Post by ryanowl on Nov 3, 2007 22:32:59 GMT -5
Why am I running? I need to be somewhere, but why must I run. Why is my body so heavy, I am tired, and covered in blood, but why? why?
Ryan was having a dream that, like many, was about his shadowy past. These dreams were the only way for him to catch a glimpse of his history at his village, just before it was destroyed, and now, just after. HE knew what happed during the attack, but names were still unfamiliar. The only person he he truly loved, and was loved, name kept away from him, but he knew it started with a 'S', but he couldn't figure anything else yet.
I am running away from my village, but why. I cant remember. Why am I covered in blood, why does my body feel so heavy. I cant keep running like this.
Ryan falls to the ground panting. In the background, there is a distant village that could be seen from between the trees. It is on fire. Ryan turns onto his back, and everything dims into red, then black as a beautiful woman comes into his vision. His memory was lost as he retreats from the village
Ryan awakes with a start, and in a cold sweat. The room was deathly silence comparatively to the distant screams he was hearing in his head. It was swimming, and he decided to leave the room to get some air. He pulled on his white, then his red kimono, and left to go outside. On the way out, he check his clock,a nd it was 2:30 in the morning.
As he walked the corridors, he was thinking of what happened in his dream, but he now concluded it as a memory returning to him, slowly, he was remembering all that happened in his rough past. It was refreshing to him, like an old friend returning to him, but he was also frightened by it. Still thinking about it, he wound his way to the edge of the forest, and was inside by the time he realized it.
Soon he became aware that it wasn't as dense as it usually was. He came to the conclusion that he was on a lost path, and that he was being drawn froward into the forest, but he stopped, and climbed into a tree. He was about 15 feet up, when he came to a rest. the path was visible to him, but he fell asleep, think of the memory. He later awoken to the sound of footsteps breaking twigs.
Ryan was having a dream that, like many, was about his shadowy past. These dreams were the only way for him to catch a glimpse of his history at his village, just before it was destroyed, and now, just after. HE knew what happed during the attack, but names were still unfamiliar. The only person he he truly loved, and was loved, name kept away from him, but he knew it started with a 'S', but he couldn't figure anything else yet.
I am running away from my village, but why. I cant remember. Why am I covered in blood, why does my body feel so heavy. I cant keep running like this.
Ryan falls to the ground panting. In the background, there is a distant village that could be seen from between the trees. It is on fire. Ryan turns onto his back, and everything dims into red, then black as a beautiful woman comes into his vision. His memory was lost as he retreats from the village
Ryan awakes with a start, and in a cold sweat. The room was deathly silence comparatively to the distant screams he was hearing in his head. It was swimming, and he decided to leave the room to get some air. He pulled on his white, then his red kimono, and left to go outside. On the way out, he check his clock,a nd it was 2:30 in the morning.
As he walked the corridors, he was thinking of what happened in his dream, but he now concluded it as a memory returning to him, slowly, he was remembering all that happened in his rough past. It was refreshing to him, like an old friend returning to him, but he was also frightened by it. Still thinking about it, he wound his way to the edge of the forest, and was inside by the time he realized it.
Soon he became aware that it wasn't as dense as it usually was. He came to the conclusion that he was on a lost path, and that he was being drawn froward into the forest, but he stopped, and climbed into a tree. He was about 15 feet up, when he came to a rest. the path was visible to him, but he fell asleep, think of the memory. He later awoken to the sound of footsteps breaking twigs.