These chains... they bind me. Her face... it reminds me. My love was turned to hate, my freedom revoked by those who subjugate. That nightmare became a reality. That fateful day when the blood-red sky wept. And the rest of the world slept. When we...
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_________________________________ "Wa, WHAT!? WHERE AM I!!!?" a panicked Jinto screamed, waking up in a cold sweat! "Huh, so none of it was real..? The same dream for the third time now, what's going on!?" he muttered, perplexed. He felt as though those recurring night terrors were more like a cryptic cry of an inevitable eventuality... a spiritual injunction. A solitary ember ignited upon his finger, before he arose from the cradle of his nightmares.
Quietly, he dressed himself and deftly leapt out of one of the windows, as silent as an owl. He paused upon landing, listening out for any signs of stirring from his family members.
"Good, they're still asleep." he smirked. The solitary soul inhaled deeply and sighed, as he slowly strode along a grassy path. The air was cool and crisp like that quenching cup of water, oft craved after waking in the middle of the night. The swaying trees danced elegantly in the breezy tune of the majestic wind, with fireflies glittering the path like distant shining stars in the night sky.
At last he felt it. Serenity. Reclusive walks under a stream of moonlight were his sacred escape. A smile of gratitude born itself upon his face, whilst he took in his idyllic surroundings.
In that instant, Jinto felt knots inside his stomach. It was as if he had suddenly fallen through a trap door. A bead of sweat sprouted like a budding plant shoot...
In a moment of soulful sincerity, he directed his gaze towards the heavens. Hoping, praying for relief from the ominous unease that plague him. However, his vision was met with the sight of two distant, tawny stars, glistering brightly like a beacon.
Wait a second! Those aren't stars! I- I recognise this feeling! It's... it's her! It's been years since I've seen her. This is how she'd call out to me. The amber fire would strike the sky. That was her beacon. We'd train together. She was like a second mother to me. A secret mother... Then I'd lay in her lap whilst she'd tell me tales of a wondrous mountain, only visible to a special tribe of people. About a man who sought out change. And in doing so, had to both reject and accept his true nature. And the great battle of Taqsim. Which ended with him hiding two treasures of the world, before the enemy could swipe them and, and... I can't remember the rest.. but I MUST find out if it's her!
At once, The Tamer of Flames galloped towards what could only be described as a fallen, guardian angel...
Some kilometres on the opposite side of where the fiery beacons were released. A destitute silhouette trudged onwards, unknowingly heading towards Melanina at the beckon of an ethereal phantom voice that inhabited their psyche. Their knees rattled with every step. All but crumbling under their own weight!
"Yes, you're nearly there my sweet. I promise you. You will find safety. You will find peace. After all I am your..." the distorted voice faded away. Evaporating like steam, once the dishevelled wanderer unwittingly entered an expanse of land, impregnated with an unearthly aura.
