Myst

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First instalment and introduction to your narrator Crystal the Divine
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First instalment and introduction to your narrator Crystal the Divine

Chapter1 (v.1) - Crystal the Divine

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Only one page long first of the short stories, an instalment to Myst told by your narrator Crystal the Divine

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: March 18, 2017

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Chapter Content - ver.1

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MYST – Crystal the Divine

Frost Continent - Divine Shroud

 

Frost fall as far as the eye can see, glittering as if the flakes came from the very stars themselves, a stretch of winter ferns beneath a blackened sky the constant mist of the divine shroud no longer limits my tracking abilities, I was born here and I shall die here if such a thing is possible for one such as me, in common land I am known as an avatar of the all-seeing, few have found their way to me but it is not impossible I am the guardian of Deep Winter and beyond that Black Gate, a place where one of the first races live and dwell, the giants, a creation of the gods cast in their first forms, now the gods sometimes mimic a mortals body or even an animals for convenience sake though their visits into the life realm have become few and far between.

I can stare into my black mirror and tell you tales of every soul that has ever lived, I’m caught somewhere between devils and divine and so I choose life over death, tales that prickle my heart so that I might match my moulded mortal flesh, emotions, raw, unfathomable or so I thought but as many thousands of years have gone by I find I begin to understand such a thing I have even wandered through the veil like a ghost just to see what they see but the best experiences by far are due to an artefact gifted to me by my Grune, he who is the lord of magic and the third eye, a wave of his hand and I am painted upon canvas, detailed every curve and contour of my body my mortal body at least, I’ve pried her from the frame with my own magic’s a clone of me an empty vessel commanded by me but what she feels is returned to me in my deity’s prison, since then I have known passion and I understand life a little better, I was surprised to learn from them.

 


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