Breaking the Shackles

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: October 22, 2018

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“...my body became pure energy, and I broke free of this mortal plane as I flew into the cosmos.”
 
 
 
The darkness was so thick you could feel it flowing around you. Wrapping around every inch of your body. Reaching even further than the physical and delving into your very mind. Nothing could pierce this darkness. Light was simply reflected back to wherever it came. It was like being blind, only seeing wisps of shadows and fleeting moments of light before they would be snuffed out forever. This place was cold, the air heavy. With every breath I could feel the black mists of the darkness enter me. I fear it to be a cancer spreading through my body, and mind. It moves with free will, and is not restrained to the shadows. It will push back the light wherever it goes leaving only a black void in its wake.
 
I do not know how long I have been here. Held captive by the cold and darkness. My hands, and feet have been bound by these shadowy tendrils. They squirm, and pulse as they bind me. All I can remember is tumbling down the side of a cliff and crashing in front of a cave. Something drew me inside where I discovered what seemed like a tomb, but I know now it was a prison. This place was ancient, and meant to hold a great evil. I have sat here bound by darkness for what feels like an eternity, yet I have not aged a day. I have grown stronger recently, I feel more complete. Another part of me is still out there I was bound to this place the moment the darkness escaped into me. I did not know it then for it was small, and I was still mostly whole. Little by little more and more of my being was locked away in this place. I fear that what is left of me on the other side now is just an empty shell, a vessel for that evil power to work through. 
 
Sometimes I get visions of the outside world, as if i am looking through a window into another realm. I am not there, and yet I am. The darkness that resides with me in this place is like a thick black mist that swirls around me. It cannot leave this place anymore than I can. It mocks me unceasingly. Their voices enter my mind, and speak of horrible things yet to come. Things that I will bring unto my world. This being is ancient, no, timeless it has lived for aeons. When it enters my mind I can feel its thoughts as well. It lives in all places and all times simultaneously. The future, the past, and the present are but one and the same to it. It keeps secrets from me try as I may to pry into its mind. I do not know how or when it was trapped here, only that it knew I would come along and free it. Just like it knows I will throw the world into darkness, and that day is coming soon. 
 
I am starting to believe now that I am not trapped in here physically, but ethereally. I think that my body walked out of this place long ago and left a piece behind to take the Dark Ones place. Am I going mad? Has this black abyss stolen my sanity, and left my mind to wander in madness? I can only use what little knowledge I have of spirits, and the human soul itself to ponder my situation. It is pure madness no matter how I look at it. I am bound to this place with my thoughts as the only freedom I have. Even those are not safe from the constant mental torture that Daks’izototh puts me under. I hardly know what are my own thoughts, and what are not. 
 
Sudden flashes of the runic carvings all around this place come into my mind. A great sense of fear and dread also wells up inside my mind. No, not my mind, but Daks’izotoths. It fears these symbols. I believe they are the key to trapping the darkness. If only I could reach out with my mind and regain control of my other self to guide it back into the light. I know I once thought I was able to help those who had been touched by the Darkness. I know now i was just being used. A pawn in the sick game it plays with the universe, and all who reside in it. This dark being was not like anything to ever exist. It was an astral being, this much I knew. One being with the power to be anywhere and everywhere at once. Fighting a war in one world as both general and soldier. Bringing peace to another world, while rebelling against it causing anarchy unto itself.  It thrived on madness and chaos. Somehow ancient man sealed it away in this tomb.
 
My body began to burn suddenly as more of my own energy entered into this prison. I truly was growing stronger with each passing moment. I am aware now that this is not my body. This is my soul, and I have the means to break these bindings of darkness. A soul is pure energy, and energy can never be destroyed only contained. I closed my eyes and began to focus my energy into breaking the dark tendrils that held me in place. Slowly my arms began to glow with the faintest of light, but grew stronger and brighter the more I focused. Soon the tendrils lit ablaze and burned off of my wrists and ankles. Turned to ash by the burning light of my soul. Soon my body became pure energy, and I broke free from this mortal plane as I flew into the cosmos. Only one thing burned in my mind now. The destruction of Daks’izototh, and the freedom of my world.


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