Ok... First off... My main computer just exploded... (Im on my laptop now). I hear two bangs and I look down and I see light coming out of my computer (my moniter turned off). I am like WTF? Then I am like O SHIT!! Well the point is... There is no point. <-- true story just happened.
Anyway here is a edited up version of the story (fixed some errors, added on sonms part and added on a sentance to his part (to make it more complete).
Well here it is:
In a busy room filled with much laughter and noise there sat a man by the fire. Unlike the others in the room he sat completely alone and did not join in the merriness of the rest of the room. No one talked to him and he talked to no one. His name no one remembered, everyone called him simply, Naitain.
In the old tongue Naitain meant simply the only one, but in an older language it had another meaning, the one watcher. Everyone in the room knew this but no one cared. It didnt matter to them who this man was or who he was waiting for. They only cared about the present, the past be damned for all they cared.
Suddenly a thunderous roar went up through the room and complete silence followed. The man stood up raised his staff and another roar erupted from out of nowhere. At this he seemed content and strode out the door. The door
No one had ever gone out it before, no one knew what was beyond it. All there ever was is the room.
In a few moments everyone went back to talking and laughing except for one man. He felt a new sensation burn in side him. It seemed to pull at him and consume him. He felt a desire like he had never felt before to go out the door and follow the old man. The young man tried making talk and laughing but nothing seemed to the same to him any more. The colors were less bright, the beer less tasty. To the young man each laugh became like a needle that shot right through him. After a few minutes the man walked out of the room and out the door.
Stepping out of the door the man found himself in a great snow capped forest, a frozen wonderland. In front of him stood the old man. The old man peered him for awhile before he started to speak, The moan... Who has remembered? Who is still able to remember about how they did dream and yearn, laugh and dance and then about how they were dying? How they flew towards the stellar worlds beyond the horizons of mind where all our laws are nothing at all. Maybe to dwell forgotten maybe once to return
The young man stared at the old man before replying, Dark are thy eyes and dark is the soul of yours. What is it you know of them? Reveal to me their stories
Your soul knows of them, your very bones yearn for them. I know you feel them, as I do. And now as deep as never before I feel them call to me. From the brightest blaze from place where all the paths come to the end. They, the misunderstood ones, who wished a strange spell of winter magic. They who've left this world when the world was changed. The old man whispered.
I know of what you speak. They too call to me. Let us sing the ancient spell. The young man said.
Grasping each others hands they spoke aloud in the old tongue, Embrace me with a winter blizzard. Give me the power of all the winds. In the serenity of the endless woods, unite me with my shadow
Around them the snow began to blow and soon the entire forest was covered in a majestic blizzard, the likes the world had never seen. Around the world grew black and a vision, so clear, so pure, appeared in there minds. A endless column of black hooded men stood before them. One moved toward them but a doorway from the abyss opened up and he was lost in forever.
These are the minds of all in the room. They have frozen minds which have been bred to be deaf to the ancient tunes... I grieve to think of lost wisdom of the centuries. Yet a time may yet come when the ancient melody may return and awaken these minds. the old man said. Now go, search for the word, the melody, so charming, so sweet, the poison of soul. My time is come. I have realized myself. The old man took a step and with a heart piercing scream sank into the abyss with a smile on his lips.
Closing his eyes the young man listened and soon a word came to him. Mel Kor, was all he said. The world changed and he found himself far away beyond the blackest ocean of blood on the boundless scope of the lost mainland of Nameless Horror under pale nebulas united in mysterious runes.
Around him nothing was. No beast, no bird, not even shade, time did not even seem to flow. All there seemed to be is fang-shaped towers of hollow torment that stand embraced by crimson flames ablaze in the heavens. Suddenly the young man knew where he must go.
From the land itself the young man heard, Kor me o antie tae taeirny!"
The young man spoke aloud, to himself, to everyone, I see now the curse we have been blinded by for to long. In this dark time of this realm of damned we are condemned to grief like gods of sorrow... I came to seek the wisdom no one ever did, yet here I dwell for winds of destiny persuade my mortal being to stay forever with this strange beauty
Leave me, I've chosen. I take this day, this land, with all its hate and despair so lifeless, gray and exist less. I am in the last day among the lost days. Now I know my destiny, to remain here in this hell where I am the only lie, the forever lie like you are. I will remain here waiting for the sunrise, the step to the endless night. I see the steps of mankind and weep in hope of their salvation.
He was standing before the open mouth of The Abyss... It was just a step between him and his roaring oblivion. Tongues of crimson-dark flame were beckoning him: ...come... come... for your pain to be vanquished forever! But suddenly a graceful melody started to dance around his suffering soul and body. It was descending from the dream-holes of the ancient church he was standing in the middle of. He took a deep breath of the frosty air and stepped away from the burning edge...
The pain was leaving him and he asked Who are you?
Hundreds of whispering voices answered Hushhhhh!!! Don't say a word, just listen... don't you hear that winter is on his way? It's coming and we are her silent envoys! As the voices faded away the man heard one last thing, Just smile and watch the storm advent
Sitting down on the cold black stone the man sat back and watched.
Sonm: Feel free to use it/edit it/what not. Just let me see what you do.
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