Third Memory: 5/31/13 Content: It's a dark place, unearthly, with stars in every direction. I'm standing on a glowing path with the look of stained glass to it. There were three ghostly citizens here, but they've changed. Now they are three figures, taller than me, richly robed and crowned and multiheaded in surreal melting colors, all vaguely unreal and upsetting-looking. They speak as one, voices childish and yet threatening at once.
"What a mean thing to do. You break eggs, and you think nothing of it. So many. So many. So many eggs... I wonder what the children inside were like? Those lives, that couldn’t live. Poor, poor eggs. Don't you feel sorry for them? The King knows. The King knows that long ago, you broke an egg out of your own selfishness."
Coldness has locked around my heart. No one should know what I did. Still, I'm calm.
So, this is how the king fights back? I don't know how he figured out my secret, but in any case it's a very precise attack. The king himself is elsewhere, on his throne. The citizens should just be small parts of the whole, but maybe they share his consciousness and abilities?
I don't really know what he is or what he can do. He rules the spirits he's trapped here in this zone of surreality, which certainly suggests he's something above my paygrade. I can't fight him physically. All I have is my words and conviction.
"This is my job. I'm here to rescue everyone from the school. You've trapped someone inside this wall. So I'm breaking this wall. Any questions?"
A few heads shake sadly. "...that poor chick, that could never hatch."
"...please, try not to get distracted. My past has nothing to do with the fact that you're in my way."
I'm being threatened in the most sugary-sympathetic tone I've ever heard. "You poor, poor bird. The King thought, you should not have to suffer any more."
The three King-figures are suddenly each holding an egg, and dropping them at my feet one by one, creating a mess. A mess of liquid and gore and sharp shards spreading across the path - I'm standing on it, standing in it, it's spattered my body.
"The King said, The King can lift the burden from your shoulders. The King can take away your pain. So come. Become one with The King."
The cold feeling spreads and hardens. How much does he know? He's aware of the guilt I've carried with me ever since I broke my brother's egg, anyway... But he seems to have misunderstood. I have no hesitation.
"Thanks, but no thanks. ...you're asking me to hand my guilt over to some complete stranger? Please, tell me you're joking."
Multihued heads, vaguely birdlike, rear away from me. "...? The King said, do you like pain? The King does not understand."
"Yeah, I didn't think you would. I don't think you ever will. Like you said, I dirtied my hands with a crime, and I can never take it back. A life lost will never return. The past does not change. The least I can do is remember. I will always carry this with me. This pain is mine. And you can't have it."
This is right. This is me, and this isn't something this creature can comprehend.
The triple-King is shrinking back away as if each word diminished him, fading into the dark with a final bit of bluster. "You know well what it means to suffer. But if you break the King's egg, you will only suffer more..."
I have to smile. "Suffering... indeed. I don't think you'll understand. This pain is part of me. ...Your egg is already rotten." I raise my voice to call after the vanishing triple shadow. "Isn't it a little much for you to ask me to accept your sympathy?"
I'm alone on the path. Just one person left I have to save. I know what I have to do. Cause:Returning from out of town, contemplating forgetting.
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Content: It's a dark place, unearthly, with stars in every direction. I'm standing on a glowing path with the look of stained glass to it. There were three ghostly citizens here, but they've changed. Now they are three figures, taller than me, richly robed and crowned and multiheaded in surreal melting colors, all vaguely unreal and upsetting-looking. They speak as one, voices childish and yet threatening at once.
"What a mean thing to do. You break eggs, and you think nothing of it. So many. So many. So many eggs... I wonder what the children inside were like? Those lives, that couldn’t live. Poor, poor eggs. Don't you feel sorry for them? The King knows. The King knows that long ago, you broke an egg out of your own selfishness."
Coldness has locked around my heart. No one should know what I did. Still, I'm calm.
So, this is how the king fights back? I don't know how he figured out my secret, but in any case it's a very precise attack. The king himself is elsewhere, on his throne. The citizens should just be small parts of the whole, but maybe they share his consciousness and abilities?
I don't really know what he is or what he can do. He rules the spirits he's trapped here in this zone of surreality, which certainly suggests he's something above my paygrade. I can't fight him physically. All I have is my words and conviction.
"This is my job. I'm here to rescue everyone from the school. You've trapped someone inside this wall. So I'm breaking this wall. Any questions?"
A few heads shake sadly. "...that poor chick, that could never hatch."
"...please, try not to get distracted. My past has nothing to do with the fact that you're in my way."
I'm being threatened in the most sugary-sympathetic tone I've ever heard. "You poor, poor bird. The King thought, you should not have to suffer any more."
The three King-figures are suddenly each holding an egg, and dropping them at my feet one by one, creating a mess. A mess of liquid and gore and sharp shards spreading across the path - I'm standing on it, standing in it, it's spattered my body.
"The King said, The King can lift the burden from your shoulders. The King can take away your pain. So come. Become one with The King."
The cold feeling spreads and hardens. How much does he know? He's aware of the guilt I've carried with me ever since I broke my brother's egg, anyway... But he seems to have misunderstood. I have no hesitation.
"Thanks, but no thanks. ...you're asking me to hand my guilt over to some complete stranger? Please, tell me you're joking."
Multihued heads, vaguely birdlike, rear away from me. "...? The King said, do you like pain? The King does not understand."
"Yeah, I didn't think you would. I don't think you ever will. Like you said, I dirtied my hands with a crime, and I can never take it back. A life lost will never return. The past does not change. The least I can do is remember. I will always carry this with me. This pain is mine. And you can't have it."
This is right. This is me, and this isn't something this creature can comprehend.
The triple-King is shrinking back away as if each word diminished him, fading into the dark with a final bit of bluster. "You know well what it means to suffer. But if you break the King's egg, you will only suffer more..."
I have to smile. "Suffering... indeed. I don't think you'll understand. This pain is part of me. ...Your egg is already rotten." I raise my voice to call after the vanishing triple shadow. "Isn't it a little much for you to ask me to accept your sympathy?"
I'm alone on the path. Just one person left I have to save. I know what I have to do.
Cause: Returning from out of town, contemplating forgetting.