The Abysmal Records

The Memory Palace

Dean walks through the castle in his mind, the nightmare he was walking through eventually losing its edge, allowing him to analyze the scene.

The scene itself was a mixture of scenes from his childhood and a tragedy someone had erased from his mind. Thinking now, the scene had paralyzed him with fear at the time, and his mother had sent him to another magician capable of putting a block up.
Erebus had broken that, forcing him to relive the memory over and over, his mind remembering the forgotten memory.

He felt he was slowly getting more control of his movements every time he walked through the door. He was able to walk past the first room of the castle into other rooms filled with horrible memories from his past.

At first, it was just memories from his past, but as he got more control over himself in this dreamscape, some of the doors started to look older, the memories behind it not Deans, but Erebus's.

As he walked through the latest door, this was the memory he saw.

Erebus sat around a table with stone tablets scattered across it, the words etched on them glowing a range of colors, purple, green, and bright green lights illuminating a strange language carved into the stone tablets.

Stars of all colors, lighting surrounded the air as his aura manifested a knife of Gold and Black Obsidian. A tall, beautiful woman walked into the room, an atmosphere of black and dark pink flaring through the air.

"Erebus, I see you've been looking at the ancient tablets again," the woman says, crossing her arms across her chest.

Erebus looks at the woman with disdain and places the knife down on the table.

"I was contemplating on the way to create a world as our ancestors did," Erebus says with a sigh. "If we make a world that can sustain our world, like a battery, or even better than the world we have now."

He picked up one of the tablets, and an aura of blue came flowing out of the sigils on the stone.

"If I can figure out how the Ancients did it, then we could save this dying world we are living in," he says, looking out the window to an empty planet, barren of all light but from the castle, fueled by the few Gods and Goddesses that resided in it.

"You always worry so much," the Goddess says with a cold pitch to her voice.

"Lady Pravita, there is much to be worried about," Erebus picks up the knife again from off the table and continues on his studying.

Dean blinks, and he goes back to the room his Dad died in, which hurt a little less every time. He would then go back to running toward the screaming again, the Goldeneyes and neck flowing of thick blood horrifying. Eventually, it became an anchor to keep me moving further in the memory palace, so instead of running from the image of my father, I walked toward him.

He began to turn into a humanoid shape made of stars. The form reached its arms, reached out, and enveloped Dean. Dean felt the feeling of freedom souring through his chest.

"I could get out of the memory palace now," Dean says, waving his hand, and the room changes to his bedroom.

'The memory palace is connecting me to Erebus' memories as well, ' Dean thought for a second, pondering. 'I'll try to learn as much as I can before I go back.'

Dean waves his hand again, the room turning into a seascape of stars, the old doors that he came across coming into focus.

'Let's do this," Dean says as he opens the next door to another one of Erebus' memories.