[Short-Story]Aythe, Or, 'the End'.

[Eleatic 1033]

Consider the ending of all things before you begin. That is the key to all, in life we skimp on such matters, considering time an eternal friend when youth comes easy. A ‘mortal’ enemy when the end draws near. This is what this story is about, as is all behind thin veils of humour and lies. The end is always closer behind each laughter, each giggle, each moment of paradise. Only to come as a robber in the night.

 

These are the thoughts of many. The thoughts of the few. The innumerable terrors of the many in the world. We focus only on the thoughts of one in this secretion of events told in linear fashion of petty mortality.

 

Verin felt a dark trepidation as he looks around the room, a slight buzz in his ears as the empty void engulfed him. He coughed, blood spilt onto the cobbles. His dark robes glittered seamlessly, a magic almost. Far from, if he had magic something could be done. This isn’t a fairy-tale. The man thought to himself in sequences of bemoaning. His perfect silence was interrupted, there was a cackle. Perhaps it was his own mind. Perhaps not. He pictured a rather tall ape with a twirly mustache as the ether took him. He made a broad grin, and there was a dark.

 

He fell. Deeper than earthly possible There was a flashing of lights, a grim screech, a vision of a river, flowing water. The smell of ash.

 

((Opinions? Verin is a placeholder name.))

[Draeris 3124]

(( Great story chap! ))
 

Christopher scratches his chin , saying on a sarcastic tone "Ohh my"

[Knox213 10]

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.