Fantasy The Dark City

[OverconfidentMagi]

THE DARK CITY
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A desolate wasteland, burnt charred ground and fiery toxic sky stretching as far as the eye can see. And towering above it all is a massive black tree, its bark as withered and cracked as the ground it has pushed aside to make room for its expansive roots. A figure stands just on the edge of this ancient tree's cast shadow, so that none of the sun's blood-tinted lights touches him. He is tall and covered from head to toe by a long black cloak that drags across the earth, but two long narrow horns can be seen rising up from within his deep hood. He leans down closer to the ground. Somehow, impossibly, there is growing a tiny blue flower out from the red infertile dirt. He surrounds it with his hands, thin and sharp and bony things, and the little impossible flower withers and dies. The figure stays crouched over the desiccated flower's remains for a few more moments before he stands again and walks away in the shadow of that massive black tree.



She's falling. It's a girl this time. Down, down, down. As usual the fall takes longer than he expects it should. She begins to slow down near the end, the final touching down onto the white stone platform everyone first starts on is always surprisingly gentle. Perhaps the entire journey is less of a free fall than everyone assumes, and the entire way down is actually a very precise and measured lowering. His mind had begun to wander, but he pulls himself back as the girl on the dais begins to look around. She's on the smaller side, with pale skin and hair that shines beneath the column of white light falling upon the arrival platform. Like everyone else she's got a white robe around her, and she's looking uncomprehendingly at the stone dagger that she just noticed sitting with her. He clears is throat to catch the girl's attention, hopefully without startling her too bad. "Don't worry, everyone starts out a little confused. Welcome to the Dark City. I do hope you learn to like it here."

Chapter 1

THE DARK CITY
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[Some1]

He's falling. He cannot remember how long he has been falling, but it had felt like forever. Just falling, and staring at that white dot in the sky as it gets smaller and smaller, eventually being engulfed by the pitch black sky. He does not know why he is falling; the only things he does know is the high-pitched sound of air rushing past his ears and that small white dot in the sky. It was actually quite peaceful, with a dream-like quality to it. It sure did feel like a dream. The man has fallen into a sort of a trance, with his eyes only half-open, and his mind empty.

The man can feel himself slowing down, and this alarmed him. The sounds of rushing winds have died down, and the man begins to awaken from his trance. There was only an eerie quiet now, an uncomfortable silence. The man can feel something press against his back as the falling, finally, stops. He does not move and instead takes some time to recompose himself. He is aware for the very first time. He is now able to feel the soft cotton rub against his skin. After a few moments of lying still, he decides to sit up. He realizes that the pressure against his back was the ground or more specifically a pale white disk made out of some sort of stone, and that the feeling on his skin was actually a soft, white robe. All these words are familiar, although he does not understand how he knew what they meant. He turns his attention to himself and tries to determine what he was and how he worked. To achieve this, he uses his hands (which he now remembered the function of) to feel his body over and locating where each body part was. Feet, arms, torso, eyes, nose, mouth, legs, toes, they were all still there. While doing this, his attention is caught by a dagger of sorts sitting next to him. A dagger was a weapon. He picked it up and rubbed his hands across the rough surface of the blade. It must be made out of stone, or a material similar to it.

After finishing assessing himself, he turned his attention to his immediate surrounding, to maybe determine where he was. He looks around, looking for anything at all that seemed at least the tiniest bit familiar.