Furious cumulonimbus filled the unnatural sky with streaks of incandescent purples, reds and whites. Thunder rolled in one unending rumble, declaring the storms anger to any who could (or would) listen. An oddly lilac coloured sea was driven by the storm raging above it, forcing a repeated assault on the narrow stretch of green, crystal like sand that formed the oceans shore. The shoreline metaphorically mocked the impotent waves as they crashed endlessly, trying desperately to increase their reach out of their natural domain. Cyclopean cliffs of a strange red stone stretched to such a momentous height that the top was lost in the clouds. The cliffs spanned seemingly endlessly towards either horizon. The cliffs and ocean bordered almost parallel on either side of the thin stretch of beach with no natural curvature of shore or cliff.
This world was ordered chaos.
A stone statue sat cross-legged on a small stone platform on the shore as the storm raged around it, a lone point of tranquillity in a realm of unbridled anger. The eyes appeared closed gently, not forced shut tightly, as if in a light sleep. His fingertips placed together on his lap forming circles in a traditional meditative position. An invisible chakra aura evaporated the raging seas spray as is spit venom towards the tranquil statue placed just out of its wrathful reach.
“How long we have waited… Yang… We are done waiting!”
The throat that spoke the words materialised as the words themselves formed in the air (classic chicken/egg), the neck, spine and skeletal system quickly followed, as a new circulatory system crept like blood-worms through the quickly forming body.
“We want to breath… to run… to fight… to fuck… We want to move Yang! We want to fucking move!”
Muscle wrapped bone, blood pumped through new veins and organs, wild eyes filled empty sockets and skin spread like a cancer across exposed flesh. A porcelain white male now stood, unashamed in his nakedness, stepping angrily towards the statue and slamming his newly formed fist against the wall of invisible force surrounding the statue and apparent source, or at least current target of the man’s frustration.
A single word echoed through the air of this place, this world between worlds. It carried on the gentle breeze beneath the raging storm and surging winds… it whispered above the rolling thunder…
“…Patience…”
The word rocked the man as if struck with a physical blow, he gnashed his teeth in animalistic rage before leaping back at the statue, raining blows against the unrelenting barrier surrounding it.
“NO! We have been patient Yang! FUCK PATIENCE! We have wasted too much time with patience…”
A whisper on the breeze once more twisted through the storm.
“…Time is an illusion…”
The man’s rage began to subside as he lent his hands across the unseen force, head slacking as if in defeat.
“Not it isn’t… We want to be free… free of this prison?”
He spread his fingers across the surface of the invisible shell, furious eyes framed by a face filled with despair stared at the perpetually closed eyes of the statue.
The voice on the wind on the other hand, resonated a tone of mirth, a total contradiction to the despair shown by the man.
“…Very soon…”
The man let out a bitter laugh as he put more weight on the barrier, simultaneously taking the strain off of his own new feet.
“Ha! We said time is an illusion, how is ‘very soon’ even a thing in this place Yang? When is soon? Time is no illusion to us! WHEN IS SOON!”
He slammed his fists down onto the field surrounding the statue again, still with no apparent effect other than to sting his hands. But there was an effect, the statue’s left hand whipped out at lightning speed, passed unrestrained through the barrier and clasped around the man’s wrist in an ironic stone like grip.
The statues eyes opened slowly as the maelstrom and surging waves calmed in an instant, the wind whispered voice sounded like it had a smile as it rippled through the now calm atmosphere.
“…Now Yin…”
I red chakra seal formed simultaneously on each of their respective foreheads, resembling pursed lips though spreading out like a poisons web. A grin came over the man’s face as the limited world around them literally fractured away from the pair into non-reality until, rapidly, only the void remained.
“Finally…”
The God-Queen of the deep waters floated majestically through the air as if it was water around the prostrate man’s long term hospital bed. They were within the stone walls of the Myakashi medical facility hidden in the mountains on the outskirts of the country of fire, normally an almost impenetrable and secret facility. But the God-Queen could always know where her champion was if she merely willed it, no mere walls could keep her away if she so desired it.
A tear rolled down her cheek as she looked over her champion. His once strong arms now lay atrophied upon cushions beside his deathly still body, wires, cords and tubes connecting him to the peanut gallery of sophisticated medical machines monitoring closely his ‘signs of life’. Tape held cotton over his closed eyes, breathing tubes and feeding tubes both filled and obscured his mouth and nose. Queen lent forward, her face stopping only millimetres away from the medical apparatus obscuring his once handsome but now gaunt features.
“You have rested long enough my Champion… Come back to me…”
The God-Queen closed her eyes as she gently placing her lips onto the man’s cold though clammy forehead, just as she had once done oh so many years before. The chakra of the Goddess flowed into him once more, activating long dormant curse seals spread externally and internally around his body. The machines almost simultaneously began to alarm, ding, beep, gurgle and ping in earnest as their patient’s vital signs danced in chaotic staccato and his body convulsed violently. A chocked sound and a muffled cry and Yong had completed his trip from the non-world between the living and the dead.
The long, gentle hands of the goddess began to methodically remove the medical intrusions upon her champion, starting with the eye coverings (Which caused the machines to panic even more as their patient had completely died to their limited senses). As his atrophied eyes blinked in the brilliance of the dimly lit room his involuntary panic quickly subsided. He stared calmly at the face of his Goddess, a smile spreading across her unnaturally perfect features as their eyes met.
“Welcome back my champion... I have bad news...”
The Queens words were barely out of her lips when she turned to face the doorway, she turned quickly back to her champion with a smile and a wink. Then she was gone, her body fading away in a mist of sea spray leaving the subtle trace of ocean breeze in the sterile medical facility room. Yong quickly heard the reason for her departure as heavy footfalls echoed down the corridors, he rolled off the bed but overestimated his current condition as he tumbled to the floor in a crumpled heap, face pressed painfully against the cold tiles.
“Father!”
The voice of a young man accompanied a pair of as familiar Myakashi combat boots filled his vision filled his vision. He felt himself lifted like a child and gently placed back into his bed. The youth quickly turned to a second rapidly approaching young man who looked strikingly similar to himself and barked a command.
“Get Doku quickly! Dads awake!”
The second nodded and quickly sprinted away down the echoing corridors once more.
Confusion wracked his brain, these boys seemed so familiar, then realisation hit him…
Of course she looked the same, she is a god… but these boys? My twins? How long?!
Dam…
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This world was ordered chaos.
A stone statue sat cross-legged on a small stone platform on the shore as the storm raged around it, a lone point of tranquillity in a realm of unbridled anger. The eyes appeared closed gently, not forced shut tightly, as if in a light sleep. His fingertips placed together on his lap forming circles in a traditional meditative position. An invisible chakra aura evaporated the raging seas spray as is spit venom towards the tranquil statue placed just out of its wrathful reach.
“How long we have waited… Yang… We are done waiting!”
The throat that spoke the words materialised as the words themselves formed in the air (classic chicken/egg), the neck, spine and skeletal system quickly followed, as a new circulatory system crept like blood-worms through the quickly forming body.
“We want to breath… to run… to fight… to fuck… We want to move Yang! We want to fucking move!”
Muscle wrapped bone, blood pumped through new veins and organs, wild eyes filled empty sockets and skin spread like a cancer across exposed flesh. A porcelain white male now stood, unashamed in his nakedness, stepping angrily towards the statue and slamming his newly formed fist against the wall of invisible force surrounding the statue and apparent source, or at least current target of the man’s frustration.
A single word echoed through the air of this place, this world between worlds. It carried on the gentle breeze beneath the raging storm and surging winds… it whispered above the rolling thunder…
“…Patience…”
The word rocked the man as if struck with a physical blow, he gnashed his teeth in animalistic rage before leaping back at the statue, raining blows against the unrelenting barrier surrounding it.
“NO! We have been patient Yang! FUCK PATIENCE! We have wasted too much time with patience…”
A whisper on the breeze once more twisted through the storm.
“…Time is an illusion…”
The man’s rage began to subside as he lent his hands across the unseen force, head slacking as if in defeat.
“Not it isn’t… We want to be free… free of this prison?”
He spread his fingers across the surface of the invisible shell, furious eyes framed by a face filled with despair stared at the perpetually closed eyes of the statue.
The voice on the wind on the other hand, resonated a tone of mirth, a total contradiction to the despair shown by the man.
“…Very soon…”
The man let out a bitter laugh as he put more weight on the barrier, simultaneously taking the strain off of his own new feet.
“Ha! We said time is an illusion, how is ‘very soon’ even a thing in this place Yang? When is soon? Time is no illusion to us! WHEN IS SOON!”
He slammed his fists down onto the field surrounding the statue again, still with no apparent effect other than to sting his hands. But there was an effect, the statue’s left hand whipped out at lightning speed, passed unrestrained through the barrier and clasped around the man’s wrist in an ironic stone like grip.
The statues eyes opened slowly as the maelstrom and surging waves calmed in an instant, the wind whispered voice sounded like it had a smile as it rippled through the now calm atmosphere.
“…Now Yin…”
I red chakra seal formed simultaneously on each of their respective foreheads, resembling pursed lips though spreading out like a poisons web. A grin came over the man’s face as the limited world around them literally fractured away from the pair into non-reality until, rapidly, only the void remained.
“Finally…”
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The God-Queen of the deep waters floated majestically through the air as if it was water around the prostrate man’s long term hospital bed. They were within the stone walls of the Myakashi medical facility hidden in the mountains on the outskirts of the country of fire, normally an almost impenetrable and secret facility. But the God-Queen could always know where her champion was if she merely willed it, no mere walls could keep her away if she so desired it.
A tear rolled down her cheek as she looked over her champion. His once strong arms now lay atrophied upon cushions beside his deathly still body, wires, cords and tubes connecting him to the peanut gallery of sophisticated medical machines monitoring closely his ‘signs of life’. Tape held cotton over his closed eyes, breathing tubes and feeding tubes both filled and obscured his mouth and nose. Queen lent forward, her face stopping only millimetres away from the medical apparatus obscuring his once handsome but now gaunt features.
“You have rested long enough my Champion… Come back to me…”
The God-Queen closed her eyes as she gently placing her lips onto the man’s cold though clammy forehead, just as she had once done oh so many years before. The chakra of the Goddess flowed into him once more, activating long dormant curse seals spread externally and internally around his body. The machines almost simultaneously began to alarm, ding, beep, gurgle and ping in earnest as their patient’s vital signs danced in chaotic staccato and his body convulsed violently. A chocked sound and a muffled cry and Yong had completed his trip from the non-world between the living and the dead.
The long, gentle hands of the goddess began to methodically remove the medical intrusions upon her champion, starting with the eye coverings (Which caused the machines to panic even more as their patient had completely died to their limited senses). As his atrophied eyes blinked in the brilliance of the dimly lit room his involuntary panic quickly subsided. He stared calmly at the face of his Goddess, a smile spreading across her unnaturally perfect features as their eyes met.
“Welcome back my champion... I have bad news...”
The Queens words were barely out of her lips when she turned to face the doorway, she turned quickly back to her champion with a smile and a wink. Then she was gone, her body fading away in a mist of sea spray leaving the subtle trace of ocean breeze in the sterile medical facility room. Yong quickly heard the reason for her departure as heavy footfalls echoed down the corridors, he rolled off the bed but overestimated his current condition as he tumbled to the floor in a crumpled heap, face pressed painfully against the cold tiles.
“Father!”
The voice of a young man accompanied a pair of as familiar Myakashi combat boots filled his vision filled his vision. He felt himself lifted like a child and gently placed back into his bed. The youth quickly turned to a second rapidly approaching young man who looked strikingly similar to himself and barked a command.
“Get Doku quickly! Dads awake!”
The second nodded and quickly sprinted away down the echoing corridors once more.
Confusion wracked his brain, these boys seemed so familiar, then realisation hit him…
Of course she looked the same, she is a god… but these boys? My twins? How long?!
Dam…
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