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Chapter Twenty Nine~ The Grave of Lost and Found |
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I felt a strange new sensation tear at my body this time. I felt strangly cold yet I wasn't cold, not even in the slighest bit.
I groaned as I sat up, trying to blink away the haze. However it didn't disperse. I held out my hand, running it through the veils of fog.
How did I end up here?
There's something important I need to remember. I don't know I know that but I do. Maybe that will tell me where I am.
I stand feebly and start forward. The ground feels earthly and loose. Strange, for some reason my mind is telling me that that is wrong.
I continue forward, waving my hands in the air, trying not to bump into anything.
I walk on for so long. There is no end to this fog. There is no end to this world.
I grimace then squint my eyes as something dark blotches out the horizone.
"Hey! Hey!" I call out. My voice magnifies and echoes alaround me, however it seems stuck in a box, the echo reverberating off the invisible boundries.
I Try shouting again and start running towards the blob.
However my mind screams in opposition. My mind is sudden bombarded with images of pooling blood, flashing blades, and glint eyes.
I shake it away. There's nothing that wouldn't happen to me if I never found my way from this fog.
I shout again. They're within the box now. They turned, however they then kept walking. Just kept walking...
What does it all mean? Maybe they'll lead me out. They have to know something if they're going to be wandering around like that.
I put my head down and charge forward. I glance up slightly, keeping my chin tucked. The figure wavers before me.
I will not loose sight of it! I charge on heedless of my mind's warnings and my bodies ache.
As I see it grow larger and closer I notice a more defined outline start to form. I crash after it, shouting for them to please wait a mere few seconds.
However they don't heed me and charge on.
Soon they drift from my view. They just vanished! I gasp and try to stop but skid right after them.
I ended up skidding into a large rectangular zone. For miles and miles it stretches, both side to side and out forever in the distance.
Then I noticed the figure. No, not just figure. Figures. There was so many of them!
"Wh-what is this?" I called out, carefully appraoching them.
A sorrowful mourning seemed the distance background music of this place. All the faces were pale and glum. As i appraoch the faceless humanoids stare at me, their eyeless faces sending trembles up my spine.
I step quickly, trying to figure out what lead me here.
As I move through the throng of people I notice that they're ringed around a raised plateform.
On the diasis there were four people. Four familiar looking people.
One had raven coloured locks that washed down their back and shoulders. He was very handsome if I do say so myself.
The second looked just like him, expect his blonde hair rose up towards the sky and was laced with glistening jewles.
The next person was standing beside a coffin, seated upon it's edge. They had lavander coloured hair that fell over their face, obscuring their features.
The last person was standing on another plateform. The smooth marble stairwell lead to his platue but continued upwards toward a very tall plateform. I could make out a large book resting upon a golden pedastal.
I turned back and notice the black haired man beckon to me.
I pointed to myself, suddenly self-conscious.
He nodded and motioned again for me.
"Who are you?" He asked airily, his voice no louder than whisper yet so very loud and clear.
"I-I.... I don't know..." I said, trying to figure it out.
How could I forget who I was? How could I have neglected to remember that?
"You are you. Do you have a name?" He answered and asked again.
"I-I thought I did..." I answered.
Maybe that is why I can't remember it. I didn't have one.
"You are one of us." The blonde said, pointing to the four others on the diasis then he waved his hand over the vast crowd of faceless people. "They want to be you."
"But only you can be you." The first man said.
"Live or die." The lavender haired man said tonelessly.
"Live or die. Live or die. Live or die." The crowd chanted, every voice orse and fell, a sense of hopelessness echoed in each syllable.
"I-I I don't know." I said shaking my head.
"Your name is that book." The raven haired man said, pointing to the book atop the pedastal.
"So if the name of every one else here." The blond added.
"Will you find you name?" Their stares bore into me, already knowing the answer.
"If you looking in the book, you will die." The lavender haired man said. "Go ahead and look though. They won't mind."
"They?" I asked, rocking back on my heels.
"They." The look alikes said and pointed up.
I tilted back my head, gazing into the endless expanse of dull gray swirls. The whole place was coated in the gray mist.
"They." I said nodding, not really comprehending.
"I can grant you one look, one try." The fourth person said coming half way down the stairs.
His lusterous silver hair was just like the duo before me. I looked at the man beside the coffin.
He looked dead. Did I look like that? Did I look like those faceless creatures out there?
I turned to look at them, trying to see myself through their eyes.
"Live or die. Live or die. Live or die." They took up their litany again and shuddered away.
"Live? Die? Is there really any difference?" The dull voice said, shatering my consciousness.
"Yes." At first I spoke tentively. "There is a difference." I knew something, something was coiming back to me. "I learned that difference not long ago... maybe it was long ago. I don't know. But I've been dead before and I don't want to die again! Not like this!" I shouted at the lavender haired man.
He laughed a weezing laugh in response and slid around and slipped into the coffin.
"Then I die." They said and laid back.
The hair fell back revealing a peaceful looking face. It was familiar, just like the three others.
"Why fo you die?" I asked, leaning over the coffin.
"Now is my time." The responded and the duo behind me pulled me back.
The coffin's heavy lid slammed shut with a resounding clap. I clasped my hands over my ears at the sound.
"Do you know your name?" The raven haired man asked again.
"Do you know your life?" The blond asked, stepping forward.
I shook my head. I just knew that I remembered sunlight. Sunlight that couldn't pierce the darkness until some one took my hand and lead me back to the light.
Did I drag them to the darkness? Is that why I'm here?
"I'll giver you one look. Find your name and you will live." The silver haired man offered again.
"What if I can't find it? What if I choose the wrong name?" I asked, panic starting to unfreeze and wrestle for control of my mind.
"You know whats then." The trio said together.
"Live or die. Live or die. Live or die." The crowd chanted, filling the eerie zone with a dreadful sound more soul shaking than the mournful wail playing behind them.
"I will live. I cannot die again." I said and strode up the white stair case.
"I believe in you." The silver haired man said and wrapped his arms around me. "You are not yet me." He hinted and vanished.
I gulped for air and continued plate the plateo and up to the pedistal. I hesitantly grabbed the book and flipped open the pages.
Names. Thousands upon thousands of names were listed on this one page alone.
How was I ever going to find my name in this book? It was thicker than my arms, my chest width wise. I wanted to cry. Was it fair to? I had taken the risk.
But it is in here. They weren't lying.
I started to read down the names. Nothing vaugely familiar.
This was going to take some time.
After about forty pages nothing had jumpped out at me, nothing sounded right. I didn't even know what I looked like, I didn't even know if I had face still. There was nothing for me to use to find my name.
Suddenly a light poured down on me, blasting away the thick clouds of gray.
"You are you!" The duo shouted, their cries almost drowned out by the deafening roar of the facelss crowd.
"Rhyns." They said.
"Rhyns?" I asked. My voice suddenly sound far away.
I filped ahead, trying to fing the R section.
"Can you hear me?" They asked, trying to make sure I got their hint.
"I am me. I am Rhyns. Rhyns." I said back, the odd echoed voice sounding as if I was partially drowning.
"That is right!" The duo shouted. "You are you! You are Rhyns, not yet Hyiru!" They shouted, their voices falling farther and farther away.
I scanned the rs, find two Rhyns'.
"I am Rhyns. Not the one and only." I said mournfully.
"You are the Rhyns I see. You are my personifaction of Rhyns." They said, their voice soothing.
"I am your me. Your me is Rhyns, the not yet Hyiru." I said lowly, my sees scanning the two, trying to decide which one was me.
Why did they have to have two Rhyns Minamo's. Why are there two me's?
"You are my Rhyns." The voice said and the book began to burn.
"No!!! I need that!" I shouted, trying to swat out the fire.
"You are Rhyns. The one and only." They told me.
"No! There is more than one Rhyns! I am not the one, I am not the only!" I shouted, trying desprately to stamp out the fire.
"You are the only Rhyns I know. You are my Rhyns." They said and the book began to burn even brighter.
"Then why is there two names?" I shouted, looking up into the too strong blaze of light and heat.
"You have died once. You have risen twice. But you are still you. Still my Rhyns, the one and only I see." They said.
I am Rhyns Minamo. The one and the only that you see. The one that is not yet Hyiru. The Rhyns Minamo that has died once but risen twice. That is who I am." It flowed from me, sounding so true, sounding so correct.
I found me. I found the me that existed not only once but twice.
 Ray the Good Soldier · Tue Oct 30, 2007 @ 01:07am · 0 Comments |
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