:]Hiol[:
(Key)
Intro
Bright, beyond what is perceived to be of normal over-luminance for any single being to withstand, showed itself into the open doorways of the eyes of a new born man. He gasped for air as he plunged forward into the staggering light of life, out of the shell from which he so long existed within. His weak legs failed to support him, thus he met his first acquaintance in the new world, apart from the tormenting sun, the ground.
Shielding his eyes and cowering under the star's powerful beams, he crawled forward in search of something - anything, any matter of existence to help him make sense of himself and his being. Seemingly with no apparent luck, he decided to stop and try to stand once more. Slowly, he brought himself up; with great determination and newfound strength, he rose from the ground in an effort to insult gravity.
And with that newfound vitality was born a certain pleasure, that is, to accomplish. In hopes of such feelings of success finding their way to him once more, he slowly opened his eyes. Instantly he was met with the teeth of the sun biting at his corneas. Screaming, he gripped at his face in anguish, shutting his eyes as tears of salt rolled down his cheeks. He waited a few moments only to once again be met with the same distastful experience.
The next emotions he felt unsettled him and caused him to feel an irrational loathing for the sun. That of anger and hate. These new sensations put a step in his foot as he began to pace, frustrated. Soon, before he knew it, another emotion seeped into his mind from the void. That is of fear. It came like a parasite seeking a new host to corrupt. For a short while it held his heart still, all the while pouring in despair, desolation and pure madness. He began to cry as he stumbled over from loss of confidence, falling once more to the ground.
He stopped crying and screamed as loud as he could manage. He hadn't noticed it before, but all was entirely quiet up until that point. He shocked himself by the sheer volume of his screech. This, for some reason, drove the fear out of his body. With fear gone, anger once again found it's place in his head. That anger, after a few moments, evolved and turned into determination to begin the cycle anew.
He screamed, but not because he was afraid, but because he wanted to be strong, he wanted to be alive. As he screamed he forced his eyes open. Streaks of pain painted themselves deep within his eyes. Still he pressured on and on. White soon changed itself, bringing about a new spectrum of color. And then, low behold, the world stood before him, welcoming him.
Upwards the sky was clear save a few white puffs of clouds. Stars were visible through the thick atmosphere, blinking and twinkling at him. The sun, he felt, was laying on his back - and he so decided to keep it there for now.
He took his eyes off the beautiful wonders above to note his surroundings. What he saw confused him. He stood amongst a thousand or so stone orifices, shaped like giant ovals. Enormous statue-like hands held each oval upright on the ground. Holding his own hand out in front of him, he mimicked the position the statues so righteously portrayed.
As his gaze followed from his hand to his body to his feet, he noticed the earth below him.. The ground had cracks in it, forming perfectly patterned lines. He slowly turned around, minding the sun. Before him was one of the giant ovals, burst open. Dislodged rock lay all over the ground, covered in a thick fluid. A horrible smell punctured his sensory equilibrium, breaking the peace he had temporarily found.
He dare not approach, for a sense of foreboding crossed his conscious. Instead, he turned around and ran, unsure of his abilities at first before giving way to a full sprint. Passing many of the giant ovals, he reached what appeared to be the end of the world. As he got closer to the edge he realized the ground formed small foots-length tiers. Slowly he walked down, step by step, towards the contrasting landscape below, where giant swinging behemoths swayed and whispered their stories with the winds' passing breaths.
Chapter 1
So many sites to be observed; interesting details any normal person would and could easily overlook. The smells, sounds, tastes of the land intrigued the man. Being born not even a day ago, the world was a new place to him. A strange new place. A strange place with strange things in it, things to be looked at and praised for beauty. He was easily fascinated by the most simple of things; from the rapid flapping of the butterflies' wings to the gentle swaying of the jagged leaves covering the mighty trees. Such an alien place, as if it were a dream; a lost dream. Ironically, this was not and remains not so.
Easily maneuvering through the lush landscape, a sense of belonging suddenly filled him. He felt as if he were meant to be here. He felt as if he had been here once ago in a life long past - perhaps then it was a dream. Perhaps then he would forget soon later as if none of it had ever even taken place. But how could it be a dream? Scarcely could he remember his dreams from before. Blurs of colors and movements. One thing he could not recall was such an explicit sense of smell. Had he ever really smelled something in his dream before?
He walked to one of the many large, thick trees and placed his palm on the bark. The very edges were rough, but had canals running vertically that were hollow and smooth. He admired these intricate grooves and wavy lines. A strange humming seemed to emanate from the tree. He made the same noise in reply, as if to sing back. If it were a dream, he might as well enjoy it.
From above the sound of shrieking birds snapped him out of his fixation. He looked up to see a pair of blue birds with long green feathery tails perched on a branch high above. For some odd reason, he was unafraid. He had already seen the birds flying high above the sky and thought nothing of them. This however was much different.
He took his hand off the tree and walked in the direction of the birds, never taking his eyes off them. He squinted, as if he may gain some hidden meaning to their existence. As he got closer and closer, his mind began to turn in irregular ways - twisting the reality before him. He began to feel a poking existence in the back of his head, first subtle but gained in weight as he drew closer. By the time he was directly standing under the branch, he was entirely transfixed. The minds of the two birds sang into his own, intertwining a chorus of mesmerizing sounds.
The birds jumped from the tree and landed on a nearby flattened boulder. As he followed them with his unwavering stare, he noticed that the same blue birds were now entirely surrounding him; perched everywhere, watching. Waiting. Enticing.
Moving closer to the birds perched on the boulder, a steady boomimng noise in the song shook his mind. The closer he got, the louder and stronger the boom.
Reaching his hand out, the larger of the two birds replied by tipping its beak outwards. Slowly they became closer and closer, the booming almost unbearable - ready to make him collapse under the force.
In one small, very intimate moment, they touched. His body instantly gave up and lost control. He went limp, a mix of pain, energy and ecstacy flowing through his body simultaneously. He could no longer tell where he was, for all around him had turned into a racing whirlwind of spectacular colors, scents, sounds! He found much more than just this sensory orgasm as well, knowledge infused into the song found its way into his empty head as well. A million concepts filling in, giving meaning to his breaths. Amazing things like language, mathematics, science and history bound themselves to his open mind. With all of these tools came an even greater understanding of life, an understanding so deep he had no idea what to think of or why.
Of all the things forcing their way into him, it seemed there were still holes missing. His identity and purpose for being eluded him.
Suddenly his flow of comprehensive power ceased and was thus followed by an intense plethora of rich history about lands, wars, peoples, stories. Beautiful places with mountains, rivers, forests, everything. These images and thoughts were so powerful he began to stream tears involuntarily. The beauty of true nature showed itself - all the animals, peoples, wonders of the world.
Just as abruptly as before, this phase ceased as well. Next, he found himself looking through the eyes of thousands of people all at once. Their lives cast open before him. The pains and grievances of life accompanied the joys and wonders, circling each other in a balance. He understood jealousy, hate, greed, anger, lust, and gluttony; understanding morals and the dangers these feelings and sins could cause. He also understood love, happiness, kindness - the brighter side of the story just being told.
And with this fully transformed mind of his, the ritual came to a stop. The colorful whirlwind, which appeared to have been seen through his own eyes, vanished for it was only in his mind. Opening his eyes, he saw the beautiful the stars above, some blocked out by the gigantic trees. He was laying spread-eagle on the soft ground, upon a bed of moss.
He opened his eyes and frowned. He entirely understood the world and all of its people; all of its conflict and history, however he could not identify the place in which he currently remained. These woods around him as well, familiar as they seemed, did not place in any of the geographical locations he had just previously encountered.
He began to stand up, realizing that the patterns on his skin weren't actually pigmentation sequences, but rather runes inscribed onto his body in a language unknown to him.
Slowly he made it to his feet, still dizzy. All around him the birds continued to watch. He turned around to face the bird he touched with. It nodded its head to him, a warm bell rang in his head. He felt a loving compassion for the bird, profound and complete.
A strange desire appeared in his head. It hovered around for a while before slowly moving down to his throat, vibrating with warmth. It was a strange feeling, in fact a very urgent feeling. He decided to give in to it, and spoke for the first time:
"Who are you?"
The bird spread its wings and screeched into the silence. As if commanded, all the other birds jumped from their places of resting and flew into the sky, joining into a massive cyclone whirling about above. They flew like this together for a moment before moving as one single body and converging onto one single spot on the ground. The bird on the boulder joined the mass and was quickly lost from sight.
Slowly the silhoutte of a giant appeared amongst the flock. It built upwards, each bird adding to the size. After a few seconds, every bird had found its place. They left behind a single man, much taller and thicker than any mortal. His muscles were well chisled, complimented by a hard but loving face. He wore nothing but a blue skirt trimmed with gold. All over his body was printed similar runes the man had seen before. However, they glowed with a bright energetic light before dying out and disappearing.
The giant stepped forward and smiled. With a deep and commanding voice, he said "I am Piotus, God of the Living." He raised his heavy arm and gestured about him. "This is my realm, the Domain of Light. We exist apart from the mortals here, where time passes as we command it to."
Awed to be in the presence of such a figure, the man bowed his head. He looked up for a moment to meet the eyes of the giant before asking another question. "What do you want of me?"
The god roared with laughter. Surrounding trees shook under the force. "A worthy question! You are my son of course! You are the very first of my sons and daughters yet to be born. You are are to be the wisest and strongest of them all, and therefore you are to be the one who will lead them and guide them. All will come in time, we have much learning to do here." Piotus smiled.
The man did not know what to say, he simply looked down. He felt uneasy about the future, for it all seemed so clouded to him. As if realizing what he was going through, Piotus stepped forward and touched his finger to the man's chest. The black runes covering his body instantly began to glow with an intense phosphous-blue.
Then, Piotus spoke, "You are Hiol, son of Piotus, Arch Lightbringer, immortal who walks among men, protector of all that is Living, spreader of Light and hope, Forerunner of the Battle." When he finished speaking, lightning crackled across the sky. It spread until it met at one point, building in size until it erupted and fired downward. The lightning found its way to Piotus and transfused through-out his body. It sparked and sputtered around him for a moment, then jumped through his arm and into the man. The bands of electricity jumped and danced about his body, finding their way into the runes on his skin.
Piotus smiled and said, "Now come, there is much to learn."
"Wait," said the man, "You said I am Hiol. What does this mean?"
"Your name. You cannot be sealed without a name. All of that which I said to you is now bound by the runes written across your body. This is called a Seal. It defines who a person is and their purpose during their time of existance. Everyone has one. However, this is a lesson to be taught at a different time. Right now, we will celebrate the birth of my first son. Come."
Piotus turned and began to walk away, clearly pleased with himself.
"Wait," said the man. Piotus looked over his shoulder and gave an interrogative glance. "What did you say my name was?" Piotus smiled.
"You are Hiol."
The man nodded and looked down. The footsteps of the god began again and carried into the distance. For a while the man stood looking at his feet. The runes covering his body were no longer there. Suddenly, he felt what he had been missing before: purpose. A sense of being.
"Hiol," he said to himself before smiling.
More coming soon...
(Key)
Intro
Bright, beyond what is perceived to be of normal over-luminance for any single being to withstand, showed itself into the open doorways of the eyes of a new born man. He gasped for air as he plunged forward into the staggering light of life, out of the shell from which he so long existed within. His weak legs failed to support him, thus he met his first acquaintance in the new world, apart from the tormenting sun, the ground.
Shielding his eyes and cowering under the star's powerful beams, he crawled forward in search of something - anything, any matter of existence to help him make sense of himself and his being. Seemingly with no apparent luck, he decided to stop and try to stand once more. Slowly, he brought himself up; with great determination and newfound strength, he rose from the ground in an effort to insult gravity.
And with that newfound vitality was born a certain pleasure, that is, to accomplish. In hopes of such feelings of success finding their way to him once more, he slowly opened his eyes. Instantly he was met with the teeth of the sun biting at his corneas. Screaming, he gripped at his face in anguish, shutting his eyes as tears of salt rolled down his cheeks. He waited a few moments only to once again be met with the same distastful experience.
The next emotions he felt unsettled him and caused him to feel an irrational loathing for the sun. That of anger and hate. These new sensations put a step in his foot as he began to pace, frustrated. Soon, before he knew it, another emotion seeped into his mind from the void. That is of fear. It came like a parasite seeking a new host to corrupt. For a short while it held his heart still, all the while pouring in despair, desolation and pure madness. He began to cry as he stumbled over from loss of confidence, falling once more to the ground.
He stopped crying and screamed as loud as he could manage. He hadn't noticed it before, but all was entirely quiet up until that point. He shocked himself by the sheer volume of his screech. This, for some reason, drove the fear out of his body. With fear gone, anger once again found it's place in his head. That anger, after a few moments, evolved and turned into determination to begin the cycle anew.
He screamed, but not because he was afraid, but because he wanted to be strong, he wanted to be alive. As he screamed he forced his eyes open. Streaks of pain painted themselves deep within his eyes. Still he pressured on and on. White soon changed itself, bringing about a new spectrum of color. And then, low behold, the world stood before him, welcoming him.
Upwards the sky was clear save a few white puffs of clouds. Stars were visible through the thick atmosphere, blinking and twinkling at him. The sun, he felt, was laying on his back - and he so decided to keep it there for now.
He took his eyes off the beautiful wonders above to note his surroundings. What he saw confused him. He stood amongst a thousand or so stone orifices, shaped like giant ovals. Enormous statue-like hands held each oval upright on the ground. Holding his own hand out in front of him, he mimicked the position the statues so righteously portrayed.
As his gaze followed from his hand to his body to his feet, he noticed the earth below him.. The ground had cracks in it, forming perfectly patterned lines. He slowly turned around, minding the sun. Before him was one of the giant ovals, burst open. Dislodged rock lay all over the ground, covered in a thick fluid. A horrible smell punctured his sensory equilibrium, breaking the peace he had temporarily found.
He dare not approach, for a sense of foreboding crossed his conscious. Instead, he turned around and ran, unsure of his abilities at first before giving way to a full sprint. Passing many of the giant ovals, he reached what appeared to be the end of the world. As he got closer to the edge he realized the ground formed small foots-length tiers. Slowly he walked down, step by step, towards the contrasting landscape below, where giant swinging behemoths swayed and whispered their stories with the winds' passing breaths.
Chapter 1
So many sites to be observed; interesting details any normal person would and could easily overlook. The smells, sounds, tastes of the land intrigued the man. Being born not even a day ago, the world was a new place to him. A strange new place. A strange place with strange things in it, things to be looked at and praised for beauty. He was easily fascinated by the most simple of things; from the rapid flapping of the butterflies' wings to the gentle swaying of the jagged leaves covering the mighty trees. Such an alien place, as if it were a dream; a lost dream. Ironically, this was not and remains not so.
Easily maneuvering through the lush landscape, a sense of belonging suddenly filled him. He felt as if he were meant to be here. He felt as if he had been here once ago in a life long past - perhaps then it was a dream. Perhaps then he would forget soon later as if none of it had ever even taken place. But how could it be a dream? Scarcely could he remember his dreams from before. Blurs of colors and movements. One thing he could not recall was such an explicit sense of smell. Had he ever really smelled something in his dream before?
He walked to one of the many large, thick trees and placed his palm on the bark. The very edges were rough, but had canals running vertically that were hollow and smooth. He admired these intricate grooves and wavy lines. A strange humming seemed to emanate from the tree. He made the same noise in reply, as if to sing back. If it were a dream, he might as well enjoy it.
From above the sound of shrieking birds snapped him out of his fixation. He looked up to see a pair of blue birds with long green feathery tails perched on a branch high above. For some odd reason, he was unafraid. He had already seen the birds flying high above the sky and thought nothing of them. This however was much different.
He took his hand off the tree and walked in the direction of the birds, never taking his eyes off them. He squinted, as if he may gain some hidden meaning to their existence. As he got closer and closer, his mind began to turn in irregular ways - twisting the reality before him. He began to feel a poking existence in the back of his head, first subtle but gained in weight as he drew closer. By the time he was directly standing under the branch, he was entirely transfixed. The minds of the two birds sang into his own, intertwining a chorus of mesmerizing sounds.
The birds jumped from the tree and landed on a nearby flattened boulder. As he followed them with his unwavering stare, he noticed that the same blue birds were now entirely surrounding him; perched everywhere, watching. Waiting. Enticing.
Moving closer to the birds perched on the boulder, a steady boomimng noise in the song shook his mind. The closer he got, the louder and stronger the boom.
Reaching his hand out, the larger of the two birds replied by tipping its beak outwards. Slowly they became closer and closer, the booming almost unbearable - ready to make him collapse under the force.
In one small, very intimate moment, they touched. His body instantly gave up and lost control. He went limp, a mix of pain, energy and ecstacy flowing through his body simultaneously. He could no longer tell where he was, for all around him had turned into a racing whirlwind of spectacular colors, scents, sounds! He found much more than just this sensory orgasm as well, knowledge infused into the song found its way into his empty head as well. A million concepts filling in, giving meaning to his breaths. Amazing things like language, mathematics, science and history bound themselves to his open mind. With all of these tools came an even greater understanding of life, an understanding so deep he had no idea what to think of or why.
Of all the things forcing their way into him, it seemed there were still holes missing. His identity and purpose for being eluded him.
Suddenly his flow of comprehensive power ceased and was thus followed by an intense plethora of rich history about lands, wars, peoples, stories. Beautiful places with mountains, rivers, forests, everything. These images and thoughts were so powerful he began to stream tears involuntarily. The beauty of true nature showed itself - all the animals, peoples, wonders of the world.
Just as abruptly as before, this phase ceased as well. Next, he found himself looking through the eyes of thousands of people all at once. Their lives cast open before him. The pains and grievances of life accompanied the joys and wonders, circling each other in a balance. He understood jealousy, hate, greed, anger, lust, and gluttony; understanding morals and the dangers these feelings and sins could cause. He also understood love, happiness, kindness - the brighter side of the story just being told.
And with this fully transformed mind of his, the ritual came to a stop. The colorful whirlwind, which appeared to have been seen through his own eyes, vanished for it was only in his mind. Opening his eyes, he saw the beautiful the stars above, some blocked out by the gigantic trees. He was laying spread-eagle on the soft ground, upon a bed of moss.
He opened his eyes and frowned. He entirely understood the world and all of its people; all of its conflict and history, however he could not identify the place in which he currently remained. These woods around him as well, familiar as they seemed, did not place in any of the geographical locations he had just previously encountered.
He began to stand up, realizing that the patterns on his skin weren't actually pigmentation sequences, but rather runes inscribed onto his body in a language unknown to him.
Slowly he made it to his feet, still dizzy. All around him the birds continued to watch. He turned around to face the bird he touched with. It nodded its head to him, a warm bell rang in his head. He felt a loving compassion for the bird, profound and complete.
A strange desire appeared in his head. It hovered around for a while before slowly moving down to his throat, vibrating with warmth. It was a strange feeling, in fact a very urgent feeling. He decided to give in to it, and spoke for the first time:
"Who are you?"
The bird spread its wings and screeched into the silence. As if commanded, all the other birds jumped from their places of resting and flew into the sky, joining into a massive cyclone whirling about above. They flew like this together for a moment before moving as one single body and converging onto one single spot on the ground. The bird on the boulder joined the mass and was quickly lost from sight.
Slowly the silhoutte of a giant appeared amongst the flock. It built upwards, each bird adding to the size. After a few seconds, every bird had found its place. They left behind a single man, much taller and thicker than any mortal. His muscles were well chisled, complimented by a hard but loving face. He wore nothing but a blue skirt trimmed with gold. All over his body was printed similar runes the man had seen before. However, they glowed with a bright energetic light before dying out and disappearing.
The giant stepped forward and smiled. With a deep and commanding voice, he said "I am Piotus, God of the Living." He raised his heavy arm and gestured about him. "This is my realm, the Domain of Light. We exist apart from the mortals here, where time passes as we command it to."
Awed to be in the presence of such a figure, the man bowed his head. He looked up for a moment to meet the eyes of the giant before asking another question. "What do you want of me?"
The god roared with laughter. Surrounding trees shook under the force. "A worthy question! You are my son of course! You are the very first of my sons and daughters yet to be born. You are are to be the wisest and strongest of them all, and therefore you are to be the one who will lead them and guide them. All will come in time, we have much learning to do here." Piotus smiled.
The man did not know what to say, he simply looked down. He felt uneasy about the future, for it all seemed so clouded to him. As if realizing what he was going through, Piotus stepped forward and touched his finger to the man's chest. The black runes covering his body instantly began to glow with an intense phosphous-blue.
Then, Piotus spoke, "You are Hiol, son of Piotus, Arch Lightbringer, immortal who walks among men, protector of all that is Living, spreader of Light and hope, Forerunner of the Battle." When he finished speaking, lightning crackled across the sky. It spread until it met at one point, building in size until it erupted and fired downward. The lightning found its way to Piotus and transfused through-out his body. It sparked and sputtered around him for a moment, then jumped through his arm and into the man. The bands of electricity jumped and danced about his body, finding their way into the runes on his skin.
Piotus smiled and said, "Now come, there is much to learn."
"Wait," said the man, "You said I am Hiol. What does this mean?"
"Your name. You cannot be sealed without a name. All of that which I said to you is now bound by the runes written across your body. This is called a Seal. It defines who a person is and their purpose during their time of existance. Everyone has one. However, this is a lesson to be taught at a different time. Right now, we will celebrate the birth of my first son. Come."
Piotus turned and began to walk away, clearly pleased with himself.
"Wait," said the man. Piotus looked over his shoulder and gave an interrogative glance. "What did you say my name was?" Piotus smiled.
"You are Hiol."
The man nodded and looked down. The footsteps of the god began again and carried into the distance. For a while the man stood looking at his feet. The runes covering his body were no longer there. Suddenly, he felt what he had been missing before: purpose. A sense of being.
"Hiol," he said to himself before smiling.
More coming soon...
Last edited by Key on Sat Jan 14, 2012 5:12 am, edited 1 time in total.
I love how vivid of a picture you paint in my head with your words. Can't wait for more!
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