Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2005 9:17 pm
OOC: Yes, it is as Julian said. So, without further ado, here's his post.
IC:
A seeping light breaks through the tattered bindings as the young sheikah peers into the hollow cover of the book. There aren't any pages nor markings or writing, just an aged back cover that seems to shine an eeirie black aura, like a nefarious fog of black smoke. Breaing past the raven veil is the image of a Hylian, clad in a black tunic and a sword hanging by his side, tears streaming down his eyes as he collapses in front of five shadowy figures. His voice echoes through the cavernous walls of a temple shrine not unlike the one your in right now.
"Who are all of you?! Who am I?! Why have you been following me?!" The Hylian cries out, his eyes blazing a firey hue as he stares at the five. They stand there, animated shadows in the air. "Vincent...you have known this all your life. It's been calling you the day you were born. The voices, the darkness inside you. We just want guide you." Their voices, a cold whisper in the temple, speak.
"Who are you!!!"
"Look in the archives, your identity lies in the scriptures..."
"Who am I? What am I? Where did I come from..." The Hylian runs forth, his sword held high above his head. He cries out one last time as he brings down his blade and cuts through the shadows leaving a black mist in the air. Vincent collapses on the floor and begins to begins to cry out into the heavens: "Who am I!!!"
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The shadows of the book begin to darken and swirl as the cries of the Hylian fade out. A light pierces through the veil again, this time showing the Hylian, bruised and burned, standing outside a forest, a smile latched onto his face as his legs break down and his sword falls down in anguish.
"Heh, heh...blood...I haven't seen it in so long. Akari, you've failed at defeating me again. If only you could see my blood."
The Hylian swipes his hand over his tattered tunic, his hand catching the blood as it streams down his torso, his smile shining in the crimson light of the sunset.
"I have succeeded in finding it, Akari. I tasted the spirits and because of that...I shall live again. Now...*cough, cough* to rid me of my curse and pass it again to another."
The Hylian grabs the hilt of his sword, its blade shining like fire.
"I'm sorry..."
The blade plummets forth, breaking through his bloody torso and travelling through to the back of his body. He kneels there, silent as he stares down at the blade, smiling maliciously. The forest breathes in as it watches in anticipation. The sky paints a black sky as it immitates the soldier. The sun falls behind emerald hills, afraid of what he's done and the ocean cries outwards and spits its salty air into the sky as the shadows that have risen from Vincent contaminate its waters.
"How many more? I was weak but the tides haven't come in full power. I'm sorry...I couldn't return to you..."
With those last words, the Hylian collapses, his body lifeless on the earthly floor. The book fades out once more his last words echoing through its bindings.
IC:
A seeping light breaks through the tattered bindings as the young sheikah peers into the hollow cover of the book. There aren't any pages nor markings or writing, just an aged back cover that seems to shine an eeirie black aura, like a nefarious fog of black smoke. Breaing past the raven veil is the image of a Hylian, clad in a black tunic and a sword hanging by his side, tears streaming down his eyes as he collapses in front of five shadowy figures. His voice echoes through the cavernous walls of a temple shrine not unlike the one your in right now.
"Who are all of you?! Who am I?! Why have you been following me?!" The Hylian cries out, his eyes blazing a firey hue as he stares at the five. They stand there, animated shadows in the air. "Vincent...you have known this all your life. It's been calling you the day you were born. The voices, the darkness inside you. We just want guide you." Their voices, a cold whisper in the temple, speak.
"Who are you!!!"
"Look in the archives, your identity lies in the scriptures..."
"Who am I? What am I? Where did I come from..." The Hylian runs forth, his sword held high above his head. He cries out one last time as he brings down his blade and cuts through the shadows leaving a black mist in the air. Vincent collapses on the floor and begins to begins to cry out into the heavens: "Who am I!!!"
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The shadows of the book begin to darken and swirl as the cries of the Hylian fade out. A light pierces through the veil again, this time showing the Hylian, bruised and burned, standing outside a forest, a smile latched onto his face as his legs break down and his sword falls down in anguish.
"Heh, heh...blood...I haven't seen it in so long. Akari, you've failed at defeating me again. If only you could see my blood."
The Hylian swipes his hand over his tattered tunic, his hand catching the blood as it streams down his torso, his smile shining in the crimson light of the sunset.
"I have succeeded in finding it, Akari. I tasted the spirits and because of that...I shall live again. Now...*cough, cough* to rid me of my curse and pass it again to another."
The Hylian grabs the hilt of his sword, its blade shining like fire.
"I'm sorry..."
The blade plummets forth, breaking through his bloody torso and travelling through to the back of his body. He kneels there, silent as he stares down at the blade, smiling maliciously. The forest breathes in as it watches in anticipation. The sky paints a black sky as it immitates the soldier. The sun falls behind emerald hills, afraid of what he's done and the ocean cries outwards and spits its salty air into the sky as the shadows that have risen from Vincent contaminate its waters.
"How many more? I was weak but the tides haven't come in full power. I'm sorry...I couldn't return to you..."
With those last words, the Hylian collapses, his body lifeless on the earthly floor. The book fades out once more his last words echoing through its bindings.