Lost in the Myst
Myst Island...Day One...
The moment I lifted the book off of the dust-coated shelf I could feel it's power flowing into my veins. There was some mystical force unknown to mankind within...stitched into the binding, concealed in the pages, kept secret by the leathery cover, and scrawled into existence with ebony ink...I was instantly entranced.
Curiosity is a fault of mine, along with my eagerness to share my discoveries. Of course I opened that book of mystery and intrigue, and of course I instantly took it to the two people I am closest with...they were damned along with myself as soon as my eyes fell upon the first ancient page.
The three of us were fascinated with the Book...every letter and drawing etched onto the parchment captivated us and heightened our desire to know. If we could only know what this Book that depicted such beautiful images in our minds was, our live might've been full. We scoured the contents of that tale and found ourselves sinking deeper into the enigmatic mire.
I claim all responsibility for this incident...I found the book and brought it to them, I continued to delve into the mystique, and I am the one who finally transported us into the world of Myst.
By no means did I intend to send us here. But as always, my inquisitive nature decided to play into this escapade and I was unable to resist the urge to touch the picture on the very last page.
That picture has been burned into my mind and will remain there until the day I depart the living world...it was incredible. The view was as though I were a great seabird, hovering over the island of Myst. Only I wasn't really hovering...it was more like I was soaring and wheeling, because that magnificent picture was moving. I was gliding over every inch of Myst, swept into motion by the vivid colors and awesome spectacles never seen in this world. Every flawless detail was mine to behold as I swayed and dipped across the world...I could feel my hand stretching towards it, longing to be taken in.
My fingertips landed on the page and everything was gone.
Blackness surrounded me like a pool of onyx blood...I could feel myself being smothered by nothingness, the blank void swallowing me and choking the life from my sightless eyes and deaf ears. The only thing I could sense was an arm around my waist and I knew I had taken the other two with me into the endless night.
But endless is an inaccurate description, because before long I began to see frosty stars glimmering above me like tears on black velvet, yet only in a small section of the world. A crescent moon appeared and I realized that I was gazing up through a fissure...presumably through which we had fallen. And while I knew that we must be falling, the gap never grew any smaller and we never seemed to approach any sort of 'bottom'...perhaps it is the fall that should be referred to as endless.
Yet our journey had its closure as well. From below a golden glow began to expand into the raven sky...as I peered down into the light, I could see the island slowly fading into view while the stars and the moon and the crevice melted away. I was seeing Myst through the eyes of the seabird once again, floating down to determine the mysteries of that land.
I don't remember actually landing, but the sky dissolved into the land and we found ourselves standing on a dock alongside a partially sunken ship. The sound of sea lapping up against the island and the wind whistling through the nearby pine forest was all there was to be heard...the lack of human noise was unsettling.
Something behind me touch my back very lightly and I leapt with a small yell...my voice sounded unnatural, echoing through the empty world. I discovered upon turning that it was only Mike, looking just as scared as I can imagine I did...I'm not sure if it was my unexpected outburst or our unforeseen transportation to Myst that had startled him...I suppose it must've been both.
My cheeks were suddenly damp and I realized that I had begun to cry...I was angry with myself for dragging him into this, along with Saifon who was now standing at the edge of the dock, gazing across everlasting the cerulean sea. I wiped the tears away and put my arms around him. "I am so sorry," I whispered...I still couldn't come to terms with disturbing the silence.
He returned my embrace, murmuring, "It's all right, it's not your fault." I knew it was though, and while his words were comforting, I could never bring myself to believe them.
We wandered up a short flight of stairs leading from the dock and along a short concrete walkway. There was another staircase at the other end of the walk that apparently would've taken us to two giant steely gears, but Saifon didn't want to go that way...she was more interested in the buildings.
"There might be people there," she reasoned, but the presence of any humans in this world would've been artificial. I myself felt very out of place on the island...as though we were unwelcome there.
The first was a squat round building with a domed roof and columns encircling its circumference. The wooden door with the brass emblem proved to be unlocked and we ventured into the single room.
There was a leathery chair in the center that instantly reminded me of the dentist...it tilted back to allow a person to stare up at the machine hanging overhead.
"I wonder what this is," said Amai, wandering over to the chair. He cautiously sat down (actually, lay down would be a more accurate means of phrasing it) and frowned at the device above him. "Wow...what is this thing?" He reached up and pushed a button, then scowled at it. "Just a bunch of white dots," he said. "Something with a date too." Sitting up, he shrugged and slid off of the seat.
We walked back outside and followed the wooden path up to the next building...the front of it reminded me somewhat of the parthenon in that it was lined with columns and had a triangular overhang. Inside though, we found a small library instead of a huge statue in honor of Athena...
At the far end of the room sat a bookcase containing three shelves of rather charred-looking books. On either side of that hung a painting, then there were two more selves with a single book and page on each, and finally a fireplace on one side and a map of what appeared to be the island on the other.
The bookcase seemed to have some magnetic pull, as we were all immediately drawn to the scores of tattered books. Upon further investigation, we found that only five were still intact...four journals and another containing odd diagrams of squares in different patterns.
"Crossword puzzle?" Amai suggested as he flipped through it...I couldn't help but laugh. It was excruciatingly harsh, the sound of my voice vibrating the silent air particles, but it instantly loosened the anxious bindings that had held us thus far on the island. The fear began to lift, like a fog burned away by the sun, and we settled down with the diaries to begin our research.
Author's Note: So? Do you like it? Am I being too descriptive or should I keep going like I have been? Please review, I need some feedback before I do the next chapter!
Myst Island...Day One...
The moment I lifted the book off of the dust-coated shelf I could feel it's power flowing into my veins. There was some mystical force unknown to mankind within...stitched into the binding, concealed in the pages, kept secret by the leathery cover, and scrawled into existence with ebony ink...I was instantly entranced.
Curiosity is a fault of mine, along with my eagerness to share my discoveries. Of course I opened that book of mystery and intrigue, and of course I instantly took it to the two people I am closest with...they were damned along with myself as soon as my eyes fell upon the first ancient page.
The three of us were fascinated with the Book...every letter and drawing etched onto the parchment captivated us and heightened our desire to know. If we could only know what this Book that depicted such beautiful images in our minds was, our live might've been full. We scoured the contents of that tale and found ourselves sinking deeper into the enigmatic mire.
I claim all responsibility for this incident...I found the book and brought it to them, I continued to delve into the mystique, and I am the one who finally transported us into the world of Myst.
By no means did I intend to send us here. But as always, my inquisitive nature decided to play into this escapade and I was unable to resist the urge to touch the picture on the very last page.
That picture has been burned into my mind and will remain there until the day I depart the living world...it was incredible. The view was as though I were a great seabird, hovering over the island of Myst. Only I wasn't really hovering...it was more like I was soaring and wheeling, because that magnificent picture was moving. I was gliding over every inch of Myst, swept into motion by the vivid colors and awesome spectacles never seen in this world. Every flawless detail was mine to behold as I swayed and dipped across the world...I could feel my hand stretching towards it, longing to be taken in.
My fingertips landed on the page and everything was gone.
Blackness surrounded me like a pool of onyx blood...I could feel myself being smothered by nothingness, the blank void swallowing me and choking the life from my sightless eyes and deaf ears. The only thing I could sense was an arm around my waist and I knew I had taken the other two with me into the endless night.
But endless is an inaccurate description, because before long I began to see frosty stars glimmering above me like tears on black velvet, yet only in a small section of the world. A crescent moon appeared and I realized that I was gazing up through a fissure...presumably through which we had fallen. And while I knew that we must be falling, the gap never grew any smaller and we never seemed to approach any sort of 'bottom'...perhaps it is the fall that should be referred to as endless.
Yet our journey had its closure as well. From below a golden glow began to expand into the raven sky...as I peered down into the light, I could see the island slowly fading into view while the stars and the moon and the crevice melted away. I was seeing Myst through the eyes of the seabird once again, floating down to determine the mysteries of that land.
I don't remember actually landing, but the sky dissolved into the land and we found ourselves standing on a dock alongside a partially sunken ship. The sound of sea lapping up against the island and the wind whistling through the nearby pine forest was all there was to be heard...the lack of human noise was unsettling.
Something behind me touch my back very lightly and I leapt with a small yell...my voice sounded unnatural, echoing through the empty world. I discovered upon turning that it was only Mike, looking just as scared as I can imagine I did...I'm not sure if it was my unexpected outburst or our unforeseen transportation to Myst that had startled him...I suppose it must've been both.
My cheeks were suddenly damp and I realized that I had begun to cry...I was angry with myself for dragging him into this, along with Saifon who was now standing at the edge of the dock, gazing across everlasting the cerulean sea. I wiped the tears away and put my arms around him. "I am so sorry," I whispered...I still couldn't come to terms with disturbing the silence.
He returned my embrace, murmuring, "It's all right, it's not your fault." I knew it was though, and while his words were comforting, I could never bring myself to believe them.
We wandered up a short flight of stairs leading from the dock and along a short concrete walkway. There was another staircase at the other end of the walk that apparently would've taken us to two giant steely gears, but Saifon didn't want to go that way...she was more interested in the buildings.
"There might be people there," she reasoned, but the presence of any humans in this world would've been artificial. I myself felt very out of place on the island...as though we were unwelcome there.
The first was a squat round building with a domed roof and columns encircling its circumference. The wooden door with the brass emblem proved to be unlocked and we ventured into the single room.
There was a leathery chair in the center that instantly reminded me of the dentist...it tilted back to allow a person to stare up at the machine hanging overhead.
"I wonder what this is," said Amai, wandering over to the chair. He cautiously sat down (actually, lay down would be a more accurate means of phrasing it) and frowned at the device above him. "Wow...what is this thing?" He reached up and pushed a button, then scowled at it. "Just a bunch of white dots," he said. "Something with a date too." Sitting up, he shrugged and slid off of the seat.
We walked back outside and followed the wooden path up to the next building...the front of it reminded me somewhat of the parthenon in that it was lined with columns and had a triangular overhang. Inside though, we found a small library instead of a huge statue in honor of Athena...
At the far end of the room sat a bookcase containing three shelves of rather charred-looking books. On either side of that hung a painting, then there were two more selves with a single book and page on each, and finally a fireplace on one side and a map of what appeared to be the island on the other.
The bookcase seemed to have some magnetic pull, as we were all immediately drawn to the scores of tattered books. Upon further investigation, we found that only five were still intact...four journals and another containing odd diagrams of squares in different patterns.
"Crossword puzzle?" Amai suggested as he flipped through it...I couldn't help but laugh. It was excruciatingly harsh, the sound of my voice vibrating the silent air particles, but it instantly loosened the anxious bindings that had held us thus far on the island. The fear began to lift, like a fog burned away by the sun, and we settled down with the diaries to begin our research.
Author's Note: So? Do you like it? Am I being too descriptive or should I keep going like I have been? Please review, I need some feedback before I do the next chapter!