Dreams: Decent

By, NéJ

A/N:

So this is going to be an utterly confusing mess.
This little -chapter-short-storiyishthing- takes place before the prologue, which takes place before the main time line.
Alot of what's going on won't make sense until later in the story.
But try to enjoy anyways. :

Dreams: Lucidity

“Those emerald eyes, they bothered me.”

Close to the ending day, an unexpected storm came upon the new culture sector of New York, called Destani. In fact, it was the first rainfall Destani had ever experienced. It fell everywhere, hard and fast, from the blackened sky above.

It seemed very unsettling to a simple young man named Leon, driving his way home from his first day of work. It was quite a successful first day, and he was excited to return home. Although he usually loved a rainy, something amidst the darkness seemed out of place to him.

He glanced over to turn on his radio, but gasped, slamming on his break as the car in front of him came to an unexpected halt. Bright red lights cautiously peered into his wet opaque windshield. A shrill cry came from the car behind him, Leon winced, but instead of feeling his own vehicle ricocheting into the one in front of him, a loud and obnoxious car horn was quite comforting. Leon sighed in relief, resting his head against the stirring wheel.

He sighed, then raised his head and rested against his car seat. He listened to his quiet radio; the sounds of a sweet oboe soothed away his troubles. After a moment, he changed it to something more upbeat that gladdened his tastes.

Leon squinted through his wet windshield; traffic didn’t seem to be moving at all. He moved around in different directions in his seat, switching his wipers to full blast, but he still couldn’t see anything but the beaming glare of red taillights.

Lighting flashed, and the radio screeched in pain as though it had been the one stricken. Leon jumped in time with the rolling thunder that followed after. He gulped.

Leon wasn’t afraid of lighting, that was merely a distant memory of his childhood, but he swore that bolt hit a few meters away from him. A bolt of lighting colored a deep and crimson red.

With shaking hands, the man reached for his cell phone in his pocket to call his wife. Staring at the intense light that the small device’s screen mustered, he scrolled through the contacts, with aching eyes, looking for her number. Nothing was there, he cursed to himself, hoping that his small son hadn’t accidentally erased them all. He shut the lid, and felt the device vibrate. He smiled in relief, hoping it was she. After flipping the lid up, the man stared in disbelief at what the phone red. Inscrutable characters flashed on his screen repeatedly in an assortment of colors.

What is this?” he mumbled, his eyes widening in horror.

Something out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. Groups of people were running past his car. He couldn’t see their facial expressions, but at the rate they were moving, it seemed to be something terrifying. “A tornado?” Leon thought, flipping through the music stations hoping for a weather forecast of some sort. He paused for a moment, “Wait. This is New York…”

His radio screeched louder, sending a wave of sharp pains through his ears. He held the side of his head with a firm grasp of his large hand. With his free hand, he turned the radio knob, waiting to hear silence amongst the rain and scared screaming outside his car. However, the opposite occurred.

The screeching became louder. Leon was shaken with unimaginable pain. He screamed, his hands embracing his ears hoping to drown it out. He blacked out for a second, and without any thought, Leon burst out of his car. The door slammed back against his upper torso, which was still locked tightly in the seat belt. He groaned, dizzy and sick to his stomach. His world became dim, and blurry.

A strangers hand touched his shoulder. “Are you okay?” asked a caring, yet frantic voice.

Leon looked up, meeting the darkened and unidentifiable face of a man a few years older than him. He moaned, sliding out from the car, squinting in pain. He glanced back at his. The radio had turned silent. He glared, cursing it mentally. The stranger helped him to his feet.

“Thank you.” Leon weakly muttered, closing his eyes, listening to the fading shrill that continued to ring in his ears.

“No problem, but come on!” the stranger pushed him into the direction of all the other people were running in. Leon didn’t budge, watching those around him. Everyone seemed so lost and desperate. They pushed and shoved one another, or ran on top of the vehicles to find a faster route. He shook his head.

“What’s going on?”

“Something crazy! It’s like two devils fighting each other!”

Leon raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“I’m not sure! I only saw a glimpse of—” Leon watched helplessly as the unknown saint was struck by a blast of red light. Leon flew backwards, over his car’s hood and slammed against another. He rolled over, his whole body shaking in fear, rather than horrible pain. He jumped up, with an odd adrenaline rush, but his whole being trembled with terror. He turned towards the direction in from which his fellow humans ran, seeing some flung over the road down to the distant streets below them. A truck flew over his head, and the wind seemed to pick up. His knees gave out, and he collapsed next to his vehicle

The rain began to fall harder. Wind roared vociferously, ripping across the city. Across this highway, newspapers flew boldly before the stopped cars, the area around him flashed brilliant bloody colors, and the thunder roared louder, and angrier.

A lifeless and mangled body landed on the top of his car. Those running around him stopped moving, eyes full of fright.

“It’s not like you haven’t seen the death of your own kind before.” A deep voice said, heard clearly over all the chaos. A few of those frozen flew backwards off the highway barrier, tumbling to an excruciating death below.

“Vitenka stop this!”

I turned around, Lahzen stood behind me. Standing so boldly amongst the fearful humans. His dark hair, blended with the ominous nightmare clouded around him. It lashed against his stern and young face I know to well. His deep violet eyes showed so vibrantly against the night, I could feel his determination to murder me so brilliantly flowing. They glared at me intensely.

“Lahzen my friend, what brings you here?”

Lahzen laughed half-heartedly. “So funny you can recognize me.”

“I can understand your doubt.”

“Leave! Here! Now!” The mage demanded.

I laughed in return, pushing a strain of my long and unruly hair behind my quick and clever ears. “I still have business here.”

“I won’t allow you to—” I was first unsure of why his words cut off so hastily, but it was clear to me soon enough.

“Lord Vitenka.” Sounded Iisairus’ voice amongst the loud chaos. I smiled in the direction of my cohorts voice. Iisairus brought back her blade, watching Lahzen’s limp body collapse against the ground. He still had a little vigor left within him, but she sought to fix that. “I have found the heir. She is dead.”

“Are you sure?”

Leon watched the two in confusion, but blood chilling terror. He watched what seemed to be a nobler man stabbed through the chest, die right before his eyes. He tried to move, tried to get away, but the fear had hold control of his fatigued body. He gasped, watching the man called, “Vitenka” step towards him, a cruel and sadistic smirk on his face.

“So fearful us Humans are…” he softly said, sounding empathetic.

Leon closed his eyes, uncertain of what horrors and pain he would endure before death’s sweet release would take him. “What is going on?” he thought to himself, awaiting his ascension to the world above.

“Vitenka. Leave.”

Leon opened his eyes, gazing up to another personage which stood protectively in front of him. The figure seemed to have a heavenly glow, had he really died? He watched the person in curiosity, his tall and sturdy frame stood strong against the storm. The man placed a hand behind his back, it glowed a bright, comforting white color. Leon stared into the light, losing consciousness to a peaceful and safe world.

“How interesting…” Vitenka said, his head rising slightly in intrigue. He smirked once again, his weight shifting to one leg, a hand slowly rising to take rest on his hips. “Why Liaonia…you’re looking quite translucent and, bright. But that is to be accepted of a dead man.”

Liaonia shrugged, a calm and reserved smile shone brightly on his face. His white hair glowed along with the rest of his personage. He was like a heavenly angel in the disorderly predicament Vitenka caused. His red eyes glowed playfully, he took a step towards Vitenka, hands outreached towards the man. “And you, you have very good eyes for a blind man.” He complimented, lifting a finger to point at Vitenka’s black leather blindfold.

Vitenka slightly bowed. “Why thank you.”

Iisairus rose an eyebrow, looking between both men. Vitenka turned his head towards her, sensing the woman’s confusion. “This really can’t be Liaonia can it? The deceased cannot walk among us.”

Vitenka chucked to himself. “Unless he’s a dead man who’s cursed.”

“The downfall of the whole deal really. Save the world, become damned for all eternity.” Liaonia sighed. “Anyways, I digress. Vitenka, leave and return to Lifthrasir. Now.”

“That I cannot do. I am unsure of whether our goal has been carried out or not, seeing you here before me.”

“I am here to mourn the loss of our world’s savior.” Liaonia raised both his hands, one towards Iisairus and Vitenka. “Goodbye.” The same soft light emitted from his fingertips, the same light engulfed the two warriors and they disappeared from all sight.

The wind quickly died down, and the tremendous downpours ceased into a gentle rain. All the humans caught amongst the fight stared at the glowing figure, perplexed and indulged his magnificence. He turned to them, they moved back. Liaonia whispered a few words under his breath, as soon as his words hushed, light filled the area and all the humans, like Leon, fell down asleep.

He turned around, walking down the worn highway. He kneeled down to Lahzen’s lifeless body, placing a soft hand on his shoulder. Lahzen slowly opened his eyes, grunting. Liaonia looked at him in surprise, but smiled. The violet eyed mage sluggishly, with his remaining strength, reached for something under his torn tunic.

“Don’t waste your energy!”

“…I can tell…that my time is up.” Lahzen pulled out a round golden pendent. It shimmered in the night, Liaonia grasped it, tracing the embedded star shape on it’s outside with his thumb. “The girl…is still alive.” Lahzen wheezed, his words weak and struggled. “Please…Lucian…he--”

Liaonia nodded. “She will be alright. Don’t worry, everything will be fine.”

“Ha…” Lahzen smiled, and took a slow and deep breath, wincing in pain. “It’s…interesting to see…my ancestor…”

“Same to you somewhat. Pretty odd isn’t it?”

Lahzen laughed, but his final happiness was interrupted by a series of harsh coughs. Liaonia placed his hand on his decentdent’s chest. “I hope my…son, becomes a great mage…and my niece…go to her…”

“Don’t worry, your son will be the greatest there is.”

“Ha…tell me, this, all this chaos will make sense soon enough…”

“Soon enough, I swear.”

“Good.” Lahzen smiled, closing his eyes. “I just wish…for Te…”

Liaonia stood up, and bowed. He turned towards the darkened city in the distance, watching as electricity slowly started to flow again, and normality began to stabilize. He clutched the pendent tightly in his hand, holding it close to his chest. “Don’t worry, things will work out.” He bowed one last time to Lahzen.

“Now, there is one man who needs to finish our mission.”