Post by TJ on Jan 23, 2008 12:39:35 GMT -5
The spirit fabrication of Morgana S.L.E.G. Pendragon and the confused Torrid Nightshadow paced down the dim-light hallways, faint electric lights hanging on each wall, the occasional one flickering out. The place seemed so familiar, but Teej couldn’t quite put his finger on the location of where they were walking to. His feet tapped against the carpeted flooring heavily as he seemed to have a strong desire to collapse from exhaustion. He was emotionally distressed, tired, and drained, and he felt like giving up on life. His face was clammy with sweat and humid tearstains, and he felt cold with shock and fear. Where was Morgan taking him? The pair continued made a left turn and continued to walk down the crimson carpet, silence surrounding the boy and his guide.
Finally, Morgan made a stop in front of a door, which was poorly painted and dark. The door was closed, but unlocked and capable of opening; complete silence was heard behind the entrance. The Ravenclaw teenager pushed back a strand of loose brown hair as he stared into the bright red eyes of his imagined friend’s representative, his dark brown irises piercing through hers. He realized the place he was at. “Morgan,” his voice said, quavering obvious in his tone, “This is the apartment complex I lived in when I was really young, in Chicago. How did I get here?” His voice was slowly raising, feverish emotions swirling through his clouded mind. “Where am I!?!” Morgan returned the gaze, and looked at TJ impassively. “Torrid, as I’ve said before, this is not your conscious state. Everything around you, the walls, the memories, are all fabricated by your imaginative soul. You are fighting an inner battle inside yourself, and I am merely here because you imagined me as a source of comfort. However, you only imagined me as a comfort, and not an emotion. Behind this door are memories you have vividly remembered and toyed with. All I ask of you is that when you have to make a decision, you think about it carefully.”
The stunned victim of trauma was at a loss of words. Why had his subconscious of his subconscious chosen this specific place? He wasn’t sure if he wanted to pass through the door that sat in front of him. “Alright,” TJ said behind choked sentiments, “I will wait for my decision.” Timidly approaching the door, his feet screaming ‘STOP!’, the boy continued to take one step after another, pain rushing through his veins. Tears flowed freely down his face as his heart screamed to stop walking, but his soul told him to. He knew he had to, but he was afraid. Truly, for the first time in his life behind rose-colored glasses. He sobbed, even though the distance was so short. As he took a step in front of the other it was harder to take another. Shaking uncontrollably as he collapsed onto the door, the boy mumbled between choked cries, “Please, stop.” Morgan approached the boy, and patted him on the back rather elegantly.
“Torrid, you have passed the first test. Courage. Now you must open the door and face whatever is behind it. Remember, you will have a choice.” The disturbed sufferer’s pupils were bigger than normal, adrenaline pumping through his pain. He was grateful that he didn’t have to feel alone, and that no matter how hard it was for him, there was one he loved that was taking him step by step. He looked at Morgan, tears still flooding down his regularly handsome features. “I love you, Morgan.”
TJ was lying in his hospital bed, with Morgan faithfully at his side. No signs of consciousness were visible in his body, and he lay on the bed, clammy sweat engrossing his body. It obviously showed he was dreaming something terrifying, as tears openly streaked down his face, ending at his damp pillow. He didn’t seem to have any realization of where his conscious body was. Many gifts from different friends were on the side dresser next to his bed, where sympathetic and genuine pals had given ‘get better’ gifts. Morgan was one character, however, who sat consistently and loyally at his bedside. TJ then stirred slightly, and mumbled four beautiful words that showed his brotherly feelings for his close confidante.
“I love you, Morgan.”
The boy’s fingers shakily wrapped around the knob, slowly turning the brass. His breath count was ragged and unpredictable; and his eyes were without a blink. His brown hair was damp and oily, the brown streaks of hair covered in grease, tears and dirt. The tears trickling down his face had temporarily ceased, with the occasional drop rolling down his tanned skin. Trembling as he fully turned the handle, the newly-renewed teenager took a deep breath; he pushed the door open.
There sitting in his apartment was not the furnishings that he remembered, nor even the architectural structure, but two other gates. One gate was shrouded with extreme darkness, the beyond shrouded and void. The other gate had bright light beyond, so bright that none could see what was behind the gate. As TJ looked closer, he saw two others. Selena Wolfsong, clothed in a black robe, sat next to the dark gate, her long black hair flowing. Silvain Aurel, the other, was garbed in a dazzling white robe, his silver hair flashing in the light. Somehow Torrid knew he had to approach the two, and not say anything. Wordlessly he reluctantly trotted towards the pair, who were each standing against their appropriate gates, wordless and emotionless gazes placated on their child-like faces. TJ wiped the stray tear out of his eyes and looked at the two.
“I am the Guardian of The Earth,” Selena said, her face expressionless as she motioned to the gate, “Beyond these gates are good memories of what you have experienced on Earth. Since you are one that holds magical properties, you can also view what has been going on since you fell into your subconscious.” “I am the Guardian of the Heavens,” Silvain said in a voice more powerful and deeper than one that could ever be emitted from the mortal Silvain’s vocals, “And beyond these gates are what you can experience if you go to the Heavenly Gates. No more pain, fear, suffering, but a joyous reunion with your younger brother and your ancestors. And in due time, even your parents and other siblings. But until then, you may even fabricate your parents and siblings with emotions and live however you wish.”
“Now,” the graceful duo said in unison, “Which gate would you like to view first?” Teej’s voice quavered as he looked to Morgan, who was shrouded in shadows. “It is your decision,” the fair-haired one said, her voice flowing with elegance, “You are the decision maker of your destiny.” The Ravenclaw bit his lip as he looked at the two gates. “I guess,” he said, his voice still shaky from his previous sobbing fit, “I’ll go and view Earth.” Selena opened the gates, and slowly, with fear running through his mind, the boy slowly stepped into the darkness.
Finally, Morgan made a stop in front of a door, which was poorly painted and dark. The door was closed, but unlocked and capable of opening; complete silence was heard behind the entrance. The Ravenclaw teenager pushed back a strand of loose brown hair as he stared into the bright red eyes of his imagined friend’s representative, his dark brown irises piercing through hers. He realized the place he was at. “Morgan,” his voice said, quavering obvious in his tone, “This is the apartment complex I lived in when I was really young, in Chicago. How did I get here?” His voice was slowly raising, feverish emotions swirling through his clouded mind. “Where am I!?!” Morgan returned the gaze, and looked at TJ impassively. “Torrid, as I’ve said before, this is not your conscious state. Everything around you, the walls, the memories, are all fabricated by your imaginative soul. You are fighting an inner battle inside yourself, and I am merely here because you imagined me as a source of comfort. However, you only imagined me as a comfort, and not an emotion. Behind this door are memories you have vividly remembered and toyed with. All I ask of you is that when you have to make a decision, you think about it carefully.”
The stunned victim of trauma was at a loss of words. Why had his subconscious of his subconscious chosen this specific place? He wasn’t sure if he wanted to pass through the door that sat in front of him. “Alright,” TJ said behind choked sentiments, “I will wait for my decision.” Timidly approaching the door, his feet screaming ‘STOP!’, the boy continued to take one step after another, pain rushing through his veins. Tears flowed freely down his face as his heart screamed to stop walking, but his soul told him to. He knew he had to, but he was afraid. Truly, for the first time in his life behind rose-colored glasses. He sobbed, even though the distance was so short. As he took a step in front of the other it was harder to take another. Shaking uncontrollably as he collapsed onto the door, the boy mumbled between choked cries, “Please, stop.” Morgan approached the boy, and patted him on the back rather elegantly.
“Torrid, you have passed the first test. Courage. Now you must open the door and face whatever is behind it. Remember, you will have a choice.” The disturbed sufferer’s pupils were bigger than normal, adrenaline pumping through his pain. He was grateful that he didn’t have to feel alone, and that no matter how hard it was for him, there was one he loved that was taking him step by step. He looked at Morgan, tears still flooding down his regularly handsome features. “I love you, Morgan.”
XOX
TJ was lying in his hospital bed, with Morgan faithfully at his side. No signs of consciousness were visible in his body, and he lay on the bed, clammy sweat engrossing his body. It obviously showed he was dreaming something terrifying, as tears openly streaked down his face, ending at his damp pillow. He didn’t seem to have any realization of where his conscious body was. Many gifts from different friends were on the side dresser next to his bed, where sympathetic and genuine pals had given ‘get better’ gifts. Morgan was one character, however, who sat consistently and loyally at his bedside. TJ then stirred slightly, and mumbled four beautiful words that showed his brotherly feelings for his close confidante.
“I love you, Morgan.”
XOX
The boy’s fingers shakily wrapped around the knob, slowly turning the brass. His breath count was ragged and unpredictable; and his eyes were without a blink. His brown hair was damp and oily, the brown streaks of hair covered in grease, tears and dirt. The tears trickling down his face had temporarily ceased, with the occasional drop rolling down his tanned skin. Trembling as he fully turned the handle, the newly-renewed teenager took a deep breath; he pushed the door open.
There sitting in his apartment was not the furnishings that he remembered, nor even the architectural structure, but two other gates. One gate was shrouded with extreme darkness, the beyond shrouded and void. The other gate had bright light beyond, so bright that none could see what was behind the gate. As TJ looked closer, he saw two others. Selena Wolfsong, clothed in a black robe, sat next to the dark gate, her long black hair flowing. Silvain Aurel, the other, was garbed in a dazzling white robe, his silver hair flashing in the light. Somehow Torrid knew he had to approach the two, and not say anything. Wordlessly he reluctantly trotted towards the pair, who were each standing against their appropriate gates, wordless and emotionless gazes placated on their child-like faces. TJ wiped the stray tear out of his eyes and looked at the two.
“I am the Guardian of The Earth,” Selena said, her face expressionless as she motioned to the gate, “Beyond these gates are good memories of what you have experienced on Earth. Since you are one that holds magical properties, you can also view what has been going on since you fell into your subconscious.” “I am the Guardian of the Heavens,” Silvain said in a voice more powerful and deeper than one that could ever be emitted from the mortal Silvain’s vocals, “And beyond these gates are what you can experience if you go to the Heavenly Gates. No more pain, fear, suffering, but a joyous reunion with your younger brother and your ancestors. And in due time, even your parents and other siblings. But until then, you may even fabricate your parents and siblings with emotions and live however you wish.”
“Now,” the graceful duo said in unison, “Which gate would you like to view first?” Teej’s voice quavered as he looked to Morgan, who was shrouded in shadows. “It is your decision,” the fair-haired one said, her voice flowing with elegance, “You are the decision maker of your destiny.” The Ravenclaw bit his lip as he looked at the two gates. “I guess,” he said, his voice still shaky from his previous sobbing fit, “I’ll go and view Earth.” Selena opened the gates, and slowly, with fear running through his mind, the boy slowly stepped into the darkness.