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Illusions of Death
Chapter 2: Pangoria
A dark figure slowly made its way across the dangerous, icy mountain. The ripped and ragged clothing was no help in this situation. Finally, able to carry on no more, it collapsed on the harsh land.
***
The first thing the blue-haired sorcerer saw when he awakened was his own reflection. As he stood up in amazement, he realized the old clothes that he wore was gone. It was replaced by a slightly oversized tunic, a deep turquoise colored sash, and normal, black trousers.
"I must admit, it actually looks pretty good on me." He admired the new suit a little longer in what appears to be a mirror. It took a while to finally get his mind focused on his current mission, finding Schala.
"But where am I?" he said, to no one in particular. The magician looked around him. Everything looked the same, it seemed liked he was trapped inside a blue, translucent dome, and the only thing inside was himself and a mirror.
"Jaaaaaanuuuuuusssssssss.................... kooooooom baaaaaaak............... Jaaaaanuuuuussssssss..................."
The magician lifted his head up towards the sky... or ceiling or whatever it was. It sounded like the strange and hollow voice came from nowhere... or everywhere. It sent chills down his spine.
"Jaaaanuuuuusssss......... hooowwwww?!? Whyyyyy?!?!? Anssssssswer meeeeeeeee!!!!! WHYYYYYY???!!!!???"
The hollow voice that was there didn't seem very hollow anymore. The magician tensed up, this was really beginning to frighten him... a little.
"Show yourself, fool! You do not know who your dealing with!" said he, pretending to be brave, but inside, he was just as frightened as a normal human about to be eaten by a vicious tiger or lion.
"YOOOOUUUUUU BEEEEEETRAAAYYYYED MEEEEEE!!!!! AFTER ALLLLLL I HAAAVE DONE FOR YOOUUUU, HOW KOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?!? TELL MEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!"
That last sentence seemed to echo forever in his mind. Betrayed? Betrayed who? Who has done anything for me? Schala? Mother? He was lost, swimming in the ocean of chaos and confusion.
"Quiet! Be QUIET!!! SHUT UP!!!!! AAAAAAAHHHH!!!!! Be quiet..." it was no use however, his mind was swarming with questions and confusion. It seemed like he was in hell, being tortured for eternity.
"What's wrong? It's only a voice, only a voice. It's not even real!!!! What's happening?!?"
"JAAAAAAANUUUUUSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!! JAAAANUUUSSSSS!!!! JAANUUUSSS! JANUS! Janus!!! Wake up!!!" The sorcerer felt a sharp sting on his face as he opened his eyes. He was someplace warm and sunny, it smelled like a meadow. Was it all just a dream? Why was he here? He sat up and squinted, trying to adjust to the bright sunlight. After a few minutes, he focused on the figure next to him. Blue and purple were all that he could see.
" Janus, my dear brother, are you alright?"
"Janus?!? BROTHER?!?!? Only one person in the world would say that... Schala"
"Schala? Schala, is it you? Answer me!!!" Magus reached out blindly at the figure next to him.
"Yes it is me, brother... I have found you at last... You don't know how much I've been through," this moved the magician to a point beyond tears.
"Schala..... I've missed you..... I couldn't find you... anywhere," then, he let loose all of the pain and suffering he had to face when she disappeared and revealed his inner self. He opened his eyes, she was no different when he had last seen her. She still had the same mysterious look in her eyes. Except something was amiss..... her pendant, but he shook it off. Nothing matters anymore, he had finally found her.............. at last.
***
Slience... Pain... More silence... More pain... Lucca slowly opened her eyes, she stood there, in a pool of blood. She couldn't remember a thing after running away from something in the field. She looked about, blood was it. It was all. She was tired, her body ached. She wanted to go to sleep, or even better, she wanted to die. Her spirit had left her. She had nothing left except for the red marks that the whip had left her and the clothes on her very back. Only one thing was on her mind now..... Pangoria.....
- Flaming Inferno
It's been a loooong time since I updated this fic. Sorry if it's a little short. Please R&R!!!
Illusions of Death
Chapter 2: Pangoria
A dark figure slowly made its way across the dangerous, icy mountain. The ripped and ragged clothing was no help in this situation. Finally, able to carry on no more, it collapsed on the harsh land.
***
The first thing the blue-haired sorcerer saw when he awakened was his own reflection. As he stood up in amazement, he realized the old clothes that he wore was gone. It was replaced by a slightly oversized tunic, a deep turquoise colored sash, and normal, black trousers.
"I must admit, it actually looks pretty good on me." He admired the new suit a little longer in what appears to be a mirror. It took a while to finally get his mind focused on his current mission, finding Schala.
"But where am I?" he said, to no one in particular. The magician looked around him. Everything looked the same, it seemed liked he was trapped inside a blue, translucent dome, and the only thing inside was himself and a mirror.
"Jaaaaaanuuuuuusssssssss.................... kooooooom baaaaaaak............... Jaaaaanuuuuussssssss..................."
The magician lifted his head up towards the sky... or ceiling or whatever it was. It sounded like the strange and hollow voice came from nowhere... or everywhere. It sent chills down his spine.
"Jaaaanuuuuusssss......... hooowwwww?!? Whyyyyy?!?!? Anssssssswer meeeeeeeee!!!!! WHYYYYYY???!!!!???"
The hollow voice that was there didn't seem very hollow anymore. The magician tensed up, this was really beginning to frighten him... a little.
"Show yourself, fool! You do not know who your dealing with!" said he, pretending to be brave, but inside, he was just as frightened as a normal human about to be eaten by a vicious tiger or lion.
"YOOOOUUUUUU BEEEEEETRAAAYYYYED MEEEEEE!!!!! AFTER ALLLLLL I HAAAVE DONE FOR YOOUUUU, HOW KOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?!? TELL MEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!"
That last sentence seemed to echo forever in his mind. Betrayed? Betrayed who? Who has done anything for me? Schala? Mother? He was lost, swimming in the ocean of chaos and confusion.
"Quiet! Be QUIET!!! SHUT UP!!!!! AAAAAAAHHHH!!!!! Be quiet..." it was no use however, his mind was swarming with questions and confusion. It seemed like he was in hell, being tortured for eternity.
"What's wrong? It's only a voice, only a voice. It's not even real!!!! What's happening?!?"
"JAAAAAAANUUUUUSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!! JAAAANUUUSSSSS!!!! JAANUUUSSS! JANUS! Janus!!! Wake up!!!" The sorcerer felt a sharp sting on his face as he opened his eyes. He was someplace warm and sunny, it smelled like a meadow. Was it all just a dream? Why was he here? He sat up and squinted, trying to adjust to the bright sunlight. After a few minutes, he focused on the figure next to him. Blue and purple were all that he could see.
" Janus, my dear brother, are you alright?"
"Janus?!? BROTHER?!?!? Only one person in the world would say that... Schala"
"Schala? Schala, is it you? Answer me!!!" Magus reached out blindly at the figure next to him.
"Yes it is me, brother... I have found you at last... You don't know how much I've been through," this moved the magician to a point beyond tears.
"Schala..... I've missed you..... I couldn't find you... anywhere," then, he let loose all of the pain and suffering he had to face when she disappeared and revealed his inner self. He opened his eyes, she was no different when he had last seen her. She still had the same mysterious look in her eyes. Except something was amiss..... her pendant, but he shook it off. Nothing matters anymore, he had finally found her.............. at last.
***
Slience... Pain... More silence... More pain... Lucca slowly opened her eyes, she stood there, in a pool of blood. She couldn't remember a thing after running away from something in the field. She looked about, blood was it. It was all. She was tired, her body ached. She wanted to go to sleep, or even better, she wanted to die. Her spirit had left her. She had nothing left except for the red marks that the whip had left her and the clothes on her very back. Only one thing was on her mind now..... Pangoria.....
- Flaming Inferno
It's been a loooong time since I updated this fic. Sorry if it's a little short. Please R&R!!!