The Prophets Calling

[Damnit_Delmar 1031]

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Spoiler

 

"You have only just started" 

 

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Zechariah's eyes opened to the thick gray haze that lay about him, his head slowly lifting up from the soft bedding of grass that lay beneath him. His aged and withered features, looking about the desolate realm. A sense of familiarity filling him, for he had been subject to the ruins of this realm, once prior. He looked down at himself, a hand lowering as he dusted off what muck and mud clung to his attire. His gaze, flicking back to the expanse of sickly grays and the light green hue that seemed to pulse through the air. That pulse, slowly starting to grow and swell, as though it was the steady beat of a heart. His head swiveled to the right, and there was nothing but brush and brambles. He looked then to the left, his glazed gaze now greeted to the sight of bubbling muck and mud. The occasional glint of ivory, showing through the brown and red. His head then flicked forward, his eyes landing upon that horrendous wooden merged cadaver. His feet, guided him towards the tree, and as he did so the steady beat of the heart grew closer and closer. With every step, the pulse and thump grew louder, so much so that earth quivered and shook and his ears swelled with the thunderous noise. Pain wracked his mind, his body, even shaking what felt like the borders of his soul. However, the adunian relented, for as he stepped forward. His gaze would lower, watching as from the center of its chest, an ichor began to ebb and flow. Veins popping and sprouting, as from the center of its chest, showed a true and beating heart. 

"We must speak, Prophet"

 

The thunderous boom relented, that ear aching pain and shifting movement stopping. A hot fire, almost akin to molten iron, burnt through his chest and forced the man to a knee. As his gaze lowered, so to did he come to realize there was throbbing beating heart. Made not of flesh, but wood, moss, and leaves. A sharp pain, entered his neck, and he was forced to the ground. Pain wracked his form, starting from the tip of his toes and rising throughout his body. As it did so, his body felt as though it was sinking into the ground. Rooting with the world, it was only until the pain went to just at the base of his neck. That the pain swiftly ended, a loud jolt felt throughout his body as he lurched forward...

 

SLAM!

 

His head would hit one of the beams on board, a sharp pain wracking both head and neck, as a hand moved to check for injury upon his neck. His breaths would exit out quickly, as he rubbed at his old and withered features. Eyes closing for a moment, attempting to regain his composure from the dream. Or more fittingly in this case, the nightmare...