Post by Zeke Omoihake on Oct 3, 2010 3:41:05 GMT -5
(Immediately after the final battle in the heavens)
It was bright. No, bright wasn't the right word to describe the place Zeke found himself in as his eyes opened once more than he had thought they ever would again. Starring up, or what he thought was up at least as he laid on his back he saw only white; white as far as his eyes could see. There was no light to cause the room to look that way, it merely was what it was.
Yet a place like this, being as unnatural as it was made Zeke remember that he'd been here before. It was a distant memory, full of holes but it what was important was still there. A tall dark man stood before him as his wings of pitch flapped behind him. Talk of death, and games and payments, all before a nod of his head and a few choice words changed everything.
"Welcome to the Game."
It made his head hurt just thinking about it. Rising up to sit Zeke scrunched his eyes tight as his fingers rubbed along his forehead.
My fingers...?
Zeke almost fell over in surprise as he brought his hands out in front of him. Not the psyche-created ones he felt so many times, but his own two hands. His bare arms laid before him, and as if he had just discovered them for the first time he traced his fingers over each to make sure they were real. A joyful grin appeared on his face as he knew there was no illusion in it.
"Did you miss them?" A voice spoke from behind him, a smooth and charming voice that caused Zeke to whirl around to see who it was coming from.
The man was tall and thin and almost lovely in a haunting way. He was how Zeke imagined a spirit would be as wisps of energy seemed to come from every inch of his body. What Zeke did not, and would not know, was that the Composer himself stood before him.
"Am I, I thought I..." Zeke stammered.
"Died? Of course you did. That's why you were here in the first place don't you remember?" The Composer retorted playfully.
"So you mean I didn't die up there?" Zeke moved to his feet to face the ethereal man.
"Well, yes and no. It was really quite exciting."
Zeke muttered under his breath. The cryptic talk was starting to get to him, and too much had happened too fast for him to be left with anything but questions.
The Composer raised an eyebrow in bemusement. "Ah yes, you wouldn't have really known would you? Suppose I should explain it to you. Gods know I can't be here all day with you."
"The Game was a test you see. We needed warriors that would be strong enough to stand against Trucido, the problem was that the Gods feared the few that Profeta called to action would not be enough. Thus we used the first 6 days to weed out the weaklings. Day 7 came, and it was just you and your partner."
"Where is Don?" Zeke interrupted loudly, his face full of anger and concern.
"He's fine. Same as you, though he got it a lot easier then you did." The Composer flashed a smarmy grin. Zeke breathed a sigh of relief knowing his friend had indeed made it back safe.
"Anyways, before I was so rudely interrupted. It was down to you and him, and so I made a deal with a friend of mine up there and tweaked the rules a little, letting you both leave Shibuya so you could go to Allorum and help save our worlds. It was suppose to be as simple as that, but as you saw yourself, things got...complicated."
"The fact is, you were going to die in that fight no matter what. And seeing as how one of the others ended up killing Trucido anyways it didn't matter to me either way. But that Hanekoma..." The Composer shook his head and smiled. "Either way, the deal changed. You completed the mission, and as such here you are. Congrats kid, you get to go home."
Zeke was speechless with joy. They did it. They actually won. His eyes misted over at the good news. Allorum was safe, Don got his second chance, and so did he. He was going back home.
"I do have one question. Am I going to be able to remember any of this?" He spoke up as the Composer prepared to grant him his second chance.
"Only if you want to. After all, it's not like you're waking up from a dream."
Zeke closed his eyes, and focused everything on his memories in Allorum. He thought of the lands, the kingdoms, and the people. He thought of Don, Onyx, Milicia, and Serena and how they had changed the way he looked at the world. And more than anyone, he thought of Alex.
As bittersweet tears rolled down Zeke's face, he wished more than anything that he could see it all one more time. Immediately after, he felt a pulling sensation on his whole body, and with that Zeke vanished from the UG.
It was bright. No, bright wasn't the right word to describe the place Zeke found himself in as his eyes opened once more than he had thought they ever would again. Starring up, or what he thought was up at least as he laid on his back he saw only white; white as far as his eyes could see. There was no light to cause the room to look that way, it merely was what it was.
Yet a place like this, being as unnatural as it was made Zeke remember that he'd been here before. It was a distant memory, full of holes but it what was important was still there. A tall dark man stood before him as his wings of pitch flapped behind him. Talk of death, and games and payments, all before a nod of his head and a few choice words changed everything.
"Welcome to the Game."
It made his head hurt just thinking about it. Rising up to sit Zeke scrunched his eyes tight as his fingers rubbed along his forehead.
My fingers...?
Zeke almost fell over in surprise as he brought his hands out in front of him. Not the psyche-created ones he felt so many times, but his own two hands. His bare arms laid before him, and as if he had just discovered them for the first time he traced his fingers over each to make sure they were real. A joyful grin appeared on his face as he knew there was no illusion in it.
"Did you miss them?" A voice spoke from behind him, a smooth and charming voice that caused Zeke to whirl around to see who it was coming from.
The man was tall and thin and almost lovely in a haunting way. He was how Zeke imagined a spirit would be as wisps of energy seemed to come from every inch of his body. What Zeke did not, and would not know, was that the Composer himself stood before him.
"Am I, I thought I..." Zeke stammered.
"Died? Of course you did. That's why you were here in the first place don't you remember?" The Composer retorted playfully.
"So you mean I didn't die up there?" Zeke moved to his feet to face the ethereal man.
"Well, yes and no. It was really quite exciting."
Zeke muttered under his breath. The cryptic talk was starting to get to him, and too much had happened too fast for him to be left with anything but questions.
The Composer raised an eyebrow in bemusement. "Ah yes, you wouldn't have really known would you? Suppose I should explain it to you. Gods know I can't be here all day with you."
"The Game was a test you see. We needed warriors that would be strong enough to stand against Trucido, the problem was that the Gods feared the few that Profeta called to action would not be enough. Thus we used the first 6 days to weed out the weaklings. Day 7 came, and it was just you and your partner."
"Where is Don?" Zeke interrupted loudly, his face full of anger and concern.
"He's fine. Same as you, though he got it a lot easier then you did." The Composer flashed a smarmy grin. Zeke breathed a sigh of relief knowing his friend had indeed made it back safe.
"Anyways, before I was so rudely interrupted. It was down to you and him, and so I made a deal with a friend of mine up there and tweaked the rules a little, letting you both leave Shibuya so you could go to Allorum and help save our worlds. It was suppose to be as simple as that, but as you saw yourself, things got...complicated."
"The fact is, you were going to die in that fight no matter what. And seeing as how one of the others ended up killing Trucido anyways it didn't matter to me either way. But that Hanekoma..." The Composer shook his head and smiled. "Either way, the deal changed. You completed the mission, and as such here you are. Congrats kid, you get to go home."
Zeke was speechless with joy. They did it. They actually won. His eyes misted over at the good news. Allorum was safe, Don got his second chance, and so did he. He was going back home.
"I do have one question. Am I going to be able to remember any of this?" He spoke up as the Composer prepared to grant him his second chance.
"Only if you want to. After all, it's not like you're waking up from a dream."
Zeke closed his eyes, and focused everything on his memories in Allorum. He thought of the lands, the kingdoms, and the people. He thought of Don, Onyx, Milicia, and Serena and how they had changed the way he looked at the world. And more than anyone, he thought of Alex.
As bittersweet tears rolled down Zeke's face, he wished more than anything that he could see it all one more time. Immediately after, he felt a pulling sensation on his whole body, and with that Zeke vanished from the UG.