The bitter cold of nothingness filled Morpheus's soul as he continued to fall into the infinitive abyss of Time's realm, age began to fill him and he cried out. Nothing was heard. His skin began to creak and age as he continued to fall, his hair turning lifeless as he continued to fall.
Emit put her hand towards Morpheus's clock when she heard it, a loud piercing scream. An endless, in her realm. Emit glanced at his Morpheus's clock, the sand was falling fast. He was falling towards her, in a mere moment Emit had stopped his time and reversed it stopped the ageing process and had run out of her home into the infinite fields of space surrounding it and waited. Time waited for no one but Morpheus it seemed. A black distant blur could be seen coming in fast, Emit jumped back as he landed on a heap down the verge of the canyon into nothingness. Emit ran forward. He was crumpled up in a heap, one long streak of grey in his normally black messy hair. Morpheus sighed and looked at Emit, a smile crossing his normally grim features.
"I made it." And with that he passed out into a sleepless dream. Emit called her butler, a man who had outwitted time for a while. H.G.Wells, enslaved to her for all eternity for using her time without permission. The old man carried him into the house as Emit watched, watching again as always. Emit reached down and picked something up, something that had been destroyed, something confining, something evil... the ruby.
Emit put her hand towards Morpheus's clock when she heard it, a loud piercing scream. An endless, in her realm. Emit glanced at his Morpheus's clock, the sand was falling fast. He was falling towards her, in a mere moment Emit had stopped his time and reversed it stopped the ageing process and had run out of her home into the infinite fields of space surrounding it and waited. Time waited for no one but Morpheus it seemed. A black distant blur could be seen coming in fast, Emit jumped back as he landed on a heap down the verge of the canyon into nothingness. Emit ran forward. He was crumpled up in a heap, one long streak of grey in his normally black messy hair. Morpheus sighed and looked at Emit, a smile crossing his normally grim features.
"I made it." And with that he passed out into a sleepless dream. Emit called her butler, a man who had outwitted time for a while. H.G.Wells, enslaved to her for all eternity for using her time without permission. The old man carried him into the house as Emit watched, watching again as always. Emit reached down and picked something up, something that had been destroyed, something confining, something evil... the ruby.