The Forgotten Ruins

[Joshua, the Wayne]

Long ago when ages had not yet been birthed and years were very few, there were ruins. Ruins that covered far across a realm. Ruins that not only ran on land, but grew under land as well. These ruins...they were alive. Men were drawn to them in strange peculiar ways, and through mysterious temptation entered never to return. A certain darkness covered them far, a darkness that none should touch. It grew everyday, its reaches were long. Then one day a young warrior rose up and spoke to all his new quest, to go in the ruins and stop whatever force that made it grow and eat men alive.
All thought this was pure insolence. Insanity, above all. It was the ruins power, they thought, drawing him in as a small snack for its eaternal lust.
It was that day the man did enter...

~*~*~*~*~

"Gah!!"
The warrior dashed across rocks frozen in the air. He had to reach the center!! Where was it? Where?! The darkness...It was stalking him. Hopping across one after another he sprinted straight towards another door. Another horrible nightmare filled door. What was beyond he once again did not want to know, but after entering these ruins...What was there he wouldn't know soon...
He felt an arm grab his leg. He turned towards it and swung his sword straight at a bright green gooey hand. Nothing happe-goop from the hand began to ooze up his blade. He grabbed the handle with both hands but it did not budge. He screamed and pulled his leg. Another arm grabbed it, and another. He looked in the distance and saw hovering figures. The figures of deformed men and women. Their faces were twisted, their eyes...they burned with hate and screams of desired mercy. Wails and screeches tainted his ears, oohs and moans as the ghostly figures drifted towards him, arms outstretched and heads leaning forward. They came slow, but would be upon him in a mere matter of seconds. The hands grabbing him were now joined with bones and vines, tentacles and spider legs. He was being pulled down into their pool of green liquid. The figures moved closer and closer, their fog dripping like a prelude of water. Their faces were twisting with their ever changing emotions, their mouths open and their eyes glowing bright red. They came closer and closer and the warrior let out a loud cry as he was suddenly grabbed on the neck by a gash in a mans neck. It began to suck on his armor, burning straight through it as other ghosts came to join in on the feeding. The hands now completely entangled him and the ghosts wailed their silent whispers of words long lost under the pain of death.
He saw lights in the distance. They flashed and dashed across the room of space and its stars. They turned into harsh orbs of green, and as he looked closer they moved in just like the ghosts. The orbs grew faces of torment just as the ghosts had began, and now he was being devoured by many.
Nothing he could do would work, nothing...
He would die now.
Die...
Die...
Rise, Balumen Zal Valt. You are given a choice.
The warrior was in a room of pure white. Whiter than anything. There was a silence in the air, but a voice bigger than anything he had ever known possible spoke in this blank void.
Which shines brighter? A candle or the sol?
Silence hovered around the entire space. The warrior did not understand, why would he be asked this question?
Both shine the same, it is precieved in the minds of others.
Infinity, what is the answer?
Infinity? What did...
Time?
Who is your son?
But...he had no son...
Gratitude and peace...?
Which do you choose... Life? Or death?
He was...what? Life or death... He would have died earlier... If he died, then there were no reason to live again for death would of course be imminent.
It matters not whether I live of die, death always remains. I choose death...
Then...
FROM THE DIVINE OF THE STARS AND FROM THE PEACE OF LIFE INTO THE BOWELS OF YOUR SPIRIT I DISPEL YOUR TITLE OF MORTALITY. YOUR SOUL I CREATE ANEW, ALIGHT WITH A FORCE OF HOLY FORCE!! RISE, VESTEROTH, DEMIGOD OF THE BLACK RUIN!! LET YOUR NAME BE WRITTEN IN STONE UNDER MY OWN...
Ohm...

~*~*~*~*~

And now these ruins are forgotten, whisped away by time's merciless wind.
Yet the force still lingers within a harp. Beyond a door only one man came closest too.
The harp of the heart. The heart...of Oblivion.
ITs power to change the world at one's will still is stringing, it rings with the voices of ages and eons.
Still waiting, still watching, and still bringing...


((Note, nobody is able to come here until I once again post here in a true me roleplay post. Mmkay? Mmkay...))

[Aeric Ecrai]

Before the words of immortality were uttered, however the warrior could have sworn he saw a figure standing behind a monolith..a figure cloaked in golds and whites rivaling the Sol itself.

[Joshua, the Wayne]

((lol...))

[Aeric Ecrai]

((they're...everywhere))

[Joshua, the Wayne]

((XD lol you know I can't truly let you destroy the Obelisk of Time, IT IS DESPERATELY NEEDED in all storylines. Besides, I like sayin the name rofl. > -thinks of the primeval sabre MUHAHEAHEAHEAHEAHEAHEHAEHAEA*coughhackomgcoughcoughDOOM*-))

[Aeric Ecrai]

((There's no evidence it's destroyed...yet))

[Joshua, the Wayne]

((roffluuuuurd >:B me will makez it a PORTABLE thingie moohoohahaahaaheaehaehaehaehaeaheaaaa!!!))

[Joshua, the Wayne]

It was dark. Very dark, thought Dameus.
What could he see through this veil of shadow? Near nothing, yes. Thank whoever that he had the evil eye, allowing him to see through shadow (of course with a hint of red).
He walked through a hallway, several pillars aligning it. The voice, the familiar voice, called to him from beyond.
... There was a sound of a harp in the distance, to. Hmm. A harp in such a dark place as this?
Noises whispered across the room, taunting him with their sounds of disturbance and curiosity.
What was a human doing in their home? Wherever this home was.
Who is there? Dameus called into the darkness.
No answer, only singing.
Heaving a sigh, Dameus continued on.
There was no light now, he had to rely on his eye. There appeared to be an enormous door to the very far end. About ten minutes and Dameus would reach it. What's beyond it, he feared, was something just as posessed as the voices that brought him here.

[Lan]

((creepy))

[Joshua, the Wayne]

((Yes, very))

[Joshua, the Wayne]

Dameus pushed open the enormous door in front of him and looked beyond it to see whatever was there.
......
a harp.. A harp?? Why was there a harp?? It was of course the source of the music... But... someone was singing... And most likely playing the harp.
Dameus turned to... Dameus... turned to?
Dameus couldn't take his eyes off of the harp. It stuck in his mind like sap on a tree.
It was a crystalline harp, shaped like a D instead of the usual harp instrument. The strings glowed bright cyan and a silvery mist danced through the holes inbetween each. Gold trimming was decorated on the handle, and gods wasn't it beautiful... Dameus strained to close his eyes and took his mind off of the harp as much as he could. What about the singer?
turning his head, he stared at...
Her...
How...
As Dameus spoke, all of a sudden all reality broke into nothing. Tumbling through a white abyss of nothing, Dameus felt himself dissapate into air itself... and return to his friends.

*****

[Lan]

((ooooweeeoooaweeeeeoooo. *creepy twilight zone music*))

[Joshua, the Wayne]

((lol, yes very.))