Endless beginningsShe falls back againWhere it all beganNo longer a bodyBut a streak of lightShe traverses through gatesThat have no endStill, she moves onwardSwiftly, like a trainRound and round she goesFinishing what was left undoneNo longer thinking about the painBut looking forward atThe dawn on a brand-new day...
Chapter eight: Decisions Kaylin fell down to the floor as the Light Train trudged forward, Darus' words swirling like thick fog in her head. Destroy the gate and end this battle once and for all...or open it and disappear... had Darus told her the truth or was this one last attempt to confound her? The train faded away and Kaylin found herself inside a marble hall, a giant black double door towering in front of her.Footsteps echoed through the hall. She felt no surprise at the sound of Darus' voice. "The last gate...destroy it" he whispered into her ear. Kaylin stood up trembling. She raised her hand with hesitation, her palm hovering inches away from the gate. Was she meant to destroy the gate and interrupt the natural flow of time? Cold sweat covered her."DO IT!" Darus' hands seized Kaylin by her throat. He pinned her against the gate, his hands closing on her windpipe. She tried to convey her Zephyr into her hand, but she couldn't breathe...everything was slow
Odyssey 2012. Chapter 7: Scenario No. 3,722Skyscrapers glinted with the dying sunlight. This was the Tokyo she remembered long before Darus tarnished it. Kaylin stood at the top of a hill surveilling the city. Breeze caressed her face. She knew this was the place to end what Darus had started.Something moved behind her. Kaylin whirled around and found Jackson staggering towards her, unscathed. He fell into her arms."Jackson! You're here! How is this possible?"He stood up, his hands clawing on Kaylin's shoulders for support. "By destroying your alternative future-selves, you have also altered the course of my future." His voice trembled. "Kaylin...you're the Eighth Gate. The last barrier between Darus and the Zephyr key. Break its seal and you'll be able to use all of your powers... "Jackson's words pierced through her, but what Kaylin heard next felt worse."Haven't you told her she'll die if she does that?"Darus advanced towards them, the Blade dangling from his hand. "Break the
Odissey into 2012. Chp 6: Broken reflectionsHer Zephyr conducted the train towards the next trial. The board was set. She had been playing under Darus' rules, but that was about to change. The Light Train slowed its speed. It's time to make her move.A thousand Kaylins stared back at her. She found herself inside a mirrored dome, her reflection multiplied indefinitely. She stood there, waiting for him. A thousand shadows hurtled across the mirrors.BANG! She shattered the panel in front of her. A shower of broken glass clinked on the floor. She kept her hand raised, ready to attack. "Wrong shot" Darus stood in front of her. The fallen pieces lifted and became a single panel. "Do you like it?" he motioned the dome " It's specially for you".A thousand Darus cackled with mad laughter. She couldn't bear it any longer. Another panel exploded. "Wrong again!"She kept shattering the mirror panels, until there was a cascade of shards. Darus and his reflections moved too fast, matching her speed. It wa
The AegeansPaul slowly opened his eyes, trembling at the thought of what he would found. The Proxitol had sent him into a deep slumber with blurred visions of a crumbling city... a flash of silver... blood, and big, pale eyes staring out of the dark. A shriek and the sound of broken glass had awakened him, but after scanning the room, Paul found himself alone. It was windowless, with one lightbulb and a single black door. He sat up in his bed with much difficulty, his body was stiff and heavy, as if lead ran in his veins instead of blood.Indeed, there was something else running through his veins... Paul peered at the rash in his thigh and was shocked to see that despite the drug’s effect, it had spread: no longer a colorful myriad, but decaying gray. His fingers were about to touch it when the door opened. Maya strutted in, her weaponry jingling in a sinister tone and a syringe of Proxitol gleaming in her hand
Stage Two“The growth rate has decreased in thirty percent.” Maya might as well have told Paul the weather report. She had read the information off a clipboard, which disturbingly contained all that there was to know about him. He lied in a makeshift bed in the middle of what seemed a military bunker, removable curtains blocking him from view. Hurried steps and low voices moved outside, accompanied by the whirring of unknown machinery. Maya moved closer to Paul, shoving a picture into his face. “Have you seen this man before?”Paul squinted for a better view. A tall, suited man stood in front of Victoria Station. He might have gone unnoticed if his skin wasn’t so pale and his lips blue... “No” “Just what I expected,” Maya sighed and sank into a chair. “ The Runners have reason to believe he is responsible of this attack. Tracing back earlier hosts, this ‘man’ was sigh
The EndgameThe bathroom swiveled in one sickening motion . Lights were extinguished. Paul skidded out of the shower and crashed upon the floor. Waves of everchanging colors collided with each other....blood red met emerald green and out came purplish foam . Shutting his eyes, Paul held onto the piece of tiled driftwood, hoping that it would be over soon....that it was a mindtrick, a nightmare, anything but reality... He laid there for a long time. Until the seasick sensation subsided, Paul felt safe enough to get up. His eyes were unfocused, lines were blurred and the room seemed brighter than before. He worked his way over to the mirror and examined the rash. It pulsated and slowly grew larger. Wavering, Paul returned to the bedroom and began to dress. He needed air...he had to get away from that damned hostel and find the nearest hospital. “What the heck?” Rubbing his eyes
Smoke and shadowsPaul felt relieved as he closed the door behind him. The afternoon’s events were imprinted in his mind as if someone had pressed them with a hot iron. The other passengers in the train had ample composure, judging bythe way they handled the situation. No panic. They reacted as anyone with common sense should. A shudder ran through his spine. What would have happened if Paul had been the epileptic? Would the red-haired man had pulled out his belt? Would there be anyone to hold him while he seized? Another shudder – He couldn’t bear the thought of being the one with no self-control.Paul rubbed his hands over his thighs, trying to dispel the numbness that had gripped them. He then felt a goey substance on his fingers and noticed a patch of vomit half-dried over the navy blue fabric. He bolted towards the bathroom and washed his hands before being overwhelmed by nausea. Great, now he had a physical souvenir besides the memory of what happened in the t
MalleableHands and words shaped her soul.
To become somethingHe kept screaming, despite knowing it was a fruitless effort of clinging to life, to his humanity. Paul’s mind was clouded by Tal’Shen’s thoughts, leaving little room for his own. He fought back, rebelling against the parasite, but it was useless, for Tal’Shen was stronger.He then realized survival was out of reach...He oddly felt comforted by this thought. Accepting the fact that death was a better option than becoming an empty shell under the command of another, he released his mind from Tal’Shen, falling into oblivion...If this was dying, he thought, it isn’t bad.The pain disappeared...memories returned. His name was Paul and somehow...he was alive. Where he was, he didn't know, but he had to be “somewhere” if he was aware of his existence. It was a surreal feeling...being nothing yet existing somewhere in the pressing darkness...An orb appeared, its surface swirling with different colors. It pulsated feebly, its light weak.
Completion"NO!" Tal'Shen screamed, so did Paul, both sharing the same pain as each strike fell on the merging body. The glossy scales flashed furiously, and Paul convulsed violently, all self control lost. Maya stood over him, avoiding the pursuing tentacles as she took hold of one and sliced it off with her blade. It was beautiful, almost obscene, the way the wriggling tentacle fell and shriveled on the floor, a trail of iridescent blood shimmering in its wake... "It's alright, it'll be over soon" Maya crooned as Paul moaned, setting her eyes on another flailing tentacle. "Lies! She Lies!" Another hack."Paul! Killing Me Means Killing You!" "Tal'Shen...h-help..." Paul whispered feebly. "Sssh, just a few more, and it'll be over, love" "Let Me In..Let Me Take Control" All thoughts were wiped away as Paul allowed Tal'Shen inside his head. The convulsions stopped an
Hit and Run"The bastard survived, huh?" Before Paul or Tal'Shen had time to react, Maya's blade was at Paul's throat, pushing him to the back of the wall. Maya's face was inches away from Paul's, her teeth bared."This is what Lysanna, first born of Neiptiún, sends for battle? A tadpole?" The unearthly high-pitched laugh sent a chill down Paul's spine."Paul, This Is Our Chance, You Must Distract Her!" Tal'Shen's voice ringed in Paul's head, and he felt imbued with bravery...or blind stupidity. "You bitch! A few minutes ago I thought you're a friend , now you' re the enemy? Just who or what are you?""What I am? Well, love, certainly more than a woman" Horrified, Paul watched transfixed as Maya's hair morphed into slimy tentacles. "Brace Yourself! Here She Comes!"
Friends and enemies"Paul, I need you to calm down" The monitor showed how fast his heart was beating. He could feel it hammering against its ribcage, threatening to burst out. It wasn't the only thing trying to break away from his body. The mass in his thigh writhed feebly. Electrodes were attached not only to his chest, but also to his temples. He could feel the van's floor shaking...wherever they're taking him, they haven't reached it yet. "Paul!" Maya loomed over him. "Quick, a sedative!" She clicked her fingers and a sour-faced man handed her a syringe filled with clear liquid. A sting in the neck and Paul fell back into darkness.When he finally regained conciousness, Paul was being dragged by two corpulent men towards an abandoned-looking warehouse, Maya walking briskly in front of him. "Where are you taking me?" he asked groggily."We're getting you help" Maya answered, knocking twice over the metallic doors. At her touch, the doors were opened and Paul was pushed in.
CosmosThe closest star is your heart
ConstrictionShe can´t breathe until he leaves
Lo que guardo en mi armarioTengo miedo de mirar atrás,hacia el pasadoTengo miedo de lo que encontraré escondido ahíTengo miedo de toparmecon algo que confirme mis grandes temoresTengo miedo, mucho miedoMiedo de quedarme solaMiedo de equivocarmeTengo miedo de perder lo que más quiero...Tengo miedo, ira, frustración...No quiero ser asíQuiero salir...correrQue el aire golpee micara mientras el oxígenoescapa de mis pulmonesQuiero seguir mi propio camino yno recorrer el que otros han construidoQuiero ser como realmente soyy dejar de aparentarlo que otros quieren que seaHay muchos "quiero"pero todo se queda ahí...en esa simple palabraY tengo tanto miedo...
The gate runner's taleLegends foretold abouta heroine being bornout of darkness and destructionto protect our worldNo memory nor tracehas she to begin her questOnly Tokyo and Zephyrare to lead her dubious fateShe'll cross the gatesalong as you turn the pageTurn them, if you dareand begin the Gate Runner's tale
Last danceShe counts each beat, tapping her foot. The rhythm seduces her body; she waits for her cue. She takes her spot in the middle of the room and spreads her arms. She bows to her audience; there's no one around.One...two...three...She whirls around as graceful as a swan. Her feet move on their own, following the sound. She can't stop them, she doesn't dare herself to do so...she feels the adreline rush in her veins, her heart beating faster with each step.She leaps through the air and keeps on doing pirouttes. She can hear them...she can see her audience giving a round of applause. They throw flowers on the stage as she prepares to leap through the air once again..."It's time..." She hears someone whisper above the cheers of the crowd."No, please, just one more dance" she cries in while performing a fouetté en tornant.No....you can't no longer dance...She trips and falls into a dark void, leaving her audience behind. She opens her eyes, blinking in
The moonpeopleThe boy sat on the windowsill, lazily swinging his legs. His thin face and dark eyes glowed under the moonlight's spell. He gazed upon the nightime queen's face, adoring every aspect, longing to be there. "I'm lucky" he thought, "to see such beauty". He felt unworthy to contemplate it. But there she was, benevolent as any queen, casting her magical rays upon Earth. A cloud crossed the sky and hid the queen from the boy's sight.He was disheartened, sad an angry at the same time, for watching the full moon was one of his most prized delights. The temporary absence of his beloved queen remembered where he was: Earth. The boy heard the distant hooting of an owl, accompanying the drunken singing of the local bar. He played closed attention to it, cocking his head towards its direction. Even though he couldn't comprehend the lyrics, he could hear its nostalgic melody. The wind brought him the sweet smell of country flowers. The crickets chirped in the chill of the night. Soon, t
Why does he do that?"Don't know why he keeps calling..."
UntitledSwallow, swallow that soars through the skiesOh please, tell me what you've foundHave you seen green pasturesand skies of endless blues?Have you seen foamy wavesunder the light of the moon?Swallow, swallow, where have you gone?It's been so longsince I last heard your song...
Sad but trueBitterness pierced through my aching heart
AsesinoComo quieras. Mi boca permanecerá cerrada.
Minimal"There aren't enough words...""Says who?"
Dialogues through the glass"How are you today?""Not too bad," I answered to the woman sitting across me. She frowned, her dark brown eyes squinting at me. "Oh...are you sure about that? Your eyes are a bit puffed...""So are yours.""I studied until late last night...""What are the odds? So did I..."Silence fell between us and we avoided meeting our eyes. Deep inside, I knew the truth.So did she. Minutes stretched into hours and we still remained in our stoic positions. She wrote on a worn out notepad. I did the same. We kept on writing until our hands ached and our pencils fell out of them.It was until then that I felt brave enough to face her. It must have been a mutual feeling, for she also looked at me in the eye. "You aren't honest...""Look who's talking." I scoffed, rolling my eyes. She pursed her lips. "You're giving me that aloof attitude of yours? Honey, you know it's a matter of time until you run out of defenses""So?" I looked at my notepad "I can't se
My castle in the skyThere was a time in which in believed in castles in the sky. I looked up at the clouds and imagined that they were the fluffly turrets of a kingdom beyond my wildest dreams. I stretched out my arms and jumped to the sky, hoping that I could fly and see what's there to find. No matter how high I jumped, the castle never seemed to come. But I didn't give up, I kept on jumping. Time passed, and my castle began to change. It wasn't pure white any more, but a stormy gray, lightning cracking its walls. I could hear the thunders roaring in its halls, barely drowning the sound of my mother's painful cry. I was confused, sad and began to cry. I wanted my kingdom back. The turrets began to fade with each teardrop that fell to the ground. It became blurry, slowly fading away and then becoming shapeless condensed air.So many years have passed since the day I saw my castle fall. I try to rebuild, one cloud at a time, but I've found that gravity has chained me to the g
The magic of wordsWalls. Big, lifeless, grey-coloured walls. She hated them. And she was trapped inside them. They said it was her own wrong doing that had sent her to that place. It was a crime, they pronounced, to dance with words.Words...they were the huntress of the powerful...and the weapon of the dreamers.Her stomach lurched in protest, dragging her out of her reverie. Two weeks had passed since the last time she had something to eat. A guard walked into her cell, left a tray at her feet and left. No words were exchanged. Not even a pitiful look. His eyes were vacant and she felt no surprise as she saw the grey tinge surrounding his pupils.Those walls...She ran her hand on their surface, feeling the smoothness of the cold cement. There was a time, she remembered, when she could destroy walls with the power of words.She could see them, her words, permanently marked upon the grey flesh. They were scars, the ugly marks on ha
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