The Garden Within the Wasteland

The Forgotten One

We are immortal until death takes us, invincible till our blood escapes us, in the everyday, the moment to moment we delude ourselves into a fantasy of grander and status

But it all melts away before the leviathan.

All meaningless before the blue, be it the blue of the flags, eyes, or the ocean

There was a moment within that stillness where the wind wrapped around our arms and squeezed till our veins popped. There was a moment within the immeasurable weight of the first action within this stare where fear was shuddered out, rage, and despair long abounded.

In their place a singular glow, a comforting hope.

That dragon had died rather peacefully, didn't it?

Ereo had grasped onto this feeling, grasping onto anything he could find to ground himself, that fool's hope guiding his right foot forward in defiance to the beast

And within that same breath of action, brush fell back and ran. Ereo glanced back disappointment washing over the valiant fantasy that acted as his puppeteer for that breath and fear substituted in its place.

The sound of scratching began to ring out once more, the eye of the leviathan flinging itself away as it made room for another marble hand, its destination aimed directly for Brush; In that moment Ereo ran under the eye of the beast who seemed to lose all care for the boy, brush followed suite, missing the impact of the hand by a mere second.

"WHERE ARE WE RUNNING TO?" Brush called out to Ereo matching his pace instantly

"Where-ever that beast won't reach" Ereo called out in-between the heaves and thundering of the movements of the thing from the blue, that loud hissing sounding in place of its war cry, the ground began to shake as it raised its marble hand and began to yank its eye backwards to catch the two.

And thus, the two began to rush against the wind, away from Ereo's home and away from the shack Brush found himself, the beast seemed hesitant in its movement, as if the great fiend of the waves was afraid now, when before it was so determined to crush brush. Their eyes were kept downwards onto the golden specked waste underneath them, destined to see where ever their legs could carry them be it safety or death. Till a third option emerged into their hastened glances.

Sanctuary

The eye of the one in the blue had halted alongside with its massive form, it stared onward with an unreasonable gaze towards what lay ahead the duo, a black temple.

The building itself was illogical; it was a translucent black cube with two unnecessary pillars standing side to side of the entrance. The entire thing was simplistic and held a somber appearance, a singular temple at the end of the horizon, surrounded by nothing but decay

"INTO THAT HOUSE" cried out Brush as he began to rush ahead of Ereo

"Of course!" mocked Ereo

"The beast cannot destroy such a small feeble temple" Ereo spoke, yet Followed with a second wind.

The beast cried once more in its hissing before slamming its marble hand, missing Brush as he dove into the temple, and as it retracted its arm Ereo dashed in.

The temple from the inside barely differed, a pure darkness that engulfed all sunlight and gaze in one. the faint sound of crying began to fill their ears till they began to produce it them self

Unspoken tears of crimes forgotten, a desolate melancholy for situations long passed and a lament seldom remembered by anyone in this age. The source of all this sorrow was a small figure chained to the wall.