WISHABA TRIALS
By
Karma
Chapter One: Legend Falls
He was reminded of a faded memory swept away by the decrepit hands of time as the sun glistened across the deep blue waters as they ran through his fingers. His eyes grew round with shock, watching the beads of liquid spiral into his palms, and realized something strange within himself. It was as if something had awakened.
Over the rustling of tall grass and trees he became aware of the sound of the sea as the tide gently washed over his feet. He stood, squishing the sand between his toes, and turned to the shadow that had been there observing him. "Upon you the Legend Falls." It said in a raspy voice much like gravel.
"You." Was all he said, not at all surprised. This was what he had expected though he was not sure how or why. "It begins here and with you." Smoke threads sere like fingers as they reached for him when it spoke. The Legend Falls. And darkness engulfed him.
Silken notes were sung in this formless void. It was like listening to crisp violin strings play a harmonious melody and it was bringing him forth to the plane of physical conscious and material realm, but when he awoke it was less than joyous. For it was not as he remembered.
He was somewhere far from the warm tropical island he regarded fondly as home and somewhere cold, damp, and dark. And then there was a voice which called to him, "Kursha, Kursha." It was distant and fading, but he positively recognized it. "Where are you?!" Kursha yelled, staggering to his feet. He turned hoping to see somebody, anybody, but each direction was a dark void of despair. "Answer me!"
A silver line shot down in front of him and folded the darkness in half. Suddenly he was aware of stones, shimmering rocks and water that looked almost toxic bubbling around him. It was then he realized that beneath his feet was a slab of concrete the size of a King size mattress. "Whoa!" He stumbled backward into the center of the concrete slab, feeling his heart leap into his throat. He peered up toward the sky and was shocked to see two ruby eyes glaring down at him, however he was not frightened, and yelled. "Where am I?!"
Kursha couldn't make sense of any of it. It was as if he were trapped inside some cruel nightmare dimension, but if it were as simple as that why could he not wake up?! Even then his own reactions puzzled him and he did not understand how or why he felt different inside. "What's happening?!" Kursha bellowed, but only to hear the same raspy voice reply the same cryptic message. "Upon you the Legend Falls. It begins now, with you, Kursha. Good Luck.
TBC
Copyright: 2003 By Karma
By
Karma
Chapter One: Legend Falls
He was reminded of a faded memory swept away by the decrepit hands of time as the sun glistened across the deep blue waters as they ran through his fingers. His eyes grew round with shock, watching the beads of liquid spiral into his palms, and realized something strange within himself. It was as if something had awakened.
Over the rustling of tall grass and trees he became aware of the sound of the sea as the tide gently washed over his feet. He stood, squishing the sand between his toes, and turned to the shadow that had been there observing him. "Upon you the Legend Falls." It said in a raspy voice much like gravel.
"You." Was all he said, not at all surprised. This was what he had expected though he was not sure how or why. "It begins here and with you." Smoke threads sere like fingers as they reached for him when it spoke. The Legend Falls. And darkness engulfed him.
Silken notes were sung in this formless void. It was like listening to crisp violin strings play a harmonious melody and it was bringing him forth to the plane of physical conscious and material realm, but when he awoke it was less than joyous. For it was not as he remembered.
He was somewhere far from the warm tropical island he regarded fondly as home and somewhere cold, damp, and dark. And then there was a voice which called to him, "Kursha, Kursha." It was distant and fading, but he positively recognized it. "Where are you?!" Kursha yelled, staggering to his feet. He turned hoping to see somebody, anybody, but each direction was a dark void of despair. "Answer me!"
A silver line shot down in front of him and folded the darkness in half. Suddenly he was aware of stones, shimmering rocks and water that looked almost toxic bubbling around him. It was then he realized that beneath his feet was a slab of concrete the size of a King size mattress. "Whoa!" He stumbled backward into the center of the concrete slab, feeling his heart leap into his throat. He peered up toward the sky and was shocked to see two ruby eyes glaring down at him, however he was not frightened, and yelled. "Where am I?!"
Kursha couldn't make sense of any of it. It was as if he were trapped inside some cruel nightmare dimension, but if it were as simple as that why could he not wake up?! Even then his own reactions puzzled him and he did not understand how or why he felt different inside. "What's happening?!" Kursha bellowed, but only to hear the same raspy voice reply the same cryptic message. "Upon you the Legend Falls. It begins now, with you, Kursha. Good Luck.
TBC
Copyright: 2003 By Karma
