And just as I started to walk away, I could feel the wind blowing to me, warning me. Something I've just did accelerated something, something that is yet to come, a past coming back. Suddenly word "spell" echoed in my head. I could see an image of someone or something climbing up, meant to come to me. In an instant my body went cold. Something I either won't like or shock me to the roots of my being. I didn't like the feeling. On the edges of tears I raised my left hand to my face and lowered my head, and almost fell. Something that's going to hit me, and pain me. I took few deeper breaths, stumbling on my walk before I could even take the balance to my hands, and before I knew, my feet ran me all the way down the mountain, not following a path, yet jumping on and on down. Once I kinda fell, but recovered quickly by an somersault and jump on the end of it, continuing running down. But at the end, I fell into the river and my head hit something hard and I passed out for few brief moments, but enough long for the river to take me down as I after realized, a mile. As I slowly started to wake and memories return, I got angry - and scared. I got the left stony shore lighted by the moonlight coming from the moon behind me and slowly I rose, anger rising. I looked back the river with turn of head, and I saw a strange bridge, and some unknown lights from around the location. I could see some fellow with dark cloak on himself, and felt calmness from him. Sudden groan coming from within me pierced me and I instinctively ran inside some cave entrance, where I fell down....and dreamed for a long time. Dreamed of many strange images, many stranger people and most strange world that was vaguely familiar to me. I could sense that some could sense me, and felt fear. Who on Earth would fear me? In my life I didn't wished and done wrong to someone since my childhood, except to myself in wanting punishment. But I could feel the goodness of this, so this wasn't a curse I so strongly looked for - it was the blessing I despised, as I am unworthy of good. Too great evil I have done to this world, I don't deserve it - and I've been crowned with it.
So I lay there for all these centuries, in silence of world, the center of emotions, in my sadness, watching this strange world growing. But I still wonder... what has caused this?
Post je objavljen 24.12.2007. u 03:55 sati.