Dreams of the First Flame

[King_Kunuk 888]

 

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WYckudaK0N4

(Ambience and Theme)

 

Nightmares….
Dreams….

Visions….

 

The young magus of Haelun’or drifted off into sleep as the darkness of the mind took hold of him. At first he rested peacefully, his mind clear of any thoughts. Then a flame no bigger than a candle light appeared in the infinite nothing of this black abyss in that thoughtless dream. Soon it grew bigger and bigger before the black canvas was filled with it. The flames flickered and took shape before soon coalescing into the raging, ash soaked land of fire.

 

Magma boiled and hissed with a hateful choir as the red rock hazed with a dark heat that irritated the lands. The young magi looked downwards at the landscape before his eyes turned about to look upon the runic white Temple of Fire. This bastion of the Void defied logic as it floated above the gaping maw of the volcano, held down to the earth save only by a singular chain of ferrum embedded into the earth.

The Magi felt compelled in his dream to climb up the chain to the top of this burning temple, his movements sluggish as the heat below dulled his dreamy senses. A great determination keeps him going though as he reaches the top, his hands hoisting him upwards and onto the shrine before the scene changes again. Standing over narrow pillars as molten magma bubbled beneath. The narrow corridor hissing with disdain for the seeker of lore as it drooled out from the walls like ravenous hounds yet to be fed before he saw a dear companion lose his footing and fall into the molten pits. The magi reaching a hand out in vain before he sees the truest of men fall short

Regret? Lack of confidence? Self doubt? Fear? Anger All of these emotions set in before the room shook with that of the deep roar of a volcano about to erupt. The Magi’s eyes go wide, balance is lost, then he falls as did his companion. The lava racing towards him as the mage screamed in agony as the molten rock engulfed his form. Pain of the fire flowed into his very form as he splashed about like a man drowning, gasping for air. Tears streamed down his cheeks only to evaporate before they even left his eyes as the Magi slowly sinks. Deeper and deeper into the lava before it consumes his vision.

Then it returns, the magi holding in his hand a short sword half melted as others stand about with him, facing down a towering monster clad in dark armor and wreathed in eternal fires.

 

 

“You are not worth,” the voice of this titan bellows out into the room as those about him charge it. The magi hesitates for a moment, he sees his allies get swatted like flies out of the way as their weapons seem to do no harm to the monster. Then though, he sees it; an orb of fire blistering with a rage yet unseen as a fierce, black dragon across the room does the same. In unison they charge it, blade and spear plunging into the figure before darkness takes hold once more…

 

Then he floats, his mind disembodied from himself as he envisions the Void in his dreams. His astral thoughts curling up slowly into a fetal position as he contemplates the trials, the pain, the selfish act? Then he hears it’s voice, a choir of voices, yet at the same time it is only one.

 

“You desired knowledge, didn’t you?”

 

The magi stays silent, his gaze fixating upon a singular point as 2 red oculi as bright as fire gaze at him from the dark.

 

“You have gained it, haven't you?”

Again in a gaze of silence, the Magi though sitting up as he now stares the oculi down that stares back in return.

 

“And what will you do with this gift?” it asks, amused, indifferent, or maybe even spiteful.

 

“Learn,” the Voidal Magus utters with a singular breath before the black world shatters into fragments….

Shooting up from his bed, the mage awakens with a cold sweat. Green Etheric strands of energy licked his body akin to lightning does to a sweet lover. The magi’s eyes fix upon his window into the stars above.  A green blaze of a burning light pierced into the heavens and towards the stars in the night sky.

 

The Void always leaves its mark.

 

 

(A big thank you and shout out Johann, White_Wolf, Ryloth, Milenkov, Hotboss ,Chenn, and Sug for the event and helping me finally start down the path I dreamed of doing for so long on Lord of the Craft! You guys are the best, and I hope we will be able to do more events like this in the future together! The trials we went through where tough, but I know there is more to come!)