren't panicked before you are panicking now. The fire seers your skin, as you try to escape the inferno. You would drop and roll as you were taught, but you would be rolling in flames, and that wouldn't help the situation. You scream, and cry, out of the pain. Yet no deliverance comes.
You have resigned to you fate, until a dark figure approaches through the flame, or rises from the flame, you cannot say. At first you thought he was just apart of the night, then he moved and you realized your misconception was because he was draped in black. You cannot make out his features, the fire is too intense and the night is too dark. As he comes closer, and you see the fire shrinks from him. He is as one united with the fire and the night, yet not consumed by it. This must be the one who can deliver you.
For a moment your heart leaps for joy. You hope to escape the abyss. Then you notice he carries a sword in one hand. As he raises the weapon you see it clearly: an old, blood stained katana. Fear consumes your heart as it points strait at you.
End
AN After looking at too many pictures of Aya, I had this mental image and allot of feelings I wanted to draw out. I couldn't draw it with a pencil so I wrote it out here.
One line would make this perfect. It is "From the depths I cry out to you oh Lord." (From Sixth Sense)
I own everything, except for the figure in black who is a reference to Aya. The standard disclaimers apply to him.