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May 9, 2009 0:05:10 GMT -5
Post by sacredrapture on May 9, 2009 0:05:10 GMT -5
Myzrael heard Johnny say how we would all meet after 2 days. He thought that sufficient time. To do what? He wasnt so sure himself.
He watched as all of them walked in their own separate directions. He looked at Arqus last, saw his last fleeting glance as his back turned. Myzrael smiled. He would have what he wanted.
He took flight.
'He always did' He thought.
***
Myzrael flew around the city. He kept going, and going, til he reached the outskirts. Surprisingly, there was a small patch of forest right at the city limits. Its verdant green foliage made a stark difference to the gloominess of the city. He started going lower and lower, through the canopy, and landed on a stump in a clearing.
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May 9, 2009 8:45:32 GMT -5
Post by sacredrapture on May 9, 2009 8:45:32 GMT -5
It was quiet here.Not a creature stirred. Myzrael wasnt even sure if there were any. There was a small brook nearby, water flowing silently. Stones formed a small waterfall near the brook, water cascading over the rocks.
It was all so serene. Myzrael stepped off the stump and lay on the grass. It was soft, and quite comfortable. He closed his eyes.
'All of these things happening now.. Are they all meant to be?' He thought. He frowned a bit. It was sometimes quite bothersome that he did not understand why some things occur. Such doubt did not exist within him before, as all was revealed to him while he basked in the Almighty's light.
He opened his eyes and rolled to the side. He started playing with a blade of grass. Something else bothered him. The word rolled off his lips, more of a sigh than a whisper, more of longing than detriment.
'Arqus..'
He thought of Arqus, that silly being that came to join their motley crew just recently. He didnt know why, but emotions were stirred up within him that were not present since such a time he was fraternizing with humans long ago. Such a long long time ago.
He was hurt, frankly speaking. He pouted. He only played a small prank, and all of a sudden he was hated. But he was not wrong in his sensing Arqus liked him back. Myzrael prided himself on being an empath, but usually let his emotions cloud what he really reads from people.
He put both his hands behind his head, and lay on his back.
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May 10, 2009 23:04:12 GMT -5
Post by sacredrapture on May 10, 2009 23:04:12 GMT -5
He stared at the sky. The moon had all but vanished, leaving streaks of sunkissed clouds in its wake. The morning sun peeked over the tops of the high trees, shining their rays upon Myzrael. He took it all in. The warmth felt good on his skin. The sun hit the water, causing the surface to shine and reflect colors upon the rock waterfall facade. It was beautiful, the entire sight.
Myzrael sat up, and crossed his legs. He reached into his pockets, and pulled out the white feather, one of the items that was with him when he first reached the city. He was unsure if it came from a different angel or if it was the only remaining feather of his that wasnt turned into the obsidian sheen his current ones bore.
It brought back memories..
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Young Myzrael hit the ground, hard. He rubbed a spot of dirt off his face, and stood. Mastema stood a few feet away, his hand still outstretched because of the strike.
'Myzrael, how can you smite down threats to the Highfather when you cannot even manage to harm me at all?' he asked serenely.
An ice sword suddenly shimmered into existence in Myzrael's right hand. Gripping it with both his hands, he leapt at Mastema, aiming for the head. Mastema raised his left arm in front of his face, and his arm guard deflected the attack and spread the force evenly. He pushed back, and Myzrael fell again.
Mastema laughed. 'How do you expect to be Seraphim that way, Myzrael? I was told you aspire to have the 6 wings' he said, his own shining in the sun.
'Yes Mastema!' Myzrael said animatedly. He stood up, and gazed in awe at the angel that was his teacher. A powerful Seraphim, the strongest of all the angels.
'Then try again. And dont hold back!' Mastema said, with a smile.
***
Myzrael looked up at the sun. It was early morning, and already the sun had recharged his energy partially. He pocketed the white feather again. It brought back too many memories.
He suddenly felt alone.
Myzrael became sad. He realized he didnt really have anyone to relate to in the city. Perhaps that was also partly the reason why he wanted to become closer with Arqus, to have a companion.
To join him.
To support him.
To love him.
The small red gem in his pocket glowed dimly.
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May 17, 2009 13:16:57 GMT -5
Post by citizenmike on May 17, 2009 13:16:57 GMT -5
I really like where you're taking Myzrael's relationship with Arqus. His apparent lonesomeness adds a really interesting depth to his character, even more so when you add glimpses of his past. We're seeing a very different Myzrael here and I very much like that. Kudos!
Story: 5/5 Flow: 5/5 Spelling/Grammar: 5/5 Character Development: 5/5 Survivor Stories Bonus: 20 Awakening Bonus(I never graded it):20 Total: 60
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