Old Works from the Old Blogspot

12/18/15 - 01/16/16

Part 1

12/18/15 - 1/16/16

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I found that during the time Exzor's unconscious, I took the chance to get inside his mind. A bit nosy, I get it. I've always wanted to study his little mind; what made it the way it was. I was almost made to keep a partner with me.

I'll admit, at first I knew what I was doing but the assumption was proven wrong when I saw how disorganised it was once inside. "Man, that incantation made this seem worth it," I mumble. I've been through a few minds before; human and animals. I've often seen them to be... more a themed time era from the modern age, the victorian age, etc...

I landed in a hallway; a dark and empty. As far as I noted was that, just standing there, I gave off a glow like a torch. I veered right slightly and saw a shelf covered inch to inch in jars. I squinted and took one off the shelf. Not the brightest idea, I know. I rotated it until I found a label. the substance within looked red at first. I jumped when I found a label. "Head," it said. I shook it and a few clunks are made. I open it up. the substance was indeed red but it was think, too. I reached it and grasped onto something stringy. I'm unnerved of what I have so far but I refused to show it, even if alone. I slowly pull it out. It is what the label said: A head; His head. Eyes wide open, and a look of anguish was frozen on its face. I jump and drop the limb. the jar smashes and it hits the ground with a thud.

I struggled to breathe in attempts to recollect myself. I've seen severed heads countless times. I wondered what made the difference to see his in my hands. I thought up a spell and repair the jar, getting the head back in. It took longer than anticipated until I realised the head was much smaller than before. I take another good glimpse at the face. It was much younger. Maybe 13 or 14. I Stuff it back in the best I can and set it back on the shelf.

I wandered deeper, taking a few other things off the shelf and examining them. An arm, a leg, a bundle of long, slender fingers wrapped like a bouquet of flowers. "Gods, what can I do to get a light in here... " I mutter. It's not exactly my mind to control but it was worth a shot trying manifest my own benefits, here. I held out my hand and thought to illuminate where I was going. It hardly worked. I got a wider radius of a light but nothing big enough to stretch from wall to wall.

"Close enough," I mutter and keep walking. "Come on, any sign of movement or functioning..." I think until I hear a clink. I twist my head around quickly. A tube with barely a drop of something green rolled towards me. I picked it up. It gave off a thick scent of limes and it made me want to sneeze. I'm not allergic or anything, it just makes me want to sneeze; it's similar to how it makes Kasai want to puke when she smells it. I look up at the shelves and place it in an empty area. Another clink behind me. this time a beaker barely came into view. this one had a little bit more of a gold substance. I could see in the liquid like it was a scrying glass. I picked it up and held it over my head, looking into it. A memory, maybe? It had a boy, a woman and a father. No sound came from it, though. I set to the nearest spot to me and turned back. I found where I started and went the other way.

A light? I head towards it. The light moves and I start running. An angle signaled it looked behind and saw me. It, too started running. The figure seemed trip; the light flew from his fingers and near him. The attempt of summoning my scepter failed, getting as far as making the blur appear but it disintegrated. I caught up to the light. A lantern. I snatched it up as I heard the stranger move again. I hold the lamp out towards the figure. A swift click and something shining hits my corneas. A bang and the light was out. A swift kick in the stomach sent me sprawling back into a shelf. A few slide and slipped off, landing loudly. The figure is running again. His footsteps getting fainter and fainter. until they're gone when a sound a of a door, probably of metal, is heard. I run towards the sound before they go out. I feel a wall; a solid, concrete wall. Feeling around, I got a cut on my hand, causing me to reel back. "Come on... handle... handle..." I muttered until I felt a bump, leading to a ring for a handle. I stepped back slightly and pulled it out. I swung with little ease and I peeked in. A dim chamber lit with candles and torches was behind. I stepped in, careful of the other stranger.