Thread: Un-forbidding the Land {Wander x Echoplex}

Search peace here, search there, search everywhere Thou shalt find only with thy pair! You need to do it. You need to free us. We shall be whole and fulfil all your deepest desires you shall be king. Promised the disembodied voice while it rung within The Princes mind. It sounded to him like the chorus of several creatures, 16 to be precise. The Prince could not fathom how he knew the exact number, all he knew was that he knew it. Get out of my head, Dormin! Exclaimed The Prince within as he tried to dispel the chorus of voices within his head of that one creature that always considered itself as some kind of royalty by referring to itself in the plural. You know you want to save us, you know you do, you know you do, you know... The voice trailed off into the distance as The Prince fell down onto his knees sobbing. The urge to concede, to acquiesce was insurmountable. It was an intoxicating need and no pain in the world could match the agony coursing through his veins. He could not understand what was the power of this demon? What was it doing to him? The young boy was sobbing he could remember the comfortable bed in his palace and now and all its comforts. Sleeping on the floor like this, in this arid land with not a single soul in sight, the boy felt almost distressed and lonesome. He longed for only one thing, the loving embrace of his mother and the warmth he experienced while resting his head in her lap and sleeping. But now, all he got was the cold ground. The land was so ominous, that not even a single creature resided here, save a lizard or two Survival is something that drives the sanest of minds towards the very depths of insanity. The young boy was no stranger to this instinct. Therefore, in order to survive this arid land, the boy was compelled to hunt his only companions and make them the source of his nourishment, eat them to stay alive. He had wandered this land for several months, or was it years? He could not remember and the solidarity of his existence was excruciating. Finally, when he finally came across the grandest among all the numerous small temples within this land, he was sure to the very ebb of his soul that he would once again not witness a single creature, let alone a human within this grand structure carved so intricately with mythril and marble, certainly in honour of some god or goddess. The young prince could not fathom why this land which showed all signs of a great past of human civilisation with its magnificent structures, infinite temples, pathways, and bridges was in fact so utterly devoid of fauna, let alone human beings. Ascending the steps of this temple, the prince decided to explore. He knew it was a temple because when he entered it, right before him lay carved in some indiscernible stone a grand altar, carved to perfection. It seemed to him that amongst all these ruins, this was the only part of the arid land untouched by the tides of time and lay unnerved by its attempts to destroy it. The sun gleamed upon the pale skin and made it illuminate while azure optics darted forth deeper. With a slight jerk of his cranium, the prince dispersed the strands of long and straight golden locks which attempted to hamper his vision of the mesmerising structure within. Life within the arid land had made the once sinewy young boy, weaker and disheveled. The once strong limbs were now lanky and carried the boy with waning effort as he explored deeper to look at large structures of various creatures on either side on the isle that led outward. These sculptures towered over his tiny form, all resembling some kind of beast and some human. The prince assumed that these were deities that the people of this land used to worship before they abandoned their homes. Then, as he stood, gazing down into a black pool of water which seemed more like a deep abyss into hell, he felt a hand on his shoulder. The hand felt warm and the prince knew that it was her. Sister! He exclaimed and turned around to embrace the young girl that never spoke a single word to him, but whose eyes expressed all the emotions that The Prince wanted to hear. Conversations with Dormin had always left him in a state of trepidation and this young girl, always clad in white, with long flowing black hair and pale skin which the prince had started to call sister was his only companion during the exhausting and exasperating introspective conversations with the demon. There was a small tug upon his robes and he looked down upon the little boy he had named Ico . Hearing the neigh of a horse, he knew it could only be his dear Swift. Seeing the limping horse with a gimp leg, The prince wanted the horse to never feel incomplete or unsuitable as a part of its species known for speed. Therefore, he had built a wooden support for the horses broken leg and named him for pace which the horse could produce even with the gimp leg depicting how fast and valorous the horse once was. Lifting Ico in his arms, he held the young boy, while the horse came galloping forward, neighing and tugging The Prince to direct him further towards something they had never seen before, there was going to be a big change in the Forbidden Land, it would not be Forbidden any longer.