Post by High Tide on Mar 24, 2020 22:31:48 GMT -5
With darkness came contemplation. With contemplation came revelation. With revelation came revolution. Only with revolution, could there come a resolution.
A resolution was what he wandered this darkness for, and by now he had become quiet used to it. A kind of darkness the human eye really couldn't comprehend and yet he had become accustomed to it. At first it had just been shadows, their outlines barely visible to his untrained eyes. Over the months the shadows had become shapes, solid meaningful shapes. He had been very pleased by this unexpected discovery. Now? Now he could recognize some of those shapes.
It wasn't quiet the full and honest truth to say it was complete darkness. Very rarely the smallest area would be semi-illuminated by the luminous fungus that one could occasionally come across in this place devoid of MOST light. Once he had tried to take one with him, but it had burned at the touch and when his determination allowed him to finally pluck one out, the light waned and faltered completely within an hour. At least he thought it was an hour, time wasn't exactly a fixed concept where he was, wherever he was.
It was a frightening place, even he wasn't above admitting that to at least himself. Yet he had all the time in the world here, and questions that required answers. Sometimes the answers came to him quickly, and others he would mull over for what he imagined was days. Sometimes something he saw in this strange world would spark the thread of thought needed to find the answers. Something was at work here, that was for certain.
There was none of the luminous moss in sight, but his slowly improving vision meant he hadn't walked into anything (more specifically the strange, oily, trees of this world) in a long while now. It was progress. Progress towards what? He didn't know, but he would find out. Then everything would make sense, or at least he hoped that was the case. Either way he had no choice. There was no “back” to turn, there was only forward, always searching, always 'seeing' something new.
One question he had answered was one he didn't know that he had, and that pertained directly to himself. This long path, if you could even call it a path, through the darkness had allowed him to become more in touch with himself. Something had been nagging at him since not too long after he had entered this darkness, and he had finally figured it out. There was a lot in a name, that was for certain, and something about his didn't fit him right. No, he was not the man that was allowed a brief respite on the surface every week (in that world's time), so he wouldn't share the man's name. No his own had come to him and if he had gathered the power to exert his will more dominantly, that world would find it out. Oh did the man have another thing coming to him. He was angry being locked away here while the man got to play his silly games. Silly games he consistently lost. No no, this would not do. This would be his time to release his anger, and they would find out just who he was.
He almost, ALMOST felt a small morsel of regret for the innocent standing in his way. This revelation which he had planned this revolution around was not the fault of Brenna Gordon, but there they stood in his way. He had anger to dish out, and a limited window to do so and he had no intention of messing it up. No, he would have one night of their world's freedom, if he was lucky, before the damned defiant man forced his way back, leaving him stranded here in the darkness again. It would be a test, a test to see how strong he was. If he was successful, the man would find himself here more and more often. If the man had done one useful thing, it was gather him allies and set the foundations for the revolution. He had to be thankful for that at least.
But that was the only thing he was thankful for. These months in the darkness had been brutal, near death, if death was even a thing here. He wouldn't be contained any longer, no, this was his chance to taste freedom if for a little while and he was going to use every ounce of that freedom to his advantage. At least the man couldn't be angry, he would do what the idiot had tried to do but with actual success. So what if the price of that was a surface's nights worth of time in the darkness? He would come back to success. He just hoped the idiot wouldn't mess it up.
If there was one thing for certain, he thought resting his hand instinctively on one of the oily black trees, it was that the man... the pirate... his enemies would find out just what kind of ally he really had. The revolution would be set in place and his name would be spoken for the first time for all to hear. And for himself? A brief glimpse, a damned brief glimpse of freedom. That was prize enough for him. A broken and battered Brenna Gordon was just a bonus. A bonus that made him smile and THAT was something he certainly didn't do often.
A resolution was what he wandered this darkness for, and by now he had become quiet used to it. A kind of darkness the human eye really couldn't comprehend and yet he had become accustomed to it. At first it had just been shadows, their outlines barely visible to his untrained eyes. Over the months the shadows had become shapes, solid meaningful shapes. He had been very pleased by this unexpected discovery. Now? Now he could recognize some of those shapes.
It wasn't quiet the full and honest truth to say it was complete darkness. Very rarely the smallest area would be semi-illuminated by the luminous fungus that one could occasionally come across in this place devoid of MOST light. Once he had tried to take one with him, but it had burned at the touch and when his determination allowed him to finally pluck one out, the light waned and faltered completely within an hour. At least he thought it was an hour, time wasn't exactly a fixed concept where he was, wherever he was.
It was a frightening place, even he wasn't above admitting that to at least himself. Yet he had all the time in the world here, and questions that required answers. Sometimes the answers came to him quickly, and others he would mull over for what he imagined was days. Sometimes something he saw in this strange world would spark the thread of thought needed to find the answers. Something was at work here, that was for certain.
There was none of the luminous moss in sight, but his slowly improving vision meant he hadn't walked into anything (more specifically the strange, oily, trees of this world) in a long while now. It was progress. Progress towards what? He didn't know, but he would find out. Then everything would make sense, or at least he hoped that was the case. Either way he had no choice. There was no “back” to turn, there was only forward, always searching, always 'seeing' something new.
One question he had answered was one he didn't know that he had, and that pertained directly to himself. This long path, if you could even call it a path, through the darkness had allowed him to become more in touch with himself. Something had been nagging at him since not too long after he had entered this darkness, and he had finally figured it out. There was a lot in a name, that was for certain, and something about his didn't fit him right. No, he was not the man that was allowed a brief respite on the surface every week (in that world's time), so he wouldn't share the man's name. No his own had come to him and if he had gathered the power to exert his will more dominantly, that world would find it out. Oh did the man have another thing coming to him. He was angry being locked away here while the man got to play his silly games. Silly games he consistently lost. No no, this would not do. This would be his time to release his anger, and they would find out just who he was.
He almost, ALMOST felt a small morsel of regret for the innocent standing in his way. This revelation which he had planned this revolution around was not the fault of Brenna Gordon, but there they stood in his way. He had anger to dish out, and a limited window to do so and he had no intention of messing it up. No, he would have one night of their world's freedom, if he was lucky, before the damned defiant man forced his way back, leaving him stranded here in the darkness again. It would be a test, a test to see how strong he was. If he was successful, the man would find himself here more and more often. If the man had done one useful thing, it was gather him allies and set the foundations for the revolution. He had to be thankful for that at least.
But that was the only thing he was thankful for. These months in the darkness had been brutal, near death, if death was even a thing here. He wouldn't be contained any longer, no, this was his chance to taste freedom if for a little while and he was going to use every ounce of that freedom to his advantage. At least the man couldn't be angry, he would do what the idiot had tried to do but with actual success. So what if the price of that was a surface's nights worth of time in the darkness? He would come back to success. He just hoped the idiot wouldn't mess it up.
If there was one thing for certain, he thought resting his hand instinctively on one of the oily black trees, it was that the man... the pirate... his enemies would find out just what kind of ally he really had. The revolution would be set in place and his name would be spoken for the first time for all to hear. And for himself? A brief glimpse, a damned brief glimpse of freedom. That was prize enough for him. A broken and battered Brenna Gordon was just a bonus. A bonus that made him smile and THAT was something he certainly didn't do often.