Odyssey Into 2012 Ch. 2 : The GateHer eyes snapped open. Why was she lying on the street? How did sheThe Light Train! Did it drop her here? She had no idea. Footsteps behind her. They were strangely loud. Should she follow them? No other leads existed. "Whatever!"Then it hit her. The streets were abandoned. And the stores. She was in Tokyo and she was the only human there. Despite this revelation, she continued onward, walking for what felt like an eternity. Suddenly, she couldn't move forward, as if an invisible wall stretched across the street.A strange, indescribable sensation emanated from her left pocket. Reaching in to retrieve the scrap of paper, her hand went immediately and totally numb. Then the wall that held her back shimmered and started to warp and shift, condensing. Then it faded away, leaving in its place an obelisk, roughly three meters tall and made of what she guessed to be solid obsidian. The pillar was marked with runes like she had never seen before, curvy and flowing, and dimly glowing a
MemoriesHush!These stolen momentsbetween usleave me an empty husk,discarded in the gutter.This forgotten timeof memories, not our own,found abandoned on the roadside,leading us to a destinationunknown.Forever and an hour,will I wait for you,bearing the weight ofvandalized thoughts,thoughts of another,stolen by us, and usedfor our own purposes.The regrets of a thousand others'lifetimes,left unattended in the woods.
As the Mirror BreaksThe barrier,a portal to analternateworld.The weapon,strong enough toshatter dimensions.The attacker,a deity in afitof rage.The weapon primed,the deity poisedto strike.The weapon's headaccelerates along acurve, sharpening asit approaches itsvictim.A shadow ofdoubt crosses theoffender's face,growing towardsregret. Thedeity attempts toslow the weapon,but his even his perceivedomnipotence can not slowthe, accursed in his mind,and in those of thedenizens of thealternate plane,inertia.The momentum, too great,the portal's face cracks,as the mirror breaks.
The WandererThe wanderer hidesher face, her true face.She wanders the landaimlessly,each night donninga new guise.Paying no heed toher surroundings,she walks,hoping she will reachher desitination,eventually.The wanderer's glowis a softlight, washing dimlyover the land.
The TravelerThe traveler beginshis daily journey.His path is slow tochange,but willbecome its formerself again.The travelerwalks all daywithout resting,but never deviatesfrom his path.Whatever theterrain, thetravelerilluminates theworld.