- Messages
- 5
Cold air hung over the bog. Patches of mist moved slowly over this flat area. People used to live around here. As seen by the presence of pieces of wood and planks sticking here, and there. Sometimes set up as a safe path through the bog. The bog, where a patch of moss is a fake safety and with a step on it you would immediately sink into the mud below. Some might have suffered that fate. But others were thrown in after betrayal by a companion.
Fact is that many beings have lost their lives in these lands. These lands that have already existed since a time long gone. But to lose life in one certain pool was different. A ritual with lost lives as it's fuel has been ongoing for ages. As just one more life passes as it reaches its bottom, something stirs awake, to life.
Crawling its way out of the pool it sits down. Covered in mud and grime, you could hardly tell what it was. And it thought, if thinking was something a thing like this could do.
To move, accomplished.
To change, this is already a change?
To live? How does one live?
Its movement costs it its time.
But the one behind the ritual is long gone. And with them the guidance this was supposed to receive.
It sat there, in the near-empty bog.
Fact is that many beings have lost their lives in these lands. These lands that have already existed since a time long gone. But to lose life in one certain pool was different. A ritual with lost lives as it's fuel has been ongoing for ages. As just one more life passes as it reaches its bottom, something stirs awake, to life.
Crawling its way out of the pool it sits down. Covered in mud and grime, you could hardly tell what it was. And it thought, if thinking was something a thing like this could do.
To move, accomplished.
To change, this is already a change?
To live? How does one live?
Its movement costs it its time.
But the one behind the ritual is long gone. And with them the guidance this was supposed to receive.
It sat there, in the near-empty bog.