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Eucliwood's Song | PROLOGUE
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Darkness.
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That's all I see-- everywhere I turn, I look-- there is nothing but darkness. Desperation fills my system as I kept on running, but it was futile. The darkness just seems to stretch further. I even tried screaming, but came out as a strangled sound; no words would come out-- they can't. And for what seems like hours of endless running, I end up tripping. On my own feet. My own fucking feet. How stupid can I get?
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I don't know how much time I've spent in this place, but I didn't get up and started running again. What's the point anyways? I lied on my back and placed an arm over my head, thinking of ways on how to escape this abyss.
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Maybe never? A voice from the back of my mind echoed, but I ignored it. I tried remembering how I got here. Tried. Because I can't remember a single thing-- even my name, my address, origin, everything. I sat up sharply, and once again looked around the surrounding abyss. But hell, who am I kidding anyways? There would be nothing but darkness.
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Something dripped past my eyelids. I wiped it at first, but didn't bother looking up. It continued dripping, and when I pulled my right hand back only then did I realized that it was blood.
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There's... something wrong. With me.
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A scream got stuck in my throat as I got the courage to take in my appearance. I am a bloody mess. It looks like I'm bathing in my own blood.
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"Uriel."
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Horrified, I took a step backwards without looking at anything-- anything but my bloodied self. And another. And another. And anot--
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My back hit something hard. Something that sounds like a... metal? Startled, I turned around. Only to see a bus. A burnt bus.
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"Uriel."
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Wait. A burnt bus? Now facing the bus I took a step back away from it, only to fall flat on my ass-- again.
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"Uriel."
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Maybe I was too caught up in my own bloody self that I didn't notice that I wasn't in that black abyss anymore. Maybe I was too busy in my own thoughts that I only then realized that I was in the middle of an accident. The burnt bus was well... burnt, and was lying on its side, the windows scattered and broken probably from the pressure of the fire. The rain was angrily pouring down, but I'm not getting wet.
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"Uriel."
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Looking around, there were bodies scattered everywhere. Blood everywhere. And if the bus wasn't in the picture, you would've thought that this was massacre. Feeling a soft object beneath me I looked down the source of my tripping-- a bad idea, anyway-- bile rose in my throat. There it was, a body lying on its stomach, his wide and bloodshot eyes were looking at me, and his now-blue mouth was open, as if in silent horror. And here I was, lying on top of him. Not only blood was everywhere, but also gore. There was a body not far from where I was, his body bent in an unnatural angle and the remains of his skull and brains scattered around, his left leg was pinned under the bus.
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"Uriel."
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I got up from the dead body, and started walking around until something caught my eye: a shirt that has the exact shade that I was wearing; at least of what I've thought the color is. A bone was sticking out of his left knee. I don't know but I feel... connected to him. Like he and I are... one. I looked myself, noticing that I only have a shoe on, whilst the other was just clad in a tattered sock. He was also wearing a bloodied khaki pants.
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Just like the body lying not a few inches away from me.
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Realization hit me like a wave. Me. That's me. Finally, my gaze travelled to my face-- the one lying.
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I knoe I should've prepared myself for the horror of what I could see, but gasped anyway. Half of my face was burnt, and I looked like I was skinned. I didn't quite see the rest of the damages. I am lying on my stomach, with my burnt face facing right. Crouching down I tried to touch it, but my hand just passed through it.
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Oh. So that explains it. I am a spirit. Bloody hell. I didn't know it happens in real life. How cliche.
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"Uriel."
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A dark figure loomed over me, causing me to look up. There stood a hooded girl, looking down on me-- the spirit me-- as she repeated: "Uriel."
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Now that I've thought about it, I kept hearing it quite a while but ignored it. Wait... what does that mean? Is it a word from another language? Is that a name? Is she referring to me? Is that my name? In that case... why did she know who I am while I cannot? I started firing out the questions to her but of course, nothing came out. Her light blonde hair billowed into the hollow night, flowing freely as if she is a goddess sent above.
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I couldn't see her entire face, the shadow created by the hood obscuring half of her face. All I can see is her plump, pink lips curved into the tiniest smile.
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My eyes travelled over her body, stopping at some kind of rod she was holding in her hand. The tool was twice her height, its ebony blade glinting into the moonlight. A sycthe. Like those you see in movies or in animes.
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Holy shit! Tell me I'm in some sort of a movie, there's no fucking way this crap is true!
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She crouched down my level as I looked, fear in my eyes. The rain continued pouring down, but neither of us are getting wet. A gust of wind blew, causing her hood to be removed. I... was shocked to see the beauty lying beneath the hood. Her hair spilled magneficently on her back, and her honey-like orbs stared at me as if searching to the depths of my soul-- oh wait, I am already a soul. Literally.
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She reached out to touch me, but her hand didn't passed right through me and cupped my cheek. Her hands cold and comforting at the same time. Eyes hardening she said, "No. It's not your time. Not yet."
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Yet. Wow. Thank you. Made me feel better!
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An agonized groaned sounded to my left, both our attentions snapping at the sound. There's someone alive! But... barely.
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The hooded girl then stood up, and walked right in the middle of the... accident. She stomped her scythe once, and a magic circle (that's what I think it is, though) appeared beneath her, illuminating her in violet light. She muttered a few words I couldn't catch, and suddenly a candle appeared, and floated in front of her. The candle looked like it was barely there, if only it wasn't lit I never would've guess it is there.
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As wierd as it sounds again, I feel like... I am that candle. My life barely hanging. I'm not sure. I continued watching as she spread out her arms, her sycthe on the other hand as she started chanting:
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"In nomine Mors, Karoline Eucliwood, tua uocat circa hoc loco..."
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I didn't understand the words she was chanting, but still watched as mists started appearing.
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"Congregabo omnia quae vis vita relicta est..."
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This time, I tore my gaze away from her and looked around, noticing that the mists were coming out of the scattered bodies. It's like... evaporation. It's like the mist were being suck out of them. What's happening?
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"Et novum est. A suis. Etiam alter locus."
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It drifts away from the bodies, and started swirling around her, rather violently. Terrified, I back away from her. I kept my gaze in sick fascination as the mist kept swirling violently around her, her curls following the direction.
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"Circulus vitae. Perpetua cycle. Deut det mihi. Praesta aliud hominis filius casu accidit."
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The mist stopped swirling around her, instead it started swirling in front of her and not as violent as before. My mind couldn't wrap up what was still happening, but it was as if the mist were forming something I couldn't make out. Suddenly, it stopped and soon the mist disappeared, leaving... another new candle in its wake. I suddenly grew dizzy-- if that was possible in my state-- but still watched as she elegantly flicked her wrist. The new candle started floating until it was above the other one. Gently, the new one placed itself above the nearly-dying candle, completely overlapping it. My vision started spinning, but my eyes caught her looking at me as she continued chanting.
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"Initium novum. Initium novum."
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Those were the last words that I heard before falling into the abyss. Again.
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