Seto's POV
The darkness stretched on for miles, a bleak wasteland, full of death and decay. The sorcerer wandered aimlessly, his light footsteps soundless on the dead grass. The land was dead, only stunted trees and barren rocks scattered the scarred landscape, and a faint breeze brought on the smell of decaying flesh. The boy wrinkled his nose in disgust, sighing, before going off in the same direction.
Then he realized
"WHY THE HELL AM I EVEN HERE? WHAT DID I DO?!" He shouted into the sky, and a mocking laugh floated through the humid air. It seemed to suffocate him, tear the air from his lungs, and he soon found himself on his knees, gasping for air that was so close, yet so far.
"So, this is the "Sorcerer", hm. Everyone in this realm says you're so great, and yet, I can chill you to your bones, steal the breath from your lungs, and send you beyond despair. So, who are you to oppose me..?" The voice was eerie, and sent a cold shiver through the decaying landscape around the boy. He shivered, pulling his hoodie closer to his small frame, before looking around wildly; He could tell he wasn't alone here. A dark presence was lurking in the shadows just outside his vision. It was like smoke- writhing and killing anything that it touched. He watched as a single blade of green grass wilted right before his eyes- it was lost in the sea of wiled brown.
Suddenly, CRASH- A bolt of lightning struck a brown patch of grass not even a foot from him. A small, purple flame was all that remained of the small patch, and the boy backed up. His heart race quickened- the dark presence was almost upon him now, reaching out with long fingers of dark smoke.
So, like any logical being, He bolted. The landscape blurred around him, as thunder boomed overhead and lightning struck from the heavens. A slight rain had started to fall, only chilling him even more than the cold winds. He fought his way through thickets of dread brambles, and black-flowered rose plants. His hair was plastered to his face, and his clothes were soaked- but he didn't care- he just needed to get away from "it".
"Welcome to your Dreamscape, Seto. I hope you like it, because you will be staying here for a while..." The voice shook the ground like thunder, and, with a final, cackling laugh, the darkness finally caught up, and the sorcerer screamed as he fell into darkness.
(Hah, random shiz becuz i can yo)
Brice's POV:
(*starts playing random friggin Pandora music* :D)
"Erm, Brice..?" questioned a familiar voice, as I looked up from the greyscale pages of my sketchbook. The rain was falling harder now, and lightning flashed from cloud to cloud. I looked at the clock, just as it hit 1:50 PM. I had gotten here at around 7:30 AM-ish. An estimate of 6 hours, really. Simple math.
Speaking of Math, school started back up in a few weeks. Hooray. More things for me to worry about...
I glanced from the clock, to the newcomer, and I sighed- it was just Jess, my-slightly- older sister. (Welcome, new character submission. >:D @SetoSolaceSkyloxSwag) Her blonde-blue-tipped hair was dry-probably due to her blue beanie that she never left home without. Jess wore an equally blue hoodie, as well as some black shorts. Honestly, I don't understand how she could wear shorts in this kind of weather- many things my sister do confuse me, though. She had a leather-bound book under her arm, and she sighed, strolling across the room casually, as if Seto-still coma-stricken- wasn't even there. She took a seat next to me, and gave me a look, like "Poor, poor Brice..."
I ignored it, though it did make me a little mad that she had some pity for me... "Hey, Jess...." I tried to greet, in the happiest tone I could muster, closing my sketchbook and placing it on the small medicine table next to my seat. Obviously, today was not a happy day for myself, nor was it for Jess.
"Hey, Brice..." She greeted, in the same fake-happy manor. She brushed a blue-tipped strand of hair out of her eyes disdainfully, placing the book on her lap. "So, it’s been two months, eh? Have they found a way to, you know..." I shook my head, and she glanced over at Seto. "I kinda feel bad for him, but you can't stay here and mope over someone you didn't even really know, Brice..." She was soft-spoken, as if she had been reciting the words that she now spoke over and over. "I mean, I could try and- No, never mind, forget I said anything" She looked to the floor- yeah, she was diffidently hiding something from me...
"Wait, what? You actually have an idea on how to wake him out of the Coma?" I looked at Jess in disbelief. She shot me a dumbfounded look, like "Of course I do.", before standing up and walking towards Seto. She frowned, noticing the small details that any doctor would have failed to notice. The fact that he looked half-starved, that he had a long, pale scar on the side of his face, curving down in a crescent shape from his ear to the start of his chin. It looked as if it had been burned there, like a rancher might do to one of their cattle. Another thing she noticed, only after rolling up one of the sleeves on his hoodie, were Cuts.
They weren’t large, or many, but they were there. Right on his left wrist. They were so faint, that, in the dark lit room, you could barely notice them. They were probably old. Last few months, or so, before summer started. Still, though, they were there. And it felt like I'd been backhanded, right across the face. I should have noticed...
"I thought so..." Jess commented, rolling up Seto's sleeve. I had just noticed that my sister had started to give off this weird glow- a light blue, barely noticeable, but still. "Now if I could just....." she started murmuring to herself, like she does whenever she's thinking pretty hard. She nodded, before looking back over at me. Her eyes were more, well, blue now. Like ice, almost. A cold chill passed through the room. "Brice, cover your ears..." She warned, and, before I had time to object, or comply, an ear-shattering cry pierced through the rain and thunder, and all hell broke loose.
Literally.
