1 Blueshift Dreams. Thu Feb 21, 2019 2:12 pm
Xιon
D-rank
'Xion, what is the color of the universe?
Trees swathed the clearing in an umbra. Delta's heard running off the Naka River in the distance, before it rekindled near the ravine closest to the the old Uchiha settlement.Among the cries of owl and ravens, could be heard the mowing of a blade against bark. Whetting and honing the refined edge, and scarring the oaks. Xion approached the tree where his scythe had been flung, and removed it swiftly. In his peripheral, just above him, he could see the glistering bouquet of stars that always filled the sky. That metaphorical dark sea of silver stars.
'So long ago, Xion, the Uchiha walked this same forest. They held eyes inherited from ancient, otherworldy beings.'
"So we've all been told." Xion said in a thin voice. Under the moonlight, he could almost swear that he,or in better words, this different version of him,was actually there. But after experiencing these voices for so long, he knew better.
'And some how, they destroyed everything for themselves. Now all that is left for them is a dark pit, an abyss. It is hell. Look around: An ethereal shadow is cast before them, ghastly. But not as unusual as the creature that cast it. Don't forget that.'
Xion's lips parted as he sighed. He'd come realize that is words were but a reflection of His innermost thoughts. Though if he were to say that aloud, He would insist that he has his own sentience. Perhaps it was not his conscious,or a demon. Maybe it was something in-between. This tulpa of his' was capable of being anywhere, so long as he was conscious. He seemed to defy physics and logic. One moment he could be standing right beside him, and in less than a breath, he'd be suspended in the air. Looking down at him with eyes that seemed to be void of any humanity.
He dragged the scythe by it's beard, doing his best to ignore his other self, staring off into the sky. After the never ending lights of the village, Xion always wondered how he seemed to underestimate the utter blackness of nighttime in the woods. In his mind the trees would be black trunks against a bluish charcoal sky, the path would become deepest brown and the moonlight would bleach the stones within it. Hadn't every painting of woods at night been like that? Even if there was a moon tonight its silvery rays would not penetrate the dense canopy above. He was in too far in to turn back, the twilight he had mistaken for night had passed rapidly. It could be no blacker in a coffin, six feet under and piled with dirt. The air was always so cool here. When he was younger it felt as if the darkness was pressing in on him. in on him from all sides and his body screamed for him to run. Only now, does he reach out the trees, letting their cool bark soothe his own spirit
"Don't you think it's odd how tree's stretch towards a light they can't see?" He asked his other self. He turned to find him gone. Typical he vanishes as soon as he appears. Only showing himself when he feels most vulnerable, or lonely.
Frustrated, Xion gathers all his might and thrust the scythe into the darkness ahead. Only more irritated now, because he realizes he must retrieve it.
Xion negotiates the tap roots that litter the ground. The paths that were illuminated just hours before become lost in a blackness that even moonlight cannot help. The trees that are magnificent in sunshine, tower over Xion as he steps across the borderline between the seen and unseen. The air is several degrees cooler and soon he begins to shiver. On his frequent stops, Xion listens for signs of life around him, but there come none. Back in the village, such a silence would be tranquil, but out here it is more like the quiet of the graveyard.
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