Bound Left

[nikki]

There was a feeling of spiritedness in the morning breeze. Celius stood on a stony haven above the shrouded tropical brush, dressed in a colorless ceremonial robe, religious in nature, which seemed to give his rather pale skin a heavenly glow. His face showed every sign of age; the magic that kept his youthful appearance had faded long ago as did his incentive to renew it daily. The only remnant of his past was the long, flowing hair, now white, which floated weightlessly behind his shoulders with the wind. He looked down at the massive sea below him. Seagulls flew by, circling around his head before stretching out into the far distance.

Every man and woman has retired. Fled to the rightward sun, they say.

Celius coughed, and suddenly his majestic figure fell to weakness. He stepped down from his haven, the exotic plant life pushing past his feet as he made his way down into the dark tropics. It was time for one last walk into the black of the jungle.

This post has been edited by nikki on May 22 2009, 12:59 PM

[nikki]

Celius closed his eyes as he walked deeper and deeper into the overgrowth. The trees seemed to lurch over him, forming an ancient, green hallway. The warmth of the sun became less apparent as he further distanced himself from the stone steps that led above the dark corridors of plant life. The crooked path swayed like a snake, and other than the occasional hiss of an animal and the continually escaping sound of the sea, the jungle was void of much noise.

The clan had always been, paradoxically, a chain of friendship. Now they’ve broken apart and risen into the New World.

Soon, too, the noise was silenced. The sea was gone, and all around him was the eerie deafness of the earth. There was no turning back now. Celius felt oddly cold. He knew, however, he had to make this journey alone, and when he reached the end, no more.

What is left of our clan? Only one - the man who committed his heart, mind, and soul to the balance of some imagined masterwork.

This post has been edited by nikki on May 22 2009, 12:59 PM

[nikki]

Six years ago, there was a clash of the titans. Six years ago, a tragedy tore the clan apart.

The jungle corridor opened into a large, domed area. The dirty floor was speckled with rocks, which rudely crumpled under Celius’ shoes as he walked to the center of room. The path began to fade into nonexistence as he opened his eyes, and the ethereal figure of a man appeared before him.

The memories of others are undying. The thought of some strange phenomenon occurring before your eyes, as Matheus does tend to toy with her subjects, is the mark of insanity.

“Honor or no honor? Would you die with honor or no honor, Celius?” the man spoke. He wore a celestial blue robe, tightened by a belt at the waist. Upon his right cheekbone was a terrible scar that stretched to the bottom of his jaw. On his back, a large skeletal sword-like weapon was hoisted by tough rope-like straps.

“The Melrose family is no more, Celius, all because of you… I suffered because of you…and that wretched accident… I loved her…and that son of a bitch betrayed me… God damn it, Celius, I suffered because of you...”

The path seemed to shake. A headache caused Celius to lurch forward, holding his head in pain. When the headache passed, the figure of the man had disappeared. Celius continued forward.