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Chapter XVII
Cold Tears

Mutterstein


Wake up...

Huh?

Wake up.

You have to open your eyes

What's going on?

Gather around and round.

So we may be happy once again.

What?

Wake up.


Alex's eyelids slowly lifted. Awakening in a dull and sensitive state. His hand nestled softly on the blanket of grass. Yet shadowed by the fluid atmosphere of fog. His eyes could see nothing but dense gray upon awakening. His entire body layed under the covering layer, as if hidden from all the world to see or be seen. A sensitive state of course, Alex couldn't help notice the numb sleep which dwelled in his entire body. His legs possessed that stinging sensation which felt as if a thousand needles were pierced into the very bones keeping him together. A slight move of his legs made it sting very coldly, and they could do nothing but lay there and wait for blood to return to their circultory.

The same for his hands, for they were slowly regaining rejuvenation from whatever caused this stillness.

Wait...Wait.

Alex's breaths were deep, but they were calm. The chill essence made from each breath could be seen with ever remorse, as it was emitted to escape in the absorbing fog. Breath by breath. Ascending forth into the grey, only to be assimulated by its essence of shroud.

His right arm slowly lifted. It was a sensation of course to move it, but he was able to manage. Then the left ascended in attempt to lift his entire body.

Strength was slowly returning to Alex, and he was able to manage. His body; stiff, yet able to move, ascended out of the blanket of fog. Slowly his body rose from the covering and to openess. Slowly he rose to a stature in which he was still weak, but slowly regaining a conscious to this world.

He glanzed all around. Apparently, he was yet again in open gray. Yet the trees were nowhere to be seen. No signs of the towering exremities. Not one.

Just what was that phenomenon he just experienced?

A hallunination?

Alex shook his head. It couldn't have been such a thing. Losing his mind must be the last thing. Of course, it has to be something he dreamt after he took such a fall.

Yeah that's it.

A dream that summoned while he lost consciousness after that trechorous tumble.

It has to be.

Yet even in the midst of Alex's crazy assumptions of relief, he couldn't help sense something behind him. Something that he perhaps stummbled on to.

He turned around, and faced towards an indeed towering extremity. Not like the trees in which came from his own imagination. But a tower itself.

The foundation held dominon over the boy. It extended high all right, dissappearing into the highness of fog. Now it was weird to Alex, but some sense of unjustice was given from such a structure. Mainly the erection which dissappeared up into the clouds. What weird sense it was.
As if something, unholy was being masked up there. Up there, high in the sky. High with many things of unholiness.

The base itself was also large. Tall itself too...well it has to be in order to uplift such an ascention.

Alex did nothing but stare at the monstrous being.

Yeah, monstrous. That's it.

Quite the monstrosity set before the young man. Waiting for comers. Waiting for a disturbance in its sleep.

Alex's mind ran back to his child hood days. Seeing such a complex made him remember a book series he read a while back. It was indeed too complex to read back then. But he thought he got it down. His memories ran back to the Lord of the Rings.
The tower of Baradur and the Dark Lord which dwelled in it. Such a sight reminded him of the reference. And indeed, such a sight resembled the reference.

And what of the dwellings within this highness of stone? Perhaps a dark lord itself could be in here?
What Lord, could be making it's reign within the halls of highness, ascending forth into heaven?

Alex shook his head. Indeed he was wondering to much in the likes of superstition.

Something told him that something about that tower possesed something not of beneficial factors.

But he needed to press forth, and find whatever he's looking for.

Now...Alex's body had regained its circultory, and now was the time for him to move.

With his eyes yet fixed on the highness of this dominion of stone, he proceeded towards the tower.