The heat died off slow as the sun set on a desert of black sands. In a last-ditched effort to survive the night, the sun flared itself up, burning the horizon with a red glow. The silhouette of a man in some kind of desert garb loped on down the dunes toward the blaze of light; his entire being was tightly wrapped up in tan cloth, dark shaded goggles shielded his eyes, and leather boots trudged on through the blackened sand. It was a cold evening.
The air was frozen, so in order to blow, it first had to crack itself; and the wind snapped and howled constantly. Yet despite the slush of chilled revenants, that silhouette refused to bend or yield. He was tall and erect in his march, as though some stone pillar, immovable, slowly moving across the desert. But suddenly, he stopped moving. The sand before him violently boiled, and a small, bony creature crawled forth from the bubbling pit.
“What have you done?” A tortured moan escaped the shadowy thing as the sand beneath it returned to a more regular state. “This zone has died, blackened as if scorched. Where were you in its time of need?”
“Why are you always so dramatic?” The silhouette sighed. “Oh and by the way, I like this new form. It’s cute.”
“Cute,” gasped the shadow, “what?! Do you have even the slightest idea the dark feelings associated with black cats? I even turned my eyes red for the occasion.”
“They’re nice. Oh hey, are the glowing?” The silhouette bent forth to better observe.
“They are, thank you for noticing. Enough though, really now, where have you been? You vanished completely and you were gone for nearly a decade.”
“You know your master, my maker?”
“I met his makers’ makers. And they were bored. So they’d gathered a batch of us for a small fighting tournament.”
“So a small fighting tournament took eight years?” The cat was beginning to get skeptical.
“Of course not. What do you take me for? Has to be something to do with the transfers… I don’t know, I don’t really understand inter-dimensional travel magic.”
“Well, how’d you do?”
“I came out alright. But enough, what is it you want from me this time? What new quest must you send me on?”
“Ah, yes. My master has spoken. Jorgya is doomed and heroic intervention is required. He’s given me a prophecy for you. It reads ‘The hero shall be obvious, but nobody will expect it of him, or her.’” The silhouette then stepped over the cat and began to walk away.
“Alright then. I’ll find your hero for you.”
“Oh. Well, uh, right then. Remember, the unsuspected obvious.” The cat spoke out louder and louder, delving into an outright yell as the silhouette proceeded further and further away into the blinding redness. “He is to kill the corrupt king of Jorgya! Begin your search in the town on the edge of this desert! Ah…”
The silhouette continued walking on, but gave a vague hand signal to let the cat know he’d heard him. The cat sighed and sank himself back into the darkness, relinquishing a thought before disappearing completely.
“Old anthropomorph. You’ve lived so long viewing only the stagnation of life. You’ve forgotten the difference that eight years can bring. Perhaps when next we meet, I shall finally ask if it is truly death you desire?”
Those red eyes vanished into the sand, shedding a single sympathetic wane for the tired immortal. The silhouette did not notice and did not care. As the sun too sank into the horizon, the red of the sky became purple, turning blue. The silhouette became more visible, further revealing the man in desert garb. He came and stopped upon a large slope rolling down, the black sand slowly diluting into dry, but colorful vegetation. But more than that, society lay in wait under the descent; it was a relatively small city, consisting of small metal buildings, wooden housing, and oddly enough, a few sparse towers. Here and there, little lighted windows dotted the growing night as the stars in the sky began joining in on the act.
“Hmm,” pondered the man in desert garb, “a place to stay.”
And thus he was away, his being now stained dark blue in place of the black it had been from the enormous shadow he cast.
“Oh. And I need to begin.”
This post has been edited by Moddy Auld: 26 January 2011 - 10:47 PM