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Overflows: Chapter 2

The lanterns began to dull, their flames changing from their bright daytime orange to a calm royal blue. I could hear a slight whirring noise coming from the lanterns as they slowly switched from "Day" to "Night".

Over the settlement, voices could be heard. Sounds of excitement and enthusiasm within the groups of those who left the assembly.

Each of them heading back to their individual homes and families. Every sound soon dulled, becoming silence.

And then I was alone.

The royal blue of the sol ember in the lanterns began to flicker. I felt a strange humidity.

The closer I got to my house, the thicker it became.

A faint blue light could be seen in the distance, past the walls and into the surrounding wood.

There was this... Sudden urge, to follow it.

I walked past my house, down the road and climbed over the wall. Making sure to check for guards, so as to not arouse suspicion.

The woods were deep and dark, not a sound was heard. The light from the lanterns peeked over the wall, filling the void.

I stared into the mass of trees, the light was gone, though the feeling stayed.

Something urging me to step in.

My eyes still locked on the darkness of the deep wood.

I began to step inside.

It was hard to see, the light from the settlement fading out, leaving only the ghost light of the eternal moon. Staring down at the earth.

Without the lights the stars shown brightly, The Omphalos, the eye on the moon, its details were more pronounced. Its design layed out to bare.

My eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness, the forest was still hard to decipher. Though the feeling I had seemed to act as a guide.

It gathered as a sort of scent, or was it a sort misty path? It was so many things at once. And all at once, I had to follow the bait placed before me.

The path zig zagged and wound around trees, almost as though it were a massive serpent.

It had an almost pinkish color to it.

*******************************************************

It had almost felt like hours had passed.

It was hard to tell as no light aside from that of the eternal moon would have appeared in the sky.

Even so I couldn't stop, I needed to find what was at the end.

It was long, I wasn't sure if it had an end.

At least, until i saw something, a neon blue glow.

I closed in on it, my steps as quiet as possible. The feeling grew stronger as I approached.

I could feel a weight in my chest.

The closer I got, the more I noticed, the neon pink stains that lined the trees and the ground.

Almost dripping, they seemed fresh.

I walked past them, the path seemed to diverge, smaller strands, coming off of the stains like a scent.

They all culminated into the path ahead. With each step, the stains became larger, the strands of that feeling/scent/path became stronger, more pronounced.

It kept going until all I could see was a pink fog.

And a blue light.

Directly in front of me.

It was tall. Long fleshy strands glowing neon blue. With a head made of a thousand screens and monitors.

It was strange. Despite the pink fog over my eyes, I could see it clearly.

I could even see the large gashes, hidden under its many tendrils. Bleeding a neon pink essence. The reason for the fog no doubt. Though i wasn't quite sure why.

It towered over me, its true body was hard to make out under its fleshy coat.

I pulled the sword out from its sheath.

A fear gripped me, I didn't have the tools to fight like a real Agent of Vigilance.

But I wasn't about to die here, not until I got the answers I wanted.

I could hear rustling in the trees surrounding me.

Looking around, I could see shadows hidden in the fog.

Cracks of neon blue, splotches of white that matched the color of my sword, contrasted with the jet black that made up the rest of their bodies.

Many of them had monitors for heads like the being I saw before me.

The majority however had a very familiar characteristic, one that I was taught keep an eye out for. It was buried so deep in my brain that it would be hard not to notice even in the fog.

A humanoid head shape, bone white with a massive dark pit replacing their faces.

They were Geists, the living dead, and they were in mid mutation. They must have saw that beast, the Grail as their monarch, as their mutations matched its own.

Judging by the white spots, and their still humanoid forms, they were still in their infancy. Geistmatter not yet turned to Geistbone. Though they seemed to have been growing for a while still, as the majority of their bodies had become flesh, the geistmatter only shown in those spots.

There were too many of them, hope was fading fast.

I couldn't take them all at once, that would mean death in any situation.

But so would just standing there.

I hated to say it, but I had to attack the Grail.

There were so many large gashes in its body, it seemed weakened. If I could get a good hit, I could take it out, disorienting the Geists just long enough to escape.

I may not have had the ability to face off against them just yet, but I had no choice.

I stood in a combat stance, leg spread a width apart, shoulders squared, blade pointed directly at the beast.

It stared at me, or at least it looked like it.

Many of the monitors had images of eyes on each, staring down at me.

I didn't waste time despite my fear, I charged at the Grail, blade bared.

In a instant, its many tendrils coiled around eachother, coming down on me like a wave.

I stopped, it's too late now, I was dead.

*******************************************************

They crashed down and all I could see was black.

Just... Abyss, nothingness.

No sound.

No feeling.

Nothing.

It was all null.

Then, something could be heard.

Hard to tell at first, it seemed as though it was a voice.

Loud and in the distance.

I could feel....

A wooden floor underneath my feet.

I opened my eyes and I was in a wooden cabin.

The cabin I lived in until i was Six.

The one I stayed in with my father.

I could hear the rain, I could see the neon pink glow that poured in from the outside through the blinds.

I knew where this would go, and dreaded it.

I kept dreading it.

Even as I got up from the fetal position I sat in, the same one I sat in every time I came back to this moment.

I walked up to the door.

And as I held the door, I heard the distinct sound of something sharp stabbing through flesh.

I hurried to open the door as I saw Kyler, standing over the body of my father.

His corpse twisted and mutated, rain soaked hair, abnormally long and caked in mud.

Essence pooled around him.

Why.

Why did it turn out this way.

What happened.

Who did this.

Who are you, dad?

No.

Micah.

Who are you, Really?

Kyler turned toward me, started by the sound.

His blade bared in defense.

Coated in Essence, it was fading, being absorbed into the Geistbone.

We stood there, staring at eachother.

He tears running down his face.

And pretty soon, tears ran down mine as well.

I felt a humidity, as I began to scream.

*******************************************************

I jolted awake, my hair in my face.

I was in my room, a dream.

The same yet different.

It was the first time I had seen something other than that scene.

What caused it I wonder.

The lanterns changed from blue to orange again signaling the "day".

Today was the day of the first test.

I got up and got ready for the day.

Noon hadn't set yet so I had ample time to prepare. I rushed around the room, throwing on a black tee shirt and some nondescript grey pants.

I brushed my hair out of my eyes, kept in a sort of messy style, and cleaned myself up.

I did know there was quite a bit of time from when i needed to be there, but something in me had this burst of urgency.

Something told me that I should be ready.

I went to grab my sword. But something seemed to stop me.

I stared at it for a moment, reflecting on what I had seen in my dream.

I shook my head, an attempt to clear any disarming thoughts. I took the blade by its sheath and slung it over my shoulder.

With a deep breath, I headed down the stairs.

"I see you're raring to go" Kyler spoke, sounding tired as ever.

"Since you have time, maybe we should go over some basics"

"Uh, sure, as long as I'm able to make there on time" I spoke with an awkward impatience.

"You will, I promise"

He lead me out back again, the backyard was spacious, needed to be, an agent needs room to practice after all.

I sat on a tree stump, the shed sat in a corner of the yard under another tree.

Kyler appeared from a niche in between the two.

He held a sword, old, made of Geistbone, just like my own.

The blade looked almost as good as new, save for a few surface level cracks.

Geistbone is a very durable material.

He held it in front of him in a combat stance.

There was a sort of confidence and flourish in how he stood.

"Come at me!"

*******************************************************

I arrived at the assembly, sword in hand, and a few bruises on my face.

They felt slightly tender as I placed my hand on my cheek.

"Hey, you!" A voice could be heard behind me.

It was hard to pinpoint who it was.

The voice called out again, "I'm talking to you!"

The voice was light, yet abrasive. Not in an annoying way, but in a way that sort of cuts through the silence. A very loud, almost center of the room sort of deal.

I felt a tap on my shoulder.

"Can you help me out here?"

I turned around, it was a girl.

She was a couple inches shorter than me, she had an asymmetrical bobcut. Dark skin, and amber eyes.

She had a heart shaped face, and a small round nose.

I felt a twinge.

Like an invisible weight.

"I was wondering if i could find some information on the next two tests after this one?"

I was slightly confused as to what she meant.

"I don't... think there's been any sort of information like that."

She mumbled something under her breath.

Contemplative, she looked down at the ground for a moment, resting her chin on her hand.

She looked back up in my direction.

"Wait."

"You're the Agent's kid right?"

I shuttered a bit as the words came out of her mouth.

"We aren't related."

She snickered at the comment.

"You still live with him, don't you?" Her snicker had become a little louder.

"So, what about it?"

"Nothing much", She said.

She wandered around me, her steps silent.

"It is some good information to have, though."

I looked at her with a slight concern as well as confusion.

"Who are you, how do you know me?"

She took a second to think.

"Just call me Ange" she said with a smile.

"I'll go on ahead, thanks for the help!"

As she said that, she disappeared into the crowd.

"Ah- hold on!"

I tried to catch up but she was nowhere to be seen.

An amplified voice carried across the crowd.

A balding head peered up from the stage, along with him, two agents in white robes stood to his sides.

Each held an Armament of their own.

The one on the right carried a large halberd, the whole of the blade was covered in a neon pink muscle, save the edge which had a white outline, Geistbone. Opposite to the axe blade was a pick, made of the same material coating the edge of the axe.

The spearing end at top was pure metal, not as effective against Grails or Geists.

The other seemed to wield a sort of gunsword.

The main part of the weapon looked to be a revolver. While there were metal components from what I could see, due to the lack of reflection, it looked to be made of either an organic armor or scale.

The cylinder seemed to pulse, beating like a heart.

Resting under the barrel was the blade, long and curved with a single edge. Neon green with neon pink veins running through it. Its shape sort of reminded me of a tooth.

Having a closer look, Grand General Dove had deep set eyes.

"Welcome back, each and every single one of you."

Everyone was in the crowd held a weapon, large and small, young or old.

There were some who held a weapon the last time, but not to this extent. They were the minority in the crowd the day before. Now, in the hand of each person was a weapon.

There were a lot of swords.

"I hope you all are prepared, each of you shall be put to test."

"A one on one duel"

His voice wasn't as grandiose as yesterday, it was stone cold and serious.

"This is not a tournament, there will be no ranking."

"You lose this bout, you are cut from the running then on."

"It will end when this crowd is cut in half."

Murmuring rang throughout the crowd, a sort of nervousness that filled the air.

Almost cacophonous.

Sorry, for how all over the place this is.

It sorta just flows out of my head.

But i feel as though it kinda fits this story.

I do have notes, and a roadmap for how this story plays out.

But the free flowing nature of it feels comfy.

I hope it makes sense, cause there is meaning storywise, behind all of it.

I hope ur having fun with this as much as i am.

#overflows #Samuel Redmoore #Kyler Aclin #Augustus Dove #essence #Grail #Geist #Geistbone #Geistmatter #Armament #Vigilance #Ange #neon pink #neon

Overflows: Chapter 2

Over the settlement, voices could be heard. Sounds of excitement and enthusiasm within the groups of those who left the assembly.

Each of them heading back to their individual homes and families. Every sound soon dulled, becoming silence.

And then I was alone.

The royal blue of the sol ember in the lanterns began to flicker. I felt a strange humidity.

The closer I got to my house, the thicker it became.

A faint blue light could be seen in the distance, past the walls and into the surrounding wood.

There was this... Sudden urge, to follow it.

I walked past my house, down the road and climbed over the wall. Making sure to check for guards, so as to not arouse suspicion.

The woods were deep and dark, not a sound was heard. The light from the lanterns peeked over the wall, filling the void.

I stared into the mass of trees, the light was gone, though the feeling stayed.

Something urging me to step in.

My eyes still locked on the darkness of the deep wood.

I began to step inside.

It was hard to see, the light from the settlement fading out, leaving only the ghost light of the eternal moon. Staring down at the earth.

Without the lights the stars shown brightly, The Omphalos, the eye on the moon, its details were more pronounced. Its design layed out to bare.

My eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness, the forest was still hard to decipher. Though the feeling I had seemed to act as a guide.

It gathered as a sort of scent, or was it a sort misty path? It was so many things at once. And all at once, I had to follow the bait placed before me.

The path zig zagged and wound around trees, almost as though it were a massive serpent.

It had an almost pinkish color to it.

*******************************************************

It had almost felt like hours had passed.

It was hard to tell as no light aside from that of the eternal moon would have appeared in the sky.

Even so I couldn't stop, I needed to find what was at the end.

It was long, I wasn't sure if it had an end.

At least, until i saw something, a neon blue glow.

I closed in on it, my steps as quiet as possible. The feeling grew stronger as I approached.

I could feel a weight in my chest.

The closer I got, the more I noticed, the neon pink stains that lined the trees and the ground.

Almost dripping, they seemed fresh.

I walked past them, the path seemed to diverge, smaller strands, coming off of the stains like a scent.

They all culminated into the path ahead. With each step, the stains became larger, the strands of that feeling/scent/path became stronger, more pronounced.

It kept going until all I could see was a pink fog.

And a blue light.

Directly in front of me.

It was tall. Long fleshy strands glowing neon blue. With a head made of a thousand screens and monitors.

It was strange. Despite the pink fog over my eyes, I could see it clearly.

I could even see the large gashes, hidden under its many tendrils. Bleeding a neon pink essence. The reason for the fog no doubt. Though i wasn't quite sure why.

It towered over me, its true body was hard to make out under its fleshy coat.

I pulled the sword out from its sheath.

A fear gripped me, I didn't have the tools to fight like a real Agent of Vigilance.

But I wasn't about to die here, not until I got the answers I wanted.

I could hear rustling in the trees surrounding me.

Looking around, I could see shadows hidden in the fog.

Cracks of neon blue, splotches of white that matched the color of my sword, contrasted with the jet black that made up the rest of their bodies.

Many of them had monitors for heads like the being I saw before me.

The majority however had a very familiar characteristic, one that I was taught keep an eye out for. It was buried so deep in my brain that it would be hard not to notice even in the fog.

A humanoid head shape, bone white with a massive dark pit replacing their faces.

They were Geists, the living dead, and they were in mid mutation. They must have saw that beast, the Grail as their monarch, as their mutations matched its own.

There were too many of them, hope was fading fast.

I couldn't take them all at once, that would mean death in any situation.

But so would just standing there.

I hated to say it, but I had to attack the Grail.

There were so many large gashes in its body, it seemed weakened. If I could get a good hit, I could take it out, disorienting the Geists just long enough to escape.

I may not have had the ability to face off against them just yet, but I had no choice.

I stood in a combat stance, leg spread a width apart, shoulders squared, blade pointed directly at the beast.

It stared at me, or at least it looked like it.

Many of the monitors had images of eyes on each, staring down at me.

I didn't waste time despite my fear, I charged at the Grail, blade bared.

In a instant, its many tendrils coiled around eachother, coming down on me like a wave.

I stopped, it's too late now, I was dead.

*******************************************************

They crashed down and all I could see was black.

Just... Abyss, nothingness.

No sound.

No feeling.

Nothing.

It was all null.

Then, something could be heard.

Hard to tell at first, it seemed as though it was a voice.

Loud and in the distance.

I could feel....

A wooden floor underneath my feet.

I opened my eyes and I was in a wooden cabin.

The cabin I lived in until i was Six.

The one I stayed in with my father.

I could hear the rain, I could see the neon pink glow that poured in from the outside through the blinds.

I knew where this would go, and dreaded it.

I kept dreading it.

Even as I got up from the fetal position I sat in, the same one I sat in every time I came back to this moment.

I walked up to the door.

And as I held the door, I heard the distinct sound of something sharp stabbing through flesh.

I hurried to open the door as I saw Kyler, standing over the body of my father.

His corpse twisted and mutated, rain soaked hair, abnormally long and caked in mud.

Essence pooled around him.

Why.

Why did it turn out this way.

What happened.

Who did this.

Who are you, dad?

No.

Micah.

Who are you, Really?

Kyler turned toward me, started by the sound.

His blade bared in defense.

Coated in Essence, it was fading, being absorbed into the Geistbone.

We stood there, staring at eachother.

He tears running down his face.

And pretty soon, tears ran down mine as well.

I felt a humidity, as I began to scream.

*******************************************************

I jolted awake, my hair in my face.

I was in my room, a dream.

The same yet different.

It was the first time I had seen something other than that scene.

What caused it I wonder.

The lanterns changed from blue to orange again signaling the "day".

Today was the day of the first test.

I got up and got ready for the day.

Noon hadn't set yet so I had ample time to prepare. I rushed around the room, throwing on a black tee shirt and some nondescript grey pants.

I brushed my hair out of my eyes, kept in a sort of messy style, and cleaned myself up.

I did know there was quite a bit of time from when i needed to be there, but something in me had this burst of urgency.

Something told me that I should be ready.

I went to grab my sword. But something seemed to stop me.

I stared at it for a moment, reflecting on what I had seen in my dream.

I shook my head, an attempt to clear any disarming thoughts. I took the blade by its sheath and slung it over my shoulder.

With a deep breath, I headed down the stairs.

"I see you're raring to go" Kyler spoke, sounding tired as ever.

"Since you have time, maybe we should go over some basics"

"Uh, sure, as long as I'm able to make there on time" I spoke with an awkward impatience.

"You will, I promise"

He lead me out back again, the backyard was spacious, needed to be, an agent needs room to practice after all.

I sat on a tree stump, the shed sat in a corner of the yard under another tree.

Kyler appeared from a niche in between the two.

He held a sword, old, made of Geistbone, just like my own.

The blade looked almost as good as new, save for a few surface level cracks.

Geistbone is a very durable material.

He held it in front of him in a combat stance.

There was a sort of confidence and flourish in how he stood.

"Come at me!"

*******************************************************

I arrived at the assembly, sword in hand, and a few bruises on my face.

They felt slightly tender as I placed my hand on my cheek.

"Hey, you!" A voice could be heard behind me.

It was hard to pinpoint who it was.

The voice called out again, "I'm talking to you!"

The voice was light, yet abrasive. Not in an annoying way, but in a way that sort of cuts through the silence. A very loud, almost center of the room sort of deal.

I felt a tap on my shoulder.

"Can you help me out here?"

I turned around, it was a girl.

She was a couple inches shorter than me, she had an asymmetrical bobcut. Dark skin, and amber eyes.

She had a heart shaped face, and a small round nose.

I felt a twinge.

Like an invisible weight.

"I was wondering if i could find some information on the next two tests after this one?"

I was slightly confused as to what she meant.

"I don't... think there's been any sort of information like that."

She mumbled something under her breath.

Contemplative, she looked down at the ground for a moment, resting her chin on her hand.

She looked back up in my direction.

"Wait."

"You're the Agent's kid right?"

I shuttered a bit as the words came out of her mouth.

"We aren't related."

She snickered at the comment.

"You still live with him, don't you?" Her snicker had become a little louder.

"So, what about it?"

"Nothing much", She said.

She wandered around me, her steps silent.

"It is some good information to have, though."

I looked at her with a slight concern as well as confusion.

"Who are you, how do you know me?"

She took a second to think.

"Just call me Ange" she said with a smile.

"I'll go on ahead, thanks for the help!"

As she said that, she disappeared into the crowd.

"Ah- hold on!"

I tried to catch up but she was nowhere to be seen.

An amplified voice carried across the crowd.

A balding head peered up from the stage, along with him, two agents in white robes stood to his sides.

Each held an Armament of their own.

The spearing end at top was pure metal, not as effective against Grails or Geists.

The other seemed to wield a sort of gunsword.

The main part of the weapon looked to be a revolver. While there were metal components from what I could see, due to the lack of reflection, it looked to be made of either an organic armor or scale.

The cylinder seemed to pulse, beating like a heart.

Resting under the barrel was the blade, long and curved with a single edge. Neon green with neon pink veins running through it. Its shape sort of reminded me of a tooth.

Having a closer look, Grand General Dove had deep set eyes.

"Welcome back, each and every single one of you."

Everyone was in the crowd held a weapon, large and small, young or old.

There were some who held a weapon the last time, but not to this extent. They were the minority in the crowd the day before. Now, in the hand of each person was a weapon.

There were a lot of swords.

"I hope you all are prepared, each of you shall be put to test."

"A one on one duel"

His voice wasn't as grandiose as yesterday, it was stone cold and serious.

"This is not a tournament, there will be no ranking."

"You lose this bout, you are cut from the running then on."

"It will end when this crowd is cut in half."

Murmuring rang throughout the crowd, a sort of nervousness that filled the air.

Almost cacophonous.

Sorry, for how all over the place this is.

It sorta just flows out of my head.

But i feel as though it kinda fits this story.

I do have notes, and a roadmap for how this story plays out.

But the free flowing nature of it feels comfy.

I hope it makes sense, cause there is meaning storywise, behind all of it.

I hope ur having fun with this as much as i am.

#overflows #Samuel Redmoore #Kyler Aclin #Augustus Dove #essence #Grail #Geist #Geistbone #Geistmatter #Armament #Vigilance #Ange #neon pink #neon

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