07-24-2018, 12:13 AM
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TLDR; kid got up in the middle of the night because no one gave him supervision and he heard voices, so he ended up going to the star pool where he got water powers that allowed him to walk on water to chase after a self-perceived shard of light that the voices told him to get. Someone probably found him and shouted something, causing his concentration to end, and resulted in him falling into the deepest part of the water. This is also the first time he is seen without his skull, feel free to point out the fact that he is heavily scarred and blind.
It was the dead of night when the whispers returned.
They were not an uncommon thing for Myliu to hear, a steady part of his life that was stranger when they actually werent actively talking. It had been a while since they had been heard however, disappearing shortly after he had been taken in and treated, and just as Myliu started to expect them to never returned… they did.
They started softly, tugging at his subconscious and urging him to step out of bed. Perhaps the first mistake that this clan had made was to offer a child such as him a room of his own, with no supervision. He was hardly old enough to take care of himself, but no one expected there to be something wrong enough with Myliu for him to need special attention.
No one expected the voices, for he had never had the words to mention them.
At first they were easy to ignore, although the child wished for them to disappear as soon as possible for he was tired after a long day of exploring. They were both unwanted and unneeded, but seemed impossible to get rid of, and after a while Myliu couldn’t help but rise and follow their will, sneaking out in the middle of the night in a direction he only vaguely recognized, his skull left safely behind in his room.
The words got steadily louder, whispers that had been this intangible filling his mind with a newfound fervor. It wasn’t one voice or two, but had long since amassed into a number that Myliu couldn’t compound. He didn’t understand the words, but he followed anyways, for they told him to go and he followed, eager to please and afraid whenever they were angered if he wandered in the wrong direction.
It didn’t take him long to arrive where the voices seemed to be goading him towards. The starpool was hardly far considering how long Myliu had walked to get to the Ascendants to begin with. It had been nothing but a short trip comparatively, significantly shortened by how lost he was inside of his own mind to care about trivial things such as distance. Once he was there, the child half expected the words to stop, to become content with his arrival… but that proved to be untrue.
They only grew louder, as a pale shard of what appeared to be glass formed right above the center of the pool. They urged him forward, to reach for it and grab it, to walk upon the waters and take back that which was his…
When his paws met water, Myliu expected them to sink down into liquid. He knew what happened instead should not have been impossible. The water beneath his paws was just as solid as the land had been just seconds ago, as if it had become ice but wasn’t. Something inside of Myliu warned him, a feeling tugging at his core that told him to be careful, to be afraid… but the voices calmed him. The voices said it was alright, that he had to finish his goal.
And so finish his goal he would.
With a decisive grunt Myliu crept forward, still cautious and making sure to disturb the water beneath his paws as little as possible, towards the light in the center of the pool. The world around him seemed to freeze, time pushing through like molasses, and the closer he got to the shard floating above the water’s surface, the less he could hear from the outside as the whispers got louder, repeating words he did not know but knew he vaguely remembered. His heart thrummed to the rhythm, and Myliu swore he could feel it slow down to match the dull drum beat in his ears, until his very movements seemed to gradually slow as well, freezing him right before he could touch the light.
A beat passed. Two. Myliu’s face was contorted into a strange mask of sickening awe, gaze trapped by the light that was there. The noise in his head seemed to get louder with each passing second, his heart hammering against his chest as if it was loathe to stay in, as if it wanted to escape at that very moment and shatter through his ribcage…
The illusion shattered almost unceremoniously. It took nothing but a shout from someone in the real world to have everything crumbling down around Myliu. There was no more light. There were no more voices. There was just him, the night, and the water underneath his feet that was steadily getting more and more liquid…
And with a silent shout it swallowed him whole, dragging the child down with it.
TLDR; kid got up in the middle of the night because no one gave him supervision and he heard voices, so he ended up going to the star pool where he got water powers that allowed him to walk on water to chase after a self-perceived shard of light that the voices told him to get. Someone probably found him and shouted something, causing his concentration to end, and resulted in him falling into the deepest part of the water. This is also the first time he is seen without his skull, feel free to point out the fact that he is heavily scarred and blind.
It was the dead of night when the whispers returned.
They were not an uncommon thing for Myliu to hear, a steady part of his life that was stranger when they actually werent actively talking. It had been a while since they had been heard however, disappearing shortly after he had been taken in and treated, and just as Myliu started to expect them to never returned… they did.
They started softly, tugging at his subconscious and urging him to step out of bed. Perhaps the first mistake that this clan had made was to offer a child such as him a room of his own, with no supervision. He was hardly old enough to take care of himself, but no one expected there to be something wrong enough with Myliu for him to need special attention.
No one expected the voices, for he had never had the words to mention them.
At first they were easy to ignore, although the child wished for them to disappear as soon as possible for he was tired after a long day of exploring. They were both unwanted and unneeded, but seemed impossible to get rid of, and after a while Myliu couldn’t help but rise and follow their will, sneaking out in the middle of the night in a direction he only vaguely recognized, his skull left safely behind in his room.
The words got steadily louder, whispers that had been this intangible filling his mind with a newfound fervor. It wasn’t one voice or two, but had long since amassed into a number that Myliu couldn’t compound. He didn’t understand the words, but he followed anyways, for they told him to go and he followed, eager to please and afraid whenever they were angered if he wandered in the wrong direction.
It didn’t take him long to arrive where the voices seemed to be goading him towards. The starpool was hardly far considering how long Myliu had walked to get to the Ascendants to begin with. It had been nothing but a short trip comparatively, significantly shortened by how lost he was inside of his own mind to care about trivial things such as distance. Once he was there, the child half expected the words to stop, to become content with his arrival… but that proved to be untrue.
They only grew louder, as a pale shard of what appeared to be glass formed right above the center of the pool. They urged him forward, to reach for it and grab it, to walk upon the waters and take back that which was his…
When his paws met water, Myliu expected them to sink down into liquid. He knew what happened instead should not have been impossible. The water beneath his paws was just as solid as the land had been just seconds ago, as if it had become ice but wasn’t. Something inside of Myliu warned him, a feeling tugging at his core that told him to be careful, to be afraid… but the voices calmed him. The voices said it was alright, that he had to finish his goal.
And so finish his goal he would.
With a decisive grunt Myliu crept forward, still cautious and making sure to disturb the water beneath his paws as little as possible, towards the light in the center of the pool. The world around him seemed to freeze, time pushing through like molasses, and the closer he got to the shard floating above the water’s surface, the less he could hear from the outside as the whispers got louder, repeating words he did not know but knew he vaguely remembered. His heart thrummed to the rhythm, and Myliu swore he could feel it slow down to match the dull drum beat in his ears, until his very movements seemed to gradually slow as well, freezing him right before he could touch the light.
A beat passed. Two. Myliu’s face was contorted into a strange mask of sickening awe, gaze trapped by the light that was there. The noise in his head seemed to get louder with each passing second, his heart hammering against his chest as if it was loathe to stay in, as if it wanted to escape at that very moment and shatter through his ribcage…
The illusion shattered almost unceremoniously. It took nothing but a shout from someone in the real world to have everything crumbling down around Myliu. There was no more light. There were no more voices. There was just him, the night, and the water underneath his feet that was steadily getting more and more liquid…
And with a silent shout it swallowed him whole, dragging the child down with it.
♔ — I want brimstone in my garden
