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Headaches and Dreams
Oct. 21st, 2012 09:53 pm Everyday Skysong's headache gets worse. It felt like a tugging, or an itch. Her facination by the dark thing didn't abate when she ran from his presence. In fact, it got worse.
Over the last few days there has started to be some sense working into the headache. It's always the same thing.
Come.
At night time it is louder. Skysong finds herself pacing by the fire, trying to do anything, anything to keep herself from hearing the word over, and over, and over again.
Come.
But she can't help it. The voice keeps getting louder. Sometimes, if she'll just start walking towards the door the call will lessen- get more pleasant. But she always comes back to her senses. The building was EVIL. She didn't want anything to do with it. What were her little magics worth, against something like that? She always turns back to the fire. Sometimes she sought refuge in the rafters, watching the people below. The command in her head is getting louder, and Skysong can't get it to stop. It's forming a chant she just cannot ignore.
Come. Come. Come. Come.
Finally, it gets to be too much. In one swift movement Skysong wistles the door open and is out. She balks at the edge of the lake. No! I don't want to go! Please, stop! It's too late. The compulsion to come is too strong. So Skysong comes. She follows the voice's directive. She plunges into the forest, hoping that someone, somehow stops her. It's too late now for her to stop herself.
I'm coming! I'm coming!
Deep in the forest she pauses. The confusion of not knowing where or when or what is happening to her creeps slightly louder in her mind, muting the compulsion. She pauses, but isn't able to step back. She's come too far, it's time to face whatever is calling her, for whatever reason. Maybe it would ease up on her long enough for her to face it again, and maybe hurt it this time.
The compulsion tugs her away from that thought. Why would she want to hurt it? It hadn't done anything yet. The darklings hadn't wanted to hurt at first, and they'd turned out alright.
A shadow appears out of the mist. It seems to want to help, so Skysong follows it. They seem to be going to a long time when a dark cave appears out of the mist. Skysong pauses at the edge of the forest, not wanting to come any further. Her benefactor is gone, perhaps she was just following a will 'o wisp.
A sharp stinging in her side alerts her to something gone wrong, but before she and use any of her magics to help her, the world begins to spin. Her eyes spot blurry shadows spinning around her, and can feel a heavy chain clamping around her neck. But the darkness is claiming her, and she knows no more.
Over the last few days there has started to be some sense working into the headache. It's always the same thing.
Come.
At night time it is louder. Skysong finds herself pacing by the fire, trying to do anything, anything to keep herself from hearing the word over, and over, and over again.
Come.
But she can't help it. The voice keeps getting louder. Sometimes, if she'll just start walking towards the door the call will lessen- get more pleasant. But she always comes back to her senses. The building was EVIL. She didn't want anything to do with it. What were her little magics worth, against something like that? She always turns back to the fire. Sometimes she sought refuge in the rafters, watching the people below. The command in her head is getting louder, and Skysong can't get it to stop. It's forming a chant she just cannot ignore.
Come. Come. Come. Come.
Finally, it gets to be too much. In one swift movement Skysong wistles the door open and is out. She balks at the edge of the lake. No! I don't want to go! Please, stop! It's too late. The compulsion to come is too strong. So Skysong comes. She follows the voice's directive. She plunges into the forest, hoping that someone, somehow stops her. It's too late now for her to stop herself.
I'm coming! I'm coming!
Deep in the forest she pauses. The confusion of not knowing where or when or what is happening to her creeps slightly louder in her mind, muting the compulsion. She pauses, but isn't able to step back. She's come too far, it's time to face whatever is calling her, for whatever reason. Maybe it would ease up on her long enough for her to face it again, and maybe hurt it this time.
The compulsion tugs her away from that thought. Why would she want to hurt it? It hadn't done anything yet. The darklings hadn't wanted to hurt at first, and they'd turned out alright.
A shadow appears out of the mist. It seems to want to help, so Skysong follows it. They seem to be going to a long time when a dark cave appears out of the mist. Skysong pauses at the edge of the forest, not wanting to come any further. Her benefactor is gone, perhaps she was just following a will 'o wisp.
A sharp stinging in her side alerts her to something gone wrong, but before she and use any of her magics to help her, the world begins to spin. Her eyes spot blurry shadows spinning around her, and can feel a heavy chain clamping around her neck. But the darkness is claiming her, and she knows no more.
