Sealed In Darkness

2. The Amerathean myth (1)

A/N: It's best if you do not skip the chapters before this, trust me on this.

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Zhang, Zor Empire. As/A Year: 3084.

Milen Geyr

The throb in his ear bashed against the sides of his skull, as the invasion from the woman's high pitched scream attacked it, pummeling his chest even more. From where he stood, he was buried in the sands of burning fire that towered into the sky, roaring and dancing around him like leaves in a cage twisting to the bellowing wind. Though he couldn't feel its scorch, he could tell they existed. The flames only grew, and as it did, so was his fattening heart crashing incessantly into the cages of his ribs, growing even larger and squeezing brusquely in, with the quick bliss of the swift impatient seconds running still.

Although his eyes were shut, he could still feel the presence of a myeiora-an aura. It was a familiar one he'd known for many nights now: warm yet with a gripping cold touch; voice breaking and words terse. Confinement oozed from it, wrapping him in a tight coil.

It spoke, he heard, and now he could see. Memories. Its not his. He could tell.

It was somber, and heavy with plight. The kind that leaves the eyes draped in black and overflowing veins of red.

There were swords, pain, screams; paintings of bright scarlet and sorrow. A premonition he knew not how to handle. So unlikely for someone like him to see visions, as he wasn't an Alnkra, or blessed with the flare for the sorcery of sight. But this was more than a vision, it was real; she was real and calling to him.

Her hands were stretched out for his, and the faster he ran for it, he farther it got. He couldn't reach her...she was too far gone. Lost. Stolen by fate and malice. Not dead. Lost.

He kept cursing himself for being late, and too frail to save her. Terror engraved it's petrifying claws over the gazes of his eyes, as he watched the same malicious dark clouds of choking scent and sheer madness, hovering over her like vultures encircling a rotting carcass. It extended slim shadowy arms that rushed at her legs, arms, waist and the back of her neck. It grabbed her, and pulled her into the sky, dragging her away until it vanished.

Her screams left an aftermath of reverberation, rippling through the canals of his ears.

He watched her evanesce as the cloud gobbled her into nothingness, and so did her myeiora. And like the last beat on a drum, everything stopped and the scene began to fade away.

It ended.

Blurry eyes, prickling sores of injuries, warm soft skin rubbing against his, the dream riled in terror, and urges to pee, ordered him awake. Sweat dripped, rolling between his scarred muscles, using the spaces between his abs as a pathway down as they dropped.

He sat up; his face coated with beads of perspiration, he looked into his palms. They were trembling violently. He folded them, but the quiver never ceased. It wasn't long before he took notice to his entire body, quaking ceaselessly. These tremors were scars from the unholy impacts from the demons that haunted his dreams and fed it mares.

Stealing a second, he closed his eyes, held his breath and sat still to calm the jetting nerves running wild within his flesh. He unfettered the mold of gas deep in his lungs, with it were most of his quivering, and he sprung up.

His flaccid testicles glued tautly to the side of his left leg as he leapt out of bed, and they began to dangle after he peeled it off, before making his way to the only door of his abode. The lightness within his skull, and the pain thoroughly probing the deep crannies of the back of his head, made him stagger and sway while motioning to the door.