Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170301124403/@comment-26517142-20170824072214

(Ah. Good one.)

Jeiel froze. The messenger was there, placing a calm hand to inspect the Jeiel of the past –a Jeiel that had yet to experience – the horrors of what he is experiencing now. At this, his shaky fingers close into a fist that attempts to punch the messenger away.

“GET AWAY FROM HIM!!!”

Only to find his vision doubled – and his punch completely missing. Jeiel trips and falls on his face, distraught. He continues to hear the girl with the long hair’s laughter leaving a chilling echo in his ear. He grips at the snow he had fallen.

“Elona…”

He stared at the girl with passionate eyes. “She was….a girl I met when I came to Argel. That day.. when I lost the Paths after the battle with Alcamarie.”

In his head, repressed visions of a fight between Jeiel and a tentacle horror messed with him. He slowly stumbles into a stand. “She came and without a word, threw a snowball on my face… she  made me bolt to my feet in spite of my sadness….. and then…”

“……she told me she knew who I was and what I was supposed to do.”

Jeiel watched the girl, frozen in time, shaking. “She told me that if I were driven into a corner… I should not hesitate to fight for what I thought was right. That I shouldn’t stay distraught, or the Paths will never forgive me. That day…… she told me….that I ever came back to Argel, I would visit her. But ever since… she disappeared.”

Jeiel bit his lip.

“You….. you’re lying.”