Snippet #1540571

Dreams.

Frenzied activity in a drowsing body, gateway to worlds of vividest imagination - places where everyone has suffered and exulted.
Pathways for the gods.

Imagine you're stood upon a small disc of stone balanced precariously on a tall spike of stone jutting hundreds of feet above the earth. In a rough circle on the edge of vision stand ten gigantic mountains, blurred by distance and the frenzied activity of the snow that would rest upon them if for a moment the tumultuous winds would subside. You look up and see vast black clouds, straining to burst and crashing against each other to the deafening sound of thunder. Lightning arcs from them to smash against the swirling sands of the desert far beneath your precarious perch, and the air tastes ever so slightly of tin. Overcome by incredible vertigo, you mis-step, and the platform wobbles. Your stomach flips over and your breath sticks in your throat. You sway in the suddenly violent winds and pouring rain, fighting against gravity and the elements while your body protests. In the sworls of the violent sky you glimpse what look like vast glittering eyes, and suddenly you're falling, your lungs filling with ice cold air as you scream and the earth comes up to meet you.

Awake with a start.

Damien shot up into a sitting position from where he had been lying. Panting with the shock of such a vivid dream, he knew it had been his godess. Simply put, should he fall then she wouldn't catch him. And oddly the feeling that now was the time to get ready for the next trial was felt through every part of his body, a tingling sensation similar to the buildup of-
A sound like a whip crack hung in the air for a moment before Damien's own curses. His right hand was stung, and the faint crackle of static surrounded him as he got dressed - pulling on a sleeveless shirt, some worn jeans and a threadbare jacket which was more to hide the knife he strapped to the left side of his chest than anything else.

Before leaving his humble abode, he grabbed a quick bite to eat and slung his new metal staff over his shoulders, it's weight reassuring against the uncertainty of the day ahead. It being early yet, he made to walk to the meeting spot - thinking that it'd be faster than driving for a few weeks now anyway, what with the bridge destroyed the streets were likely to be literally packed with motorists.