Post by Free Lemon Water on Oct 26, 2017 20:13:59 GMT -6
I planned to create this after the second arc, but the season of spookyness is already here, and it's prized holiday is fast approaching. So, I decided to release it anyway.
For a bit of context, I've been building this up for quite a while now (Whether successfully or not is another story, but still...) so I kinda felt obligated to conclude these story arcs. I had a heck of a time writing this (while pretentiously listening to the Metro 2033 OST, so that may or may not have affected the tone, I'll admit ._.) and I hope you enjoy reading it too.
Considering this is pretty much my first time writing a full story, at least in a long while, constructive criticism/advice is greatly appreciated!
PS: This takes a little bit after the second Arc, assuming the world doesn't blow up or anything during it
Part 1
Arilam's feet grew numb as he trudged through the knee-deep snow. The Toa's squinted eyes looked back at his seemingly infinite tracks. Where he was at this point, there was no way for him to know. The raging icy storm obscured his vision as he blindly followed his instincts. He simply hoped this was finally it.
Arilam had crossed out each and every location on this Mata-Nui forsaken planet, every location Orokal may reside. The choices were narrowing on the torn, stained map. Whether this was comforting or worrying, the Toa could never decide. The only place left now were the snowy plains miles from New Atero. So with little other than the basic tools to prevent his body from becoming just another lost husk, he had departed.
Arilam had lost track of time. Days, weeks, months, they didn't seem to matter out here in the north. But ahead, ahead he could finally see something. It had felt like an eternity since there was anything out here but snow and the occasional withered tree (Though how these even existed was an anomaly to him). It was an obelisk. Hushed whispers and desperate pleas for freedom leaked from inside it's cracked surface of coagulated fluids. He stopped at a small hatch in the ground directly in front of the structure, nearly buried beneath the snow. Could this be it? The brittle, rotting wood shattered beneath Arilam's boots. All the toa saw down there was darkness...
He doubted there was any going back now.
The Toa's knees buckled as he hit the cold, stone ground beneath the icy plains above. The only source of light was the hole from which he arrived. He raised his hand, creating a bright orb of plasma to light the way from here onward.
As Arilam walked through the resonant hallway, he noticed the Gigeresque pillars of frozen flesh and bone lining the walls, depicting forgotten gods and kings of an old world. At the end of the tunnel something had revealed itself. A grotesque mass of flesh, countless tubes and wires protruding from it's body. If the toa hadn't noticed it's faint, almost non-existent breathing, he would have assumed this thing was dead. Something echoed through the 'empty' area. Arilam spun around in panic, but his vision went black as he fell to the ground.
For a bit of context, I've been building this up for quite a while now (Whether successfully or not is another story, but still...) so I kinda felt obligated to conclude these story arcs. I had a heck of a time writing this (while pretentiously listening to the Metro 2033 OST, so that may or may not have affected the tone, I'll admit ._.) and I hope you enjoy reading it too.
Considering this is pretty much my first time writing a full story, at least in a long while, constructive criticism/advice is greatly appreciated!
PS: This takes a little bit after the second Arc, assuming the world doesn't blow up or anything during it
Part 1
Arilam's feet grew numb as he trudged through the knee-deep snow. The Toa's squinted eyes looked back at his seemingly infinite tracks. Where he was at this point, there was no way for him to know. The raging icy storm obscured his vision as he blindly followed his instincts. He simply hoped this was finally it.
Arilam had crossed out each and every location on this Mata-Nui forsaken planet, every location Orokal may reside. The choices were narrowing on the torn, stained map. Whether this was comforting or worrying, the Toa could never decide. The only place left now were the snowy plains miles from New Atero. So with little other than the basic tools to prevent his body from becoming just another lost husk, he had departed.
Arilam had lost track of time. Days, weeks, months, they didn't seem to matter out here in the north. But ahead, ahead he could finally see something. It had felt like an eternity since there was anything out here but snow and the occasional withered tree (Though how these even existed was an anomaly to him). It was an obelisk. Hushed whispers and desperate pleas for freedom leaked from inside it's cracked surface of coagulated fluids. He stopped at a small hatch in the ground directly in front of the structure, nearly buried beneath the snow. Could this be it? The brittle, rotting wood shattered beneath Arilam's boots. All the toa saw down there was darkness...
He doubted there was any going back now.
The Toa's knees buckled as he hit the cold, stone ground beneath the icy plains above. The only source of light was the hole from which he arrived. He raised his hand, creating a bright orb of plasma to light the way from here onward.
As Arilam walked through the resonant hallway, he noticed the Gigeresque pillars of frozen flesh and bone lining the walls, depicting forgotten gods and kings of an old world. At the end of the tunnel something had revealed itself. A grotesque mass of flesh, countless tubes and wires protruding from it's body. If the toa hadn't noticed it's faint, almost non-existent breathing, he would have assumed this thing was dead. Something echoed through the 'empty' area. Arilam spun around in panic, but his vision went black as he fell to the ground.
