hey everybody. i'm just in a writing mood at the moment.
"what the fuck." he mumbled to himself in a low, barely a harsh whisper "this isn't a fucking journy, its a fucking death trap. i should just turn back now" his words fell into silence. the road had became warm..very warm.
without any warning there was a city. of gold and silver. of lights and music and sounds and smells. captivated by it, he walks into the main square.
Tall buildings surround him as he passes by crimson water fountains and chrome plated sidewalks. "it looks like something out of a cliche 60s future display" he mumbled to himself.
"because it is!" a booming voice coming from every direction around him. it was then that he noticed, not one person or creature was even in the city. the lights were on but nobody's home. "this is where you begin. but not stay. you will leave here and head south in the desert, do not stop in any other towns or cities untill you once again see the Paronis!" and with the end of the S slinking into an echo, the city was gone.
keep walking he thought to himself. just keep walking. you're delusional, soon enough death will come and sweep you away but death didn't come. he keeps walking and walking, not eating or drinking for days, but lives on, yes.
Soon he figures he has died, that his body had just stopped and lied down in the road, but his spirit or soul, or what have you was now wandering the desert. For weeks he goes on like this. He is alive yes, but only in a half life half dead way. He stops for nothing, people would drive up by him, the few people who ever came by those parts, offered him rides and he would not even give them notice of their presence and they'd drive off.
The desert was hot during the day, winds would blast his face with red , heavy, dry, dirt and dry his skin. he kept walking.
Soon, one day far off from his memory the Paronis showed her face again, in a less grand way to him. Starting as a small red flaming figure walking on the harizon, almost never getting closer. and then from the horizon she was infront of him.
"you have traveled long and far, why do you do so?" the voice was smooth and comforting, the first voice he has heard in a very long time.
"because i do..." his lips moved but no sound came out. he reached out to touch her, but grasped nothing.
"you cannot touch me, i am not of this phisical world. i am just appearing to you now to give you information. there is much more at work then you will ever no, but what you must know is that you are the last hope"
now he regained his voice, "last hope for what, you are a mirrage, you fucking lier, what the hell is going on?"
"patiance, we chose you because there is a battle brewing...worlds are at stake"
"yeah, you sound like a science fiction novel. a bad one at that." he was speaking without thinking first. he was telling a creature from someplace, of which has enourmus power, to fuck off. and he didn't even care about what she, him, it, could do to him. "you just fly or walk or whatever back to where ever the fuck you come from. and let. me. die."
a shreik beyond human hearing and understanding beheld his ears. he was crippled by it. "NOOOO, you will not deny it. you MUST help. you don't understand!"
"why me, goddamnit?! I am nothing, i'm a drifter i'm a hobo i have no use in this world. i dont care if i do for you, but i have been dead for weeks..but i do not die. i have been drifting along this fucking road for weeks. but i get nowhere."
"that's all i can tell you. but what you must know is that to save everything, all that you know. all that you don't know. you must keep walking in this direction. for soon you will come to the edge of what is known to you and your people, you will go through that door persay and you will bridge the gap which is being created. and then, you will close it." with that she was gone. it was night now, not the scolding hot day.
For the first time, he sleeps. long and deeply.