1 Fall 517 AV
…And his wings descended, like mirages in the eye of a storm. For he was running from time itself, with the upheaval of many gods denouncing his existence. He was the epiphany of darkness in the land from which he dwelled, but even then Lhex’s cruelty choked his wings of flight. A jest in the wake of mortality, for folklore and prophesies held no boundaries to his life. Yet still, he was compelled, and found himself at ‘The Gaping Maw.’
He began his journey with his eyes closed. With no control over his destination, what more a fitting place to be bound than Alvadas.
So it passed that he was running from his own storm. A deep darkness and sadness emanating from his ethereal black wings. The sky opened to the sea from his faulty and haphazard descent to the world. He thought he could fly, run, away eternally. Yet, Iono, of all the gods opened maws to devour the discarded abomination – to which he simply answered in belated breath before crashing to the sea “To run from time.”
He flew until he fell, straight into maws that would either consume him or embrace him. His name, Morst, an anagram for Storm. For through his dark resonating wake, a storm had followed him – in one form of another. Through his understanding of life, and having no claim to any god, his existence was but a meager and sad one.
Flying to the gates exhaustion had befell him. It was a long and difficult journey, but he was compelled to escape from time itself. For to him time was an enemy, one that he simply didn’t possess any knowledge on how to defeat. Instead, with much thought and metaphysical philosophies, he decided to try and run from time itself, to perchance escape his fate.
Plummeting into the sea before the maws he didn’t necessarily care for the outcome weaved into him. Instead he only muttered but a short answer, and swam into the mouth of what could either be his doom or his solace. The mouth hadn’t answered back to him, and he continued down what felt like a canal for moments that seemed long at the time, but compared to his existence thus-far, were but a fraction of a tick.
Clutching onto his spear he spiraled through the waters, crashing into a land with a texture unknown to him. It was the most remarkable thing he had ever seen, but still he was confused, and unsure of how to proceed.
With great fury he let out a grumble that even whales would despise and run from just as he emerged from the waters and took to flight once again. He was barely able to keep his eyes open. The land before him was blurry, and he couldn’t make out anything. To him, he was still attempting to run from his cruel fate.
Black wings translucent in their splendor dripped waters off in a flurry of a misty haze down to the earth below him. His fin acting as if he was still swimming, which such an act for an Akvatari is simply not normal. It would be clear to any of his kind that he was either delirious or drunk.
With spear clutched, now more lazily, he started to flutter as if about to land before a plant, only for it to end to be a fly trapper. For his eyes grew heavy, and his entire body ached, almost more than his heart. As he descended to the land within, he crashed into a body of water, and ended up in slumber.
To the storms he descended into a paralyzing paradise of dreams and nightmares. Landing in no other than ‘Verylna’s Emerald Pond.” The pond now shrouded by his darkness. Long black hair floated among the surface like a shadow corrupting the depths of an ocean. His wings floating upon the water, making a stilled image resembling much of chaotic ink-stain upon paper. His fin, lower body, and head fully submerged. He had little time to wake from this predicament.
As he floated, unconsciously, in the mysterious pond he knew not of… his dreams took a form he had never seen before.
Blood dripped from a room without a ceiling, in the room, a strange woman appeared before a doorway. As he floated through the room, black wings dredged with red, he entered the doorway. Upon his entrance he re-emerged to the same room. Everything was the same, and once again he saw the woman appear before the doorway. This repeated four times before finally he decided to simply defy all logic. He flew up into the room without a ceiling, into the blood which dripped from the sky.
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