The buzzing calmed itself on its own. Still the eyes were a bit blurred. I raised myself up and sat on the ground bleeding through the ears and nose. I understand my ears were bleeding but what my nose smelled so hard that it went bloody. Trying to steady my breath and regain my composure back which was taken away by very much appreciated accident.
I took my sweet time getting over it as I was practicing dual force control. The bleeding stopped on it's own practicing my unique power had very unique effects on me that is I was once again ready for another hurdle to overcome. Which was right in front of me the majestic monument shining in the blue, emanating grandiose just by existing. I got up on my feet and started walking towards it as if the majesty had me in trance. My feet went towards it on it's own, I reached the area which seemed to be it's outer entrance. The size of entrance from close was overwhelming while I was being overwhelmed I had a thought running in back of my skull that how to open it. As I was thinking I heard
Clank clank
It was sound of gear turning, few seconds passed the sound was continued, as it continued the metal clank too were bound by unknown melody which had an power of undoing the trance. My mind which was in trance broke free not it's own but by a mystical aid of sound. It ignited my curiosity, I may not look like but I am an avid listener. Generally I enjoy the melody of symphony mushrooms and barisate spirits , the singers of forest. I never myself went in forest but I was forced into one. Yes you guessed it right, the Gaspel forest this place had its shortcomings but it too had something which made it worthwhile among those few things were symphony mushrooms and barisate spirits.
As soon as the melody ended and trance was undone the gate opened. Opening the gate invited a foreign sight but it felt like some meticulously crafted artifact. As every bend and curve carried an intent which is intent of creation. As if these thing wasn't built for some vanity but on it's other hand it served a purpose.
Entering the place made heart skip beats, as I was victim of the most precarious fear at the moment. The fear of unknown, what a paradox I am as a being the fear of unknown paralyses me but the want for life forces me to move. So I moved towards what hopefully should be a way back to normallcy, a way back to common sense, a way back to home. The homesickness was so severe that even if I were to go back the same moment when the apostles were chasing me and I was running for life. I would gladly go bact to it because dying on foreign land scared me rather than the death itself. From the very beginning, the end has been impartial to all maybe few exceptions but in general it was fair. So at this moment of my life the act of being robbed of the choice of having a decent end was cruel in itself. The heart of deserter is desert itself, if it were lush green forest then the reality like would have taken its water making it barren. Forest in desert in impossible just like water in fire.
Stepped inside while having deep thoughts about life and death as soon as I stepped in my instinct of being victim warned me that it's about to happen again and damn they were right on spot, but this time it wasn't a warp as a regular but a path like tunnel called path of error. It is an upgraded version of warp gate work on the mechanism of joining two very different places at the same time, just like warping or erasing the space in between. But the path of error has ummm..
I don't know let me check it first by being a sacrifice first. Being a pioneer is a hard work, I continued to walk what other options do I have sometimes I feel like the one who is writing me lacks mercy and creativity both. End of the path what welcomed me beyond it was another trial for sure but the way my eyes precieved it was like being shipped of to Ozonia. A mythical kingdom often mentioned in fairytales of Lords lantern in it the theologist are sure that the Maker is holding a lantern to bring light to them because we are maker's favourite and there are beings who are not favoured by almighty which were generalized by the Inimical beings and those resides in the mythical kingdom of Ozonia also known as the land Inimical ones. In this folktales even demon and dark forces are considered to be beings formed with maker's wish or by it's after effects. This early theological claim was deemed very dangerous as it graces even the demons and dark forces. So this early theological claim was rectified and was passed on as an possible explanation of Solarisen(Sun) for the childrens. It was easier for the layman's to explain in it this way as their is no need for deeper religious studies and research. That's why this tale lived on till this date.
If Ozonia was myth then this place lived that myth. I had my share of doubts about this world's makers sanity but seeing my doubts becoming reality was horrifying. This place creeped me out but I think I am like a friend to such things walking on floor stiched with flesh was way to creepier than this. Oh wait a moment I think I am wrong on this one
The place was engulfed in a gloomy darkness of stormy nights and pillars of ashes grew to the sky. As if those pillars were made to support the sky itself. Those ashen pillars emitted a very dim light just enough to see the silhouettes of things instead of sight itself. Even though the place had flowing pillars of ashes, the air didn't smelled charred as if the very act of burning is absorbed or my eyes are playing tricks on me. That the fire I see is illusion itself. Even if the fire isn't evident and eyes are betraying me but ashes are proof destructive animosity. Again this pillars must have story to them but for now let's shiver and be scared because death is certain and end is imminent.
No direction available neither a destination to head to so lets do something that make most sense at the moment which is..
Yes heading towards the ashes to confirm the fire or a fire breathing salamander whatever the pillar has in store for me. I am not much intrigued to know it. Because curiosity kills . So just know enough to make do with current situation and that's it.
Reconfirming my status, innner inspection by force control. Did I mention that I have dual control. My bad I guess I did and the inspection results into a permission. But the fragile heart is reluctant, they say you can change what is outside but not what's inside. I guess it's false, they is lying snitch who acts like they has seen it all. I aske them have you experienced three warps in your sorry pathetic meddlesome life. I think no in the end they is just Mr. Know it all. When it know nothing.
After a heartfelt rage moment I feel calm as dead man as the act of acting out will be an eternal bliss from frustrated me towards the exalted thee.
I chanted Haldir to toughen myself up and here I go...