by AuroraSky » 12/12/2010 9:51 PM
So many questions running through her mind, it seemed impossible. No matter how composed she was trying to seem, inside Arcane's heart and stomach were churning. Now the truth was going to come out, and she wasn't sure if she was scared or happy. Instead she took a breath and gestured for Seeksoul to begin his story.
"I think you should release me from my bounds, you know-"
"Quiet." Arcane said roughly. She had grown incredibly tired of his games and right now just wanted the full out truth. "Now you said you needed to tell me about your story, so spit it out already!"
"Alright, alright." He leaned back in his chair and took a dramatic pause, driving Arcane mad. "It all started when I was just a small boy of five years old. I lived in a village, not even on the map, right off the coast. It was the type of place where instead of houses, people had huts and the like. We didn't have many luxuries, such as your TV and radio, instead we relied on each other for entertainment. A few times a month, a group of adults would put on a play for all of the townspeople. I remembered the moon was so very bright..." His voice trailed away and Arcane wondered if he was actually feeling something right now.
Seeksoul took a breath and continued. "So, so very bright. It was beautiful; full. I was sitting in the very front row, Mother had taken me extra early so we would get good seats. We didn't have that much of a stage; basically just a raised plank of wood. A large plank, mind you, but a plank nonetheless. Our only light, other than the moon, who a few torches sticking out of the ground on either side of the stage. There were these curtains, my mother made them. They were simple pieces of cloth stained red with berries. I remember being so close I could still smell them. My Mother and I would laugh about their scent."
"I remember the curtains were being pulled back and the play had begun. It was called 'The Mikado'. It was a Japanese play, and all of the people in the play painted their faces white. My Mother leaned over and told me how silly they looked."
"We were about halfway through the play when I noticed a shadow on the curtain; I was the only one. I looked behind me and on one of the huts was...a man. Not from the village. Dressed in all black with a bow and arrow."
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I know you
I walked with you once upon a dream
I know you
That look in your eyes is so familiar,
a gleam...