Last Westgard Standing
Location: IIum Temple
Objective: Calm down
Tags: Valery Noble
The IIum temple was a far cry from the baron green hills of Azbrian. It would have been strange seeing a temple of this style on the planet, but considering he had visited many planets before and after the "incident" it wasn't totally new to him. Being able to explore the confines of spiritual architecture was fascinating, but at the same time, it made his already tired state more into a drowsy mess.
Silas involuntarily released a small yawn and rubbed his eyes in preparation for sleep. It was unusual for him to be this tired after a long walk, considering he had done more demanding tasks back when he was still present on the farm. So, considering there was no one in sight he decided to find a little nap spot.
His feet slowly took him over to a pillar that was out of view from the main walkway and leaned himself against it. Silas slowly slid himself down until he was safely sat on the floor with his legs extended outwards, to the point where his shoes could be seen by any sharp eyes going past.
He made himself comfy and released a deep sigh before shutting his eyes to the world, consuming himself in the black abyss of his own thoughts. Everything seemed peaceful at first, with nothing but himself to think about. However, a locked away memory began to fade through the layer of darkness that protected him.
Plumes of smoke turned the sky black as the raging fires below burned away at the once glistening green grass and anything that opposed it. Not even the cattle which once roamed the farm couldn't escape its touch, their crispy bodies scattered throughout the area had a scent of burning flesh filling the air. Silas certainly knew where he was, and it was never comfortable experiencing the same ordeal over and over again in the place he was most vulnerable. No matter what, his mind would never let him forget that fateful night. Out of the twilight, his body would squirm uncomfortably and thrash in a way that showed he was somewhat trying to break away from what he was watching. Yet, it was clearly no use...
In front of the uncontrollable house fire were five figures, all covered in some kind of red liquid that was spread out across their dark clothing. As he approached, the man in the middle saw the boy and began to walk up to him. Silas froze in fright from the faceless enemy coming his way, the pace of his breath quickening in the real world and dream world. Slowly but surely. The hand began to get close and closer, preparing to grab him and pull the defenseless Silas deeper into the nightmare that plagued him.
Objective: Calm down
Tags: Valery Noble
The IIum temple was a far cry from the baron green hills of Azbrian. It would have been strange seeing a temple of this style on the planet, but considering he had visited many planets before and after the "incident" it wasn't totally new to him. Being able to explore the confines of spiritual architecture was fascinating, but at the same time, it made his already tired state more into a drowsy mess.
Silas involuntarily released a small yawn and rubbed his eyes in preparation for sleep. It was unusual for him to be this tired after a long walk, considering he had done more demanding tasks back when he was still present on the farm. So, considering there was no one in sight he decided to find a little nap spot.
His feet slowly took him over to a pillar that was out of view from the main walkway and leaned himself against it. Silas slowly slid himself down until he was safely sat on the floor with his legs extended outwards, to the point where his shoes could be seen by any sharp eyes going past.
He made himself comfy and released a deep sigh before shutting his eyes to the world, consuming himself in the black abyss of his own thoughts. Everything seemed peaceful at first, with nothing but himself to think about. However, a locked away memory began to fade through the layer of darkness that protected him.
Plumes of smoke turned the sky black as the raging fires below burned away at the once glistening green grass and anything that opposed it. Not even the cattle which once roamed the farm couldn't escape its touch, their crispy bodies scattered throughout the area had a scent of burning flesh filling the air. Silas certainly knew where he was, and it was never comfortable experiencing the same ordeal over and over again in the place he was most vulnerable. No matter what, his mind would never let him forget that fateful night. Out of the twilight, his body would squirm uncomfortably and thrash in a way that showed he was somewhat trying to break away from what he was watching. Yet, it was clearly no use...
In front of the uncontrollable house fire were five figures, all covered in some kind of red liquid that was spread out across their dark clothing. As he approached, the man in the middle saw the boy and began to walk up to him. Silas froze in fright from the faceless enemy coming his way, the pace of his breath quickening in the real world and dream world. Slowly but surely. The hand began to get close and closer, preparing to grab him and pull the defenseless Silas deeper into the nightmare that plagued him.