A story I started last year, only recently went back to it. The drawing is the main character, Luos (name is not definite)
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Gazing high towards the misty sky, the breeze shifts and carries a delicate whisper into the ears of Luos and one word, Crystal, resonating magnitudes, as if a long forgotten memory being brought back to life.
Left alone on the far side of a bare room, nothing but a single window to look through as the rain patters against the glass pane and a door-less frame where stairs descending to the earth await, what choices does Luos contemplate? A choice in which he may remain in the cell nothing belonging, nothing binding and nothing pushing his direction; a choice to press against the glass and watch with no influence of the outcomes; or a life of barren chaos and downfall besetting upon his shoulders and the lives of so many clinging to the trails he may walk?
The only path that is true is the one that man chooses for himself, and the guidance of one melody pumping forward brings man to his destiny.
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In the centre of luscious greens, and white slabs of perfectly paved stones, the wind providing the refreshing nectar, expected from the meadows stretching far beyond heaven’s doors. The few people walking in the distance, fair, longed hair in fresh green garments that matched the scenery were unfazed by the burst of heat emitted from the light and dark knights that stood about 18ft tall. Strange patterned red lights surrounded each of them breaking through the ground, one, the light knight, whose weapon pointed to challenge the sky, and the other, the dark knight cracked into the ground surface as they summoned, between them, a single dragon. Their powers united the dark knight wretches forward with the dragon, bounded to the dark knights’ double edged sword visible by the red aura, his target being an unknown entity masked in mystery.......
Not far from this battle, above a thousand flights of steps laid an impressive and sparkling temple with green vines running down its pillars. Inside, large with marble flooring, was cold and empty par one ebony piano in the far corner, there sat a single woman, whose linen was glistening dark blue one piece dress that hugged snugly around her curves, her pale fingers skimmed lightly across the keys and her voice that matched her creative mannerisms to an audience of zero... On her head, she wore a crown of which cannot be described, it had no particular shape or pattern, the only thing for certain was that it covered the top of her head fully, and as she looked my way, the crown began to shatter softly, each tiny piece rained like droplets, millions of them like the stars in the night sky, this fair lady continued to sing lyrics that would be lost in time, but one word from the song remained clear, and that word was Crystal...
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Lous wakes from the previous dream in the soft seats of the theatre listening to the piano being played on stage, the melody similar to one that flowed in his dream however the lyrics differ. Audience applauds and even after everyone leaves their seats, Luos distracted by the images he’d seen as he gets the feeling he’s been there before.
A woman graced in a sparkling one piece appears beside him, “Are those flowers for me?” She asks looking at the bunch he holds. Startled taking a moment to realise where he was, he gives the flowers to Tiris who smells them and tells him the flowers are lovely. They walk out and she asks if he liked her playing, he tells her the last piece was really good and asked if she made the song Crystal up herself. She looked puzzled as she hadn’t decided on the title yet as it was still incomplete but wanted people to hear it anyway though there are no lyrics to it yet. But now she’ll consider the name. “What made you think of Crystal?” He tells her it was from his dream, there was someone playing a similar melody and he couldn’t remember what the lyrics were but Crystal was said a lot so he assumed the title would be Crystal. “Hmm, I see.” Tiris thinks a moment as they walk, she actually didn’t come up with the tune herself, her grandmother liked exploring and she found what looked like a music score inscribed on some object, took a photo and kept it in her journal which she let her look at when Tiris started to get better at piano. Over half of it was worn away though so she’s trying to make a full composition.
She asks if there was anything else that happened in the dream but he doesn’t tell her about the mechs, he doesn’t feel it’s relevant.
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He meets the villain of the story, then I have yet to write the rest haha -how evil-
So far, I've written a lot about the history of the universe and the reason why the main character is who he is. Still trying to work out other things here and there but at least there's progress.
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