THE SHADOW OF LUPINES

[Cepheid 4304]

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THE SHADOW OF LUPINES

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Private Archive Vol. II

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In the quiet hours of the morning, long past any tavern goers bustling in and out of the establishment, hushed whispers were exchanged in one of the darker corners. Words of horror and whispers of something repugnant lurking in the far corners of the realm.

 

“Do you trust me…”

 

A strange utterance to one who trusts none, a strange utterance to mutter in the recluses of a tavern, yet even more strange what was to follow. A vocalization of heresy of the most fowl, shocking one to their core, shackling one’s consciousness in fear. Whispers of something that moved beyond the chorus of the universe and time itself, it sent her into a spiral. Abruptly, shining eyes had turned into a pale white, and consciousness had faded. No longer did such utterances of secrecy in the conversation that followed met her ears and instead it was whispers of the eldritch and  incomprehensible.

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The ginger elf had taken careful strides down the path from the orchard of apples that hung overhead. The realm was strange with skies of periwinkle and plum hues and distortions that clung to the air like a suffocating smog. While she was not focusing on the destination, the Princess moved towards the fields of lavender that had stretched across the entrance of the city of marble spires. The walk seemed to become longer, and longer the closer that she got to the destination. It was as if more trees stretched onwards in front of her every step and as they began to warp into fruits that were clearly not of the natural world, apples that took on the appearances of the cosmos, oranges that grew from oversized flowers, pears that took the shape of eyes. It continued on in this strange delirium as if she had walked for miles at this point through the otherworld orchard until she finally had made it to the field of lavender. 

 

Upon reaching the stretching expanse of flowering fields that laid ahead, they seemed to grow and twist into towering lupines that stretched above her knees and it was as if they threatened to pull her under. The distortions then faded and at the other end there was a towering figure of shadow, its shape obscure though most definitely humanoid. A chorus of voices then rang throughout the field as if being spoken within her mind, resonating within her soul.

 

“You are not her…you are not worthy…”

 

The voice spoke in a tone of judgment from the shadows, as if hissing out into her ear. Despite the feeling of peril that gripped at her soul, she still stepped forwards towards the creature of shadows and it mimicked her strides towards the center. 

 

“Yet you still may become worthy, still may become great. The path you seek is the one ahead, yet if they leave then they will be consumed. Your potential is endless, boundless, yet only they will help guide you to it, to being unshackled… you must break the chains of your soul.”

 

It continued to ring within her ears akin to an echo, unable to speak or even formulate a sentence she continued to walk through the lupines. With every step, gravel crushed underfoot of her boots as the flowers swayed out of her way and began to close off the path out from behind Valyris. Until she reached the center where the figure of shadows towered above her and  the flowers had encircled them and she was finally able to speak.

 

“I don’t understand.”

 

“Of course you do not, don’t you see? I am you, what you are meant to be, what you are meant to achieve. Embrace what the future has set in stone for you, the chaos and calamity does not bring about ruination, but lessons. You are being held back and that makes you unworthy…”

 

“We are too different for me to ever be worthy.”

 

“You must take what you have been given, grasp at the future or it will be your damnation. It is time for a metamorphosis, little butterfly…”

 

Beneath the alien skies the figure then lowered herself in a peer forwards towards her and it outstretched a limb towards her and it grasped her cranium. The voice of the shadow rang throughout her  and was clear as day despite being spoken as if it was a whisper as she was pulled back into the realm of the physical outside of her mind once more. Despite only a moment passing of her unconscious state, it felt as if it was longer and perhaps hours were spent within her mind. 

 

“Accept who you are, and you will evolve…”

 

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She then awoke, her consciousness returning to the reclusive coves of the tavern.