Lelouch
05-15-2008, 10:37 AM
He entered the tomb. It was a strangely architectured building , completely out of place compared to it's surroundings. He had ventured into these forgotten catacombs , in search for his own past.
He didn't have a name , nor was he human. He was the Nameless One , a creature who had suffered so many deaths in his life he couldn't even count.
His skin , his very own flesh was carved with scars. Some of them were done aeons ago , and some of them were recent. They were the legacy of his previous lives. The remains of his formers selfs , every single one of them forming a word or a phrase.
"He who always suffers"
"The tormented one"
"The father of shadows"
Those phrases carved on his body hounded him since ever.
"The Nameless One"
"He who is born of arrogance"
"Cheater of death"
But now , he was close. He had reached the tomb of a wise sage rumoured to have ventured in Oblivion itself. He was sure he would find the solution to the mysteries surrounding his existence.
He entered the tomb. A huge room 100 feet long , 30 feet wide was before his eyes. Works of art were everywhere on the walls. Painting's , jewelry, gold were filling the place.
"Seems more like a palace than a tomb to me" he said. "I should move carefully here , if only not to disturb the ancient sage".
As he ventured forth , he saw the sage's ancient tombstone. He moved closer to it. If there wasn't an answer there , there would be nowhere.
"Who am I.. why is all this happening.." All this will be hopefully answered.
Strange markings were carved on the tombstone. Surprisingly , he seemed to be able to read them.
"I tried to escape death , if only to escape from my horrible fate. The ceremony failed. I was stripped off my mortality but this is an equally flawed immortality. Each time I die , I rise up again my memoriess weakening each time. My stength and my wisdom is fading.
HE is hunting me non-stop. HE won't stop torturing me. I hate him , as much as I hate myself. The body remembers even when the mind has forgotten. I've cut my flesh so many times , to warn my next incarnation's of their fate. I , we , are the Father of Shadows. With each time we die , we create Shadows. The Shadows will hunt us. Forever."
The Nameless One , fell to his feet. He had once lived to create this place , and he had died there. Unaware of it , he had come to one of his very first death-beds. Who was the one who hunted him? Who was his first incarnation and what in the world could he had done to be stripped off his mortality?
With tears on his eyes , he read the last two phrases of the tombstone's markings.
" Remain Nameless. Name's bring only agony.. and Shadows "
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He didn't have a name , nor was he human. He was the Nameless One , a creature who had suffered so many deaths in his life he couldn't even count.
His skin , his very own flesh was carved with scars. Some of them were done aeons ago , and some of them were recent. They were the legacy of his previous lives. The remains of his formers selfs , every single one of them forming a word or a phrase.
"He who always suffers"
"The tormented one"
"The father of shadows"
Those phrases carved on his body hounded him since ever.
"The Nameless One"
"He who is born of arrogance"
"Cheater of death"
But now , he was close. He had reached the tomb of a wise sage rumoured to have ventured in Oblivion itself. He was sure he would find the solution to the mysteries surrounding his existence.
He entered the tomb. A huge room 100 feet long , 30 feet wide was before his eyes. Works of art were everywhere on the walls. Painting's , jewelry, gold were filling the place.
"Seems more like a palace than a tomb to me" he said. "I should move carefully here , if only not to disturb the ancient sage".
As he ventured forth , he saw the sage's ancient tombstone. He moved closer to it. If there wasn't an answer there , there would be nowhere.
"Who am I.. why is all this happening.." All this will be hopefully answered.
Strange markings were carved on the tombstone. Surprisingly , he seemed to be able to read them.
"I tried to escape death , if only to escape from my horrible fate. The ceremony failed. I was stripped off my mortality but this is an equally flawed immortality. Each time I die , I rise up again my memoriess weakening each time. My stength and my wisdom is fading.
HE is hunting me non-stop. HE won't stop torturing me. I hate him , as much as I hate myself. The body remembers even when the mind has forgotten. I've cut my flesh so many times , to warn my next incarnation's of their fate. I , we , are the Father of Shadows. With each time we die , we create Shadows. The Shadows will hunt us. Forever."
The Nameless One , fell to his feet. He had once lived to create this place , and he had died there. Unaware of it , he had come to one of his very first death-beds. Who was the one who hunted him? Who was his first incarnation and what in the world could he had done to be stripped off his mortality?
With tears on his eyes , he read the last two phrases of the tombstone's markings.
" Remain Nameless. Name's bring only agony.. and Shadows "
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If people like this story , I'm indulge to continue it. Give comments please.