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Psiwri	Mar 2 2008, 04:10 AM
Too Many Words Posts: 11,133 Group: Veteran Member #77 Joined: June 9, 2005	Yup, originally started for my weak attempt at NaNoWriMo, I finally feel like going somewhere with it again. ---------------- Arc 1: Scatter Chapter 1: Exposure Part 1: To the Light Tralstine, Seral. 7:23 PM August 17th, 848 The Dungeon Today was a little different, so much that Nathan's mind felt like it had turned on for the first time in... however long it had been. More precisely, there was noise outside. Loud, violent noise. A noise full of yelling, screaming, and the sounds of debris crumbling upon itself. If he had remembered the word for it he would have called this the sound of battle. Aside from sound, however, all the other senses felt nothing reportable. The ground was still solid, cold, and damp. The scent was long forgotten and he never smelled anything, though he could only assume it was bad. His eyes were still dilated in the absence of light save the same single torch at the end of a hall he couldn't see down that was always there. Dust covered every surface imaginable. His eyes saw the same sullen, silent faces of those across the hall in the cell, just staying still, saving energy for nothing but fruitless continuation of life. Sometimes one would die only to be replaced by another who would moan and make a fuss for the first few weeks before becoming like the rest. He saw them age, from young ruffians to sad, thin, hairy old men. They were just as himself, but.. But, he did not age, and he did not know what the cause for this difference was. He had been in here for so long that if he had known before he did no longer, was this just a natural difference between him and those others? After all--he looked to the girl asleep on the stone floor beside him, his sister. At least that's what he felt she was, as she did about him, though neither knew for sure. She too, hadn't shown any signs of growing older. That is what made him feel as though he was not alone, that he was not some anomaly of existence. It truly made him wonder, just how long had he been down here? How long, had the world moved on without him and the others stuck in this, as he at least hoped, bottom of the social chain existence. A louder than before sound reverberated through his thoughts, interrupting what was perhaps his first real train of thought in a few years, assuming he could still gauge what a year was. Whatever was out there was closer than before. It made him want to stand up, and go out to see, nothing triggered his curiosity like this since he could remember. He wanted out there... he wanted to be part of the noise. Sounds of metal hitting metal were heard, so close, so clear, he could only imagine they existed just beyond the doorway to the world above him. He lightly shoved Natalie, to wake her up. Something was going to happen, and he genuinely felt a very odd sensation, foreign to him. His heart, he could feel it beating throughout his body, he felt awake, alive. he felt like he could do something. Such a feeling just had to be shared with his only source of companionship. "Mmh, is it meal time?" A weak feminine voice asked as the girl slowly sat upright at the prodding. Her eyes were still half closed from drowsiness, or perhaps general weakness. "No, something a lot more exciting than that." Nathan chimed with unreasonable energy. As if on cue, the sound of something slamming against The Door was heard. The Door was the only place that ever gave the captives of this place an idea of what was outside, usually just light and the sounds of annoyed guards, but it was incredible to those held within. "I guess." She said back, failing to share the same new excitement Nathan had. He looked at her again with disbelief. "You do know what this means don't you?" He paused, she just looked at him with an ever so slightly arched eyebrow. "We might be getting out of here." He finished, a smile, mixed with hope, joy, and cunning cracked over his lips. "Why would anyone let us out of here? You're just imagining things." She appreciated his hope, but honestly. Nathan took the comment with a flash of annoyance as he retorted with a "We'll see." -------- "Damn Seralians, getting in the way even after they're dead." A gruff womanly voice shoved the body from leaning against the door to the dungeon. "You guys stay here and keep open a path, I'm going in alone." Taking out a key that was... acquired previously she fiddled with the lock and started to push it open. --------- Clank, clank, rattle, snap. Creeeeeeak. Bright light siphoned from a vertical slit into the dungeon, not into Nathan nor Natalie's own cell, but the immense level of dust in the air made the beam quite well announced. The slit widened into a rectangle as a sillhouette of armor was enamored in the very light penetrating the room. It was an orange light, one of the sunset to those who know of such things. Many of the prisoners sullenly gazed in the direction of The Door, all curious. The Door was opened all the time, of course, but never with the sounds of conflict on the other side. Natalie woke up completely and most of her skepticism was erased. Nathan squinted his eyes as he had a smile, an oddly feral one. There was this urge within to bolt out that door and greet the world with... with violence. Action, movement, competition, all these things flooded into his mind in a torrent almost overwhelming. He welcomed it, he feared it, he wondered where the hell it came from. The dungeon was silent as the now louder, clearer conflict outside could be heard. This wasn't just a battle, it was an invasion if their ears were to be believed. All eyes that could see were sending their bewildered gazes to the light, to the enigma of a person who opened the door at a time that just didn't seem right. "By the heavens it smells rank in here! Must dungeons really be so unlivable?" A disgruntled sight left an unseen mouth from behind a helmet which completely hid a face. She paused, seeing all the eyes on her, it was more than a bit creepy even if she expected it. "What're you all looking at?" She said with a snap as she began down the hall, looking in cells on either side. Whenever she faced one the poor fellows inside had a look of such hope, such endearment at the thought of having a chance at life again. It sickened her to see these faces, the fact that they were so pathetic, so... necessary. Alas, her query was not with them, not in any of the cells until she took a gaze into Nathan's. "Hmmm." She pondered to herself aloud. "Black hair, red eyes, looks to be a young man and woman despite being here for fifty years. Guess these are the ones boss wants." What was so special about their hair and eyes? Nathan didn't get it as he glanced at Natalie to looked right back at him, both clueless. "Alright, stop looking dumbfounded and just follow me out of here." Another key fiddled with the lock which bound the bars together. Nathan's mind raced laps through his brain as this assumed savior was working on the lock. He was in here fifty years? Who's this boss? Who's this person right in front of me? His hair and eyes were something to take note of? Ahh screw it, if he had time to ask later he would, this was a one time opportunity right here. The lock was solved, the metal ribbed door frame opened loudly. Nathan was still, his previous confidence falling into doubt, as if this might be a dream of some sort. He looked back at his 'sister', at the hidden face of the armored woman, and across the cell at the prisoners who'd not found such a glorious moment in their lives. He stood up, stood up to test the waters, there was no reason to hold back even if it was all a figment of the mind. He stumbled a bit as he approached the open hallway. Step, step, step, and there he was. A spot he could see whenever he wanted to, a space mere feet from where he had 'lived' for half a century, a location that meant so many things to him right then that he couldn't sort them out. He looked back at Natalie. "I can't.. get up, I'm too weak." She said in her quiet voice. After having been silent through all of that Nathan wasn't sure what might be going on in her mind, but he caught the sight of tears from her eyes, tears of frustration that she couldn't even stand on her own two feet. "I understand, take my hand." The savior went inside and lent her hand, Natalie taking the gauntleted appendage with sincerity, sincerity until she found herself hoisted over the knight's shoulder like a stack of wheat, that was. "Hey, treat her carefully!" Nathan interjected. She meant a lot to him, he knew that well, and wanted to make sure she could make it out. Wait a second, why could he stand and walk just fine after being in the same condition she was? He thought, and began to slowly remember, remember something which he had been sure he was using even just today in that cell. If he willed it he could make his body stronger, harder, and more rigid than it would be otherwise. Wasn't that normal? Why was Natalie having such a problem? Maybe it wasn't the normal ability he thought it was, maybe it's part of the reason he's felt like the target he is. His slowly awakening brain after years of rest then came to the conclusion that they were being freed for a reason beyond just their own sakes. Or, or was he over thinking this? He didn't want to think it was for such a reason, this was his freedom at stake was it not? The knight made a motion to move and the three began to leave the dungeon on four feet. Not five feet through and Natalie's voice projected from it's place at the savior's back. "The others," the quiet interjection was a cause for pause, but all present. "Please let them all out as well." A request, a request to let the others so bereft of hope at the moment into the same unimaginable freedom. The knight sighed, "Can do, but not until after the battle outside is finished." Inwardly she was happy that at least one of the two people she was assigned to fetch had a sense of humanity. "For now just listen to me and do as I say, for everyone's safety." The march of slowed time went by as the reality of the situation crept into the mines of both the freed individuals. Silence, even Nathan knew now was a time to soak things in, not defy them, though inside he wanted to, to a degree. Stairs, it took him a few seconds to remember they were meant to be climbed one step at a time as he follow the two in front of him. Up up and up, the eternity that was twelve stairs ended in time, as The Door opened in front of his presence for the last time. It opened into a sight of destruction, blood, bodies, and mayhem. The knight and Nathan looked out at the sight, one so used to it it felt almost at home, the other so affected that he felt a twinge of his life before the imprisonment flood his mind as it was flooded so many times before in the last three minutes. Natalie was stuck seeing not much of anything. "What's going on? I wish to see!" The knight took the girl off her shoulder and slowly sat her down on the ground next to her. "Nathan Ryza, Natalie Ryza, welcome to your 'freedom'."
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