The Dream World: A Dark and Quiet Place. Within this endless void, a flow of events occurs—surpassing time and death like a never ending stream of water. Souls are kept deep in the darkness; hiding them in there forever. It is a realm where no being can survive; no one can escape, and no one can enter—but something did.
…silence…
…
…crack!
A thunderous crack split the silence within the dream world—the crack slowly formed in the heart of the domain, forming a thick black line, creeping outward like wounds as the sky simultaneously turned crimson red. It was like an endless burning fire, with its molten gold streak.
…shatter!
The domain's heart shatters as the cracks burst outwards and slowly crumbled inwards—in this sudden outburst, following the shards of the domain—as an unconscious, bleeding man falls softly in the middle of the water, slowly catching its fall—as well as ripples sends out perfect circles before disappearing into nothingness.
The man slowly stirs awake, his head throbbing with pain as he groans. His eyes halfway opened, before slowly opening his mouth.
How painful! It hurts!
The man loudly squeals, shaking the once dark—quiet dream world as he stupor. He frantically sat up straight as he pants heavily, flinching from the pain. He tried to find the source for this nervewrecking, endless pain. His fingers slowly tracing his face, his cheek bone felt slimmer, his throat and lips dry as the desert, his skin whiter and paler.
What happened to me?
He ponders to himself. Trying to find an answer, he looked down, and noticed this pool of water colored in a deep shade of dark red, almost seemingly like a blood. He looks up and noticed that the sky is a crimson red with gold molten streak. He now looked to his left, then to his right, it was the same view of a red sky, and a deep red water.
He slowly stood up from where he was standing, his legs shaking as he force himself to stand up right, his body barely holding it together. However, before his feet straightened, his body protested with throbbing pain throughout.
Grah!
It made him slowly lose consciousness, as he fell down uncontrollably.
…
..
.
"Bwah!" The throbbing pain gradually allowed him to gather his remaining strength, finally he opened his eyes, breaking free from his reverie.
His vision first blurred, as a faint light tinged his eyes. He sees a wooden desk infront of him with a paper in the center. Written inside the paper, a coarse and confusing sentence was written in black ink.
Sitting besides the paper was a pile of mails that had not been yet open. Some are crumbled, and some are still new and neat. The walls to the left of the table had a blueish-fading color as a head of a deer—bigger than a human adult—a light bulb connected inside its mouth.
Beneath it, a bookshelf is latched onto the wall. The shelf was completely in chaos as the books was unorganized—some of them even hanging and some are close to falling.
Right next beneath the table was a quill drenched in black ink whilst scattered glass and a puddle of ink was besides it.
"A Quill, mails, a letter, and this headache—huh?! Where is this, who… am I?" He was both in a state of shock and confusion. Everything he saw was unfamiliar and new to him. As his brain slowly starts to progress things, he instinctively gaze upwards as if he felt threatened.
Outside a opened window, as the wind blows against a 'deep blue velvet curtain,' there he saw a moonless yet bright night. This light was coming from a distant star, serving as its only light in this moonless night.
"What the fuck?!" Feeling a sensation of fear, he abruptly stood up from his chair. Panicking, he examined every corner of the room as he tries to piece it all together.
Turning himself around—this small yet seemingly large room—he saw a wooden door with a hanger besides it. On that hanger was a long coat colored in black and a soft-brimmed, with a classic European style on it was dangling off of that same hanger. He examines the room a bit more, and found a puddle of blood on a Queen size bed.
...?!
Feeling a mix of curiousity and fear, he subconsciously—slowly walk towards the bed—step by step. As he got closer, his head throbs in pain again, making him stumble—lose his strenght and falls heavily onto the ground.
Thud!
A loud thud echoes throughout the entire room. He tries to get himself back unto his feet with his jaw clenched but his body refused to do so as the pain slowly gets worser and worser.
"F-fuck! Someone… help me!" He shouts in pain, as blood stains his clothes. With no other way of help, he tried to calm himself down, thinking of a way to possibly ease this.
Calm down, Calm down… He slowly takes a few deep breathes, trying hard to calm himself down.
At that moment, his body and mind became a calm wave. A single image opened the gates of someone elses memories—then came the rest. Faces, voices, places that were all foreign to him.
Noah Syl, a citizen of the Southern Continent's Nocturnal Kingdom—in the eastern wall, city of Owl, a dangerous and one of the darkest cities in the Kingdom.
"Noah Syl.. Is that who am I?" Noah questioned himself, unsure who he truly is, his hand faces the floor as he pushed himself up. Now standing, Noah approached the bed with caution—insticts driven, he stopped, refraining himself to touch it, as he saw nothing on the bed. No blood—it was simply a plain sheet of bed in its neutral color of plain white.
Am I hallucinating? Is this because of the headache?
He thought to himself—his mind filled with endless questions as he tries to process everything in his mind.
"I need to get some fresh-air."
Noah slowly walks towards the mirror besides the bed, fixing himself. As he combs his silky, long, grayish blue hair, he noticed that his left eye—the sclera was red as his pupils was white—while a huge scar hovered over his temple to the tear duct of his eye; he panicked and immediately covered it with his left hand.
At first it felt numb or simply nothing at all. But the moment my eyes met the wounds—my brained catched up and processed it as a life threathing situation—it was like a flipping switch the pain, and the adrenaline all surge in one go.
He flinches and screams in pain, as he held his head.
"Fuck!" Noah exclaimed—trying to calm himself, as he finds a eyepatch besides the mirror, dangling, and grabs it without hesitation.
He quickly puts it on, the scar disappeared as the eye-patch somehow stopped the pain too, as if it was a magical item or some sort.
Now one-eyed, Noah tries to calm himself, breathing heavily as he still recover from the pain. A moment of peace entered the room, the moon howling, birds chirping and grass-hoppers singing.
He examined himself in the mirror as a fine yet striking young man with a well-defined feature. His hair is dark with a distinctive light streak at the front, swept, and combed stylishly to the side. His left-eye was now blind, hiding beneath a eyepatch he found, while his right-eye shows a crimson veil eyes.
He looks down, and checked his clothes. He has a tailored three-suit piece that hugged a sculpted physique. A vest was perfectly fitted across his broad chest. He kept checking, and saw a long, black overcoat draped elegantly over his frame, its lines clean and clear. It flared slightly, revealing a subtle gleam of a pocket watch chain that swayed gently at his waist—it was an old fashioned watch with a design like relic.
Finally, after a short while of examining himself in the mirror and freed himself from this reverie, deciding to go out the room. he slowly approached the door with caution. As he slowly reached the door knob, he tilted it slightly lending him a small glimpse. After checking the outside of the door, he swings it wide open.
Sighing deeply, he stands there quietly observing his surroundings. He knew he was in a house, but he didn't expect it to be explicitly large. In awe, he observes things that are the same as his world.
This is much larger than I anticipated. A luxurious, and beautiful wall, the windows very well placed, furnitures that had been carved perfectly, and a tightly and neat place.
He spoke to himself. As he looked around, he finally found the door that leads outside—immediately, without any delayed reactions, he quickly ran downstairs, stumbling and almost falling along the way, he saw many different, some beautiful and some weird paintings that he had never seen in his life. Finally reaching the door and without any hesitation in his head, he opened it.
A bright flash of light covered Noah's eyes for a while, before it adjusted itself and slowly stepped outside.
"Hm, let's see… If I do recall from my memories…"
He ponders infront of the door, before slowly closing it. He turns his head to the left, it was nothing but pitch black with a light pole on the other end. The light poles has a lantern hanging on its edges. On the right was the same thing, except this time a man lays there, sleeping soundly on the street floor.
"I guess even people here are still homeless."
He shrugs his shoulders, as he decides where to go, when suddenly…
"Noah, visit me… Later…"
Words vividly appeared in his mind, a low and deep voice with an old man's image appeared. As his head ached in pain yet again, his body slamming unto the ground as he tries to held back his scream.
"Hmpf!" Noah held his mouth tightly, trying to stop himself from screaming. As the pain kept aching, stronger and stronger, fragments of memories came flooding in.