I Am Ezra (Complete)

Savior Of The Realm

I wake up, and look down at my hands. I wonder why I have been shown the things that I saw. I am not Donny, or any of Mr. Dagons other children. I am more of an amalgamation of them. I am Ezra. I stand up and look around myself. I am in a strange and new place. A place that I've never seen before. It is like an ancient greek city. It is decrepit and old. Great stone pillars rise up to the sky. At the top they are broken, and cracking all around. Due to erosion or some other factor, they are decaying. This world that I find myself in is decaying slowly and surely. Buildings are demolished, roads have strange black plants growing up through them. I stand up and begin to walk through the city. There are many things that I have never seen before. No people, but it seems like things are happening. The intoxicating aroma of food is wafting out of a nearby window, and I can hear the sounds of parties and people. There is a strange darkness whisping off of every wall, building, and pillar. It's almost as if there has been a filter applied to my eyes. Out of morbid curiosity, I enter the restaurant where the smell was coming from. The smell is amazingly rich now as I enter the room. But when I look around there is nothing. There are only tables and chairs strewn everywhere. I walk into the restaurant further and peer into the kitchen. There isn't anything cooking, nor anyone making anything. I just wish there was someone here who I could speak to. But perhaps there is. Perhaps I am just not looking hard enough. Is this some twisted form of an afterlife? Is this what I have been looking forward to? I shake this thought out of my head, and walk outside of the building. I look around more and then I see it. There is a building still intact at the very top of a hill. The city stops around it, and it is amazingly crafted. No wonder it has not fallen yet, it looks amazingly complex. It looks sturdy as well. I begin to walk, thinking about what could have happened to this place.

The demolished buildings suggest a great war took place here. I imagine people screaming and fires engulfing this world. Perhaps there is a great enemy still lurking around. Perhaps I have just come at the cusp of the end. But if that were true then there would be bodies everywhere, and fires still ablaze. And if there was a war, then how come the enemy has not taken control of this place. How come there are no enemies here? The only logical option here is that a disease has spread through the population. But the problem with this theory is the destroyed buildings. It can also be assumed, however, that mass anarchy took place because of this disease. I begin to ascend the hill toward the intricate building. It is beautifully carved. It seems to be hand made. There are carvings on the walls depicting amazing battles and wonderful gods. Kings and princes governing entire worlds and dimensions. When I am halfway toward the building I hear a scream. A blood curdling and soul wrenching scream coming from behind me. I turn around quickly and look frantically around. There is nothing, just the sound of the whistling wind. It's a sound much like The Silence, when I was there. Am I in The Silence again? Perhaps this is a place of refuge. I see no owner to the scream. It sounded as if someone was being murdered. The imagery in my head because of these thoughts is awful. I turn around and quickly ascend the hill towards the building. This eldritch town is very strange to me. It seems almost lost in time. Like someone froze time and kept it in ancient greece. The only thing that is out of place is the black building at the top. It resembles a medieval castle almost. But a jagged and chaotic one. When I reach the castle, the doors are shut. I want to knock but I know that it will do nothing. I place both of my hands on the door and push with all the might I can. Nothing happens at first. But then I scream at the doors. I scream to be let in, and the doors swing open. They creak slowly, and scream at the hinges. I enter the building slowly and am greeted with a vast and yawning throne room. There are stained glass windows lining every wall, and great pillars rising. It seems like it is also a great feasting hall. A long table with chairs all around it stands. And at the very end are three thrones. Three people sit in these thrones that I recognize. They are Mr. Dagon's children. Donny is in the middle. And as I enter the room he stands slowly.