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Oblivion: A Story Forgotten

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Oblivion: A Story Forgotten

Wraith of Dagger

Tired.

I couldn’t think about anything more than how tired I was. I raged against the darkness for... an eternity it seemed, and now? I floated in nothing, comforted by the fight ending. I don’t remember why I fight so hard. Had I been scared? Angry? Sad? I didn’t remember, I don’t think I cared to know. I was... content? Comfortable that was it. The darkness was neither warm nor cold, it just... was.

When the call started, I thought it my imagination. My brain shutting down perhaps? My mind fighting when my body was done. Until I could start to make out the voice. I couldn’t place it was it here with me or in my mind. I settled on the realization it came from everywhere.

The glimmer, the light. It burned. I wanted the darkness. I was comfortable, I knew it’s touch, what it never pretended to be. The light was new, the light I couldn’t comprehend. I clenched my fists. My hand gripped something solid. I lifted my hand up. A knife- Dagger? Dirk? Dirk.- rested in my palm, the light illuminated it’s silvery sheen, the darkness swallowing the pitch black handle and onyx pommel. Had I always had this?

Stay and know all I had known? Go, and perhaps know more. It could be a dream. It could be a nightmare. Perhaps the darkness was salvation. The light damnation.

The call became deafening.

My mind wanted to answer the call, my body wanted to stay. A strange thing happened then. I reached out, an impulse of something... curiosity perhaps. Maybe I would be damned, or saved. The darkness chose me, but I didn’t choose it. I became angry again. I grasped what I’d fought for, for what I now knew I clawed, bit, and raged to hold as my own. I stepped through the doorway.

I made my choice.

Oblivion: A Story Forgotten

@Celsius

Awesome blossom this feels like table top dnd in a way and I love that.

Oblivion: A Story Forgotten

I’m intrigued by this. I’ll send you a writing prompt and we’ll see where this goes. We choose our weapon I hope.

Pokemon: Shadows of Orre

@Chev

I figured Missy just smells challenge. She a haughty little thing.

Pokemon: Shadows of Orre

@ChevSweet.

Pokemon: Shadows of Orre

A hiss stopped Sonja dead in her tracks. Missy was agitated and the air above her back was waving as she expelled heat. Odd, Missy rarely grew angry. Haughty, mischievous, and infuriating perhaps, but never really angry. Turning she saw another boy past Noel. A Larvitar was staring at them before turning back to what she assumed was it’s trainer. Missy tightened her grip ready to pounce but Sonja stopped her.

“No fights outside the gym or stadium, you know the rules,” she chastised. Missy ignored her for a second before calming herself down. She put her about in the air and breathed out a puff of sweet smelling smoke. She never took her eyes off the Larvitar though.

Pokemon: Shadows of Orre

@Chev

It’s cool. I can’t tell ya how many mistakes I make and don’t catch em.

Pokemon: Shadows of Orre

@AmpharosBoy

She’d be more compelled by guilt not to fight a child. Battling is a passion but a source of guilt so yeah.

Pokemon: Shadows of Orre

Lol you have a point, yeah never mind looking back, character wise Sonja won’t battle a kid.