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The Start of the end
DIR By: Lost
Date: July 17, 2012, 3:30 am
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Re: The Start of the end
DIR By: Lost
Date: July 17, 2012, 3:30 am
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Tick, tock, tick, tock, the start has begun, the end is near.
The clock that has been ticking away since the creation of the
Keepers is moving towards the final hour, the day of reckoning.
The three brothers shall be tested far beyond anything they have
experienced in their life times. They will meet on a lonely
planet, with lands a plenty. Upon the Evershift Plains they
shall battle he who created them. He has been corrupted, and his
anger knows no bounds. The power he lost with the creation of
galaxies and the creation of the Three Keepers, as been
restored. He will bring blood and death to all in his path. Even
now planets crumble, and stars burn up into nothing. Time,
Space, and Memory must meet once more, to contain the power of
the Creator once more. Death is not only likely but a certainty.
Zaman's eyes flash open, golden irises widening in the same fear
that every meditation brings. Ever since his brothers and
himself, also known as the Three Keepers, had chosen to forsake
the Creator his meditations always brought about the same
timeline. The death of all four, upon the Evershift Plains of
the Muses, a race that once worshiped the Creator but now looks
upon the Keepers as their deities. He rises to his feet, body
turning to gaze at the golden stream that flows all around him,
a solid river aside from where it parts around him. Reaching out
with his hand, he feels the pulsating of Time flowing through
him, causing his hand to wither, and then shrink to the size of
a child's. Removing his hand, it returns to it's normal size.
His voice is soft, almost delicate in its tone. "I will not
allow Lost, Cosmos, or myself to perish in the battle against
The Creator. For far too long he has controlled every aspect of
my life, while my brothers managed to free themselves from the
bindings that he gave them. Perhaps it is time for me to once
more to bring myself to the realm of existence that they
themselves reside in, and interact with others. Time here is so
confusing, seeming to take an eternity while at the same time
seeming to only take a second to pass by. Just how long has it
been, centuries, millenniums, only a day? Regardless, I must
leave my sanctuary once more."
Allowing his voice to fade into nothingness, he steps fully into
the flow of time, his body aging rapidly, before reverting to a
child. This pattern continues for what seems like eons, as he
takes small steps towards the very edge, unsure of what lies on
the other side. Despite how long it feels to him, it lasts but a
second. Turning his from side to side he takes in his
surroundings, finding himself in the middle of what appears to
be a fairly large city, judging by the sizes of the buildings
that launch from the ground, up into the sky seeming to part the
clouds themselves. Taking in a deep breathe, he begins to walk,
no destination in mind, just the sensation of his feet pressing
against solid ground once more
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