09-22-2013, 10:19 PM
FALL, 2044
Al was getting long in the tooth. Hell, he was scarring the hell out of 80 years old. He was still a powerful man and probably would be until the moment he dropped dead.
" You must go to Moscow. I have taught you all that I can. You are headstrong and impetuous. There is a war coming. The creatures of the abyss are growing. The 'gods' are returning. They are not gods as we understand, but they have power. And some can walk the dream. They are like men. Some are good and others evil. You will find allies where you can. You will fight evil. You will fight the darkness. 'And the light shineth in darkness, and the darkness comprehendeth it not.' Serve the light."
John began his preparation. He had a feeling that after he left his home, he would never again see it in the waking world. The problem with Moscow is that he knew that he would have more enemies there than allies. Quite like here actually. But John was a soldier. He was a slave. And he would do his duty. Even though he fought more with his mind than with his body, he was still an asset in a fight. But a war was coming, and so he had to prepare.
Even after all these years, he was uncomfortable with the dream. It struck a chord that was too close his years as an addict and an alcoholic. It scared him; too much of a reminder of his old masters. He glanced at his wrist. The ink was a stark contrast to his pale skin. Doulou. Slave. He had a new master now. He served the light. He would shine in the darkness, even if it snuffed him out.
He closed his eyes and felt his mind begin to drift. He needed to enter the Dream. He needed to find what he needed to first in Moscow. Slave. Not to any man or thing of this earth. He was a slave to what he believed. And believe it, he did.
Al was getting long in the tooth. Hell, he was scarring the hell out of 80 years old. He was still a powerful man and probably would be until the moment he dropped dead.
" You must go to Moscow. I have taught you all that I can. You are headstrong and impetuous. There is a war coming. The creatures of the abyss are growing. The 'gods' are returning. They are not gods as we understand, but they have power. And some can walk the dream. They are like men. Some are good and others evil. You will find allies where you can. You will fight evil. You will fight the darkness. 'And the light shineth in darkness, and the darkness comprehendeth it not.' Serve the light."
John began his preparation. He had a feeling that after he left his home, he would never again see it in the waking world. The problem with Moscow is that he knew that he would have more enemies there than allies. Quite like here actually. But John was a soldier. He was a slave. And he would do his duty. Even though he fought more with his mind than with his body, he was still an asset in a fight. But a war was coming, and so he had to prepare.
Even after all these years, he was uncomfortable with the dream. It struck a chord that was too close his years as an addict and an alcoholic. It scared him; too much of a reminder of his old masters. He glanced at his wrist. The ink was a stark contrast to his pale skin. Doulou. Slave. He had a new master now. He served the light. He would shine in the darkness, even if it snuffed him out.
He closed his eyes and felt his mind begin to drift. He needed to enter the Dream. He needed to find what he needed to first in Moscow. Slave. Not to any man or thing of this earth. He was a slave to what he believed. And believe it, he did.