10-17-2013, 07:15 PM
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“In this world, there is no one who does not suffer,” echoed mysterious words from across the void. The darkness made him tremble, the sheer emptiness plaguing his mind. He was not at peace like some who enter the darkness. He was very much burdened here. He’d seen hell and it was in humanity, and only now, through all he had done, did he realize those words were his own. No one was speaking for him. This was his experience.
He woke up, looked around, pondering what it was he had dreamt about. His sleep was interrupted as dampened light forced its way into his tent. The day had begun anew. So, on his travels he set foot, with violin in hand and tent on his back. The previous night had done him no justice. He had done a terrible thing. The people he had crossed would never trust him again, and so he was alone again. “… no one does not suffer,” slithered from his mouth, just grasping the thought again, but he ignored the ominous feeling and continued to walk.
Tobias. That was his name and the cursed bard was his shame.
It was what people called him when they saw the beast within. It was not his
choice, it was not his sin. Yet, slowly his worries consumed him grim, and he went
off to see the world again. Tobias ventured, Tobias hid. Tobias wanted to live
again. Through his travels, he heard many legends, and he sang of them to those
he met. He was at peace; he had had no relapses. Well, he hid them rather well
until yesterday at least. There it was again, those thoughts in his head, and
though he tried suppressing them they appeared yet again. This was dangerous,
he knew and he feared.
The madness was upon him.
“In this world, there is no one who does not suffer,” echoed mysterious words from across the void. The darkness made him tremble, the sheer emptiness plaguing his mind. He was not at peace like some who enter the darkness. He was very much burdened here. He’d seen hell and it was in humanity, and only now, through all he had done, did he realize those words were his own. No one was speaking for him. This was his experience.
He woke up, looked around, pondering what it was he had dreamt about. His sleep was interrupted as dampened light forced its way into his tent. The day had begun anew. So, on his travels he set foot, with violin in hand and tent on his back. The previous night had done him no justice. He had done a terrible thing. The people he had crossed would never trust him again, and so he was alone again. “… no one does not suffer,” slithered from his mouth, just grasping the thought again, but he ignored the ominous feeling and continued to walk.
Tobias. That was his name and the cursed bard was his shame.
It was what people called him when they saw the beast within. It was not his
choice, it was not his sin. Yet, slowly his worries consumed him grim, and he went
off to see the world again. Tobias ventured, Tobias hid. Tobias wanted to live
again. Through his travels, he heard many legends, and he sang of them to those
he met. He was at peace; he had had no relapses. Well, he hid them rather well
until yesterday at least. There it was again, those thoughts in his head, and
though he tried suppressing them they appeared yet again. This was dangerous,
he knew and he feared.
The madness was upon him.