The Adventures of Rey & Prawn

iv (unedited)

It spoke with great volume, authority and wisdom, but also care. A warmth that sought your heart and melted away any apprehension or negative feelings you may have had. I'm sure if I could then I would feel anxious about it but since I literally couldn't, I wasn't bothered. I feel like a sailor drawn to a siren, I just couldn't help but feel comforted by the voice and although this may be a trap, I couldn't stop myself from snuggling up to the warmth of it all.

It spoke loud and booming, yet without words and somehow I knew what it was telling me. But not from words, it was more from the feelings its voice gave me because even if it was loud and all consuming, it felt so quiet. Whispers of warmth and peace settling into my heart was telling me to stay and not to worry about trying to find a way home. Soothing my heart aching for a home, letting me know that this is our home now. But with a twinge of sadness I learn our new home is at war with itself and – like a virus – the war has spread far and wide.

What a ridiculous notion. Our home isn't here, how can it be when I don't even know where I am! Why should I care about a place I don't know, a place that has no value to me.

Yet as the oracle talked to me, all forms of protest that were itching to leave my mouth die almost immediately on my tongue. When the oracle gently talked it wasn't with words but rather with images that began to infiltrate my head. It was scenes of different beings at war, clashing on a battlefield. There were dying and dead bodies littering towns that were completely decimated, brought down to the foundations. Yet, in the midst of all of this there seemed to still be some hope.

Were we the hope?

As I asked that a deep rambling reverberated in my chest, causing my organs to vibrate and settle a purpose inside my heart. A purpose to do what? It just made no sense and it seemed like the fucking tree wasn't about to answer that question. Like sure Future-seeing Tree just lead us blind, that's a great idea. See it's shit like this that makes me confident that this isn't a dream because I'm not nearly as complicated as this tree with trust issues.

Thinking more about this whole fucked up, acid-dream experience and makes me realize how absolutely absurd this whole thing is. Did... did a fucking tree really bring me here or was it something else entirely? This tree is obviously playing some sort of celestial chess game, but what does it want, what is its end goal? I feel personally used and oddly enough, I also feel like this tree gave me trust issues. I don't think I could trust a tree again. How could I when there's one using me as a pawn? That's just sick and twisted.

I feel disgusted because it's like I never left my parents behind and this whole experience where I felt freer than ever was just a lie. It's sad that I can't seem to escape someone or something else controlling my future. With that thought, a sense of hopelessness envelops me and I stand there feeling sorry for myself.

It was during this pity party when I realized something. That this tree is allowing me to feel this way. Unlike earlier where I felt like I couldn't think badly of the tree, I now can and this new realization unsettles me.

I'm just a pawn in this weird, magical land, where things don't make sense and I have to just accept that.

That last thought also came with the sudden stop of the barrage of images and voices. The only thing that I was left with was a word; The Prophecy. This word felt like both a guide, a friend and something to be feared. Like most things that scare me, I wish to put it into the back of my mind and not think about it until it's a bigger problem. However, it feels like everything is screaming it at me, the words echo in my ears, ringing in my mind and consume my sight. Until nothing is left but me and those words.

Eventually, when I finally got clarity through my foggy and thought-riddled mind, I found that I wasn't staring at a giant tree anymore. Somehow I had made it through the forest and on a cobbled road. Which clearly means I must either be concussed or teleported, somehow.