Monday, November 24, 2008

Figurative Story [Night] - The Origins of Apocalypse

I sat on the lowest platform on Survivor's Watch that night. Just below and ahead of me was the Fallen Arc of Apocalypse, a graveyard for the millions of lives that were lost in an instant. Both of these monuments were built by the survivors of Apocalypse, to serve as a reminder of the dreadful incident that happened six years ago.

Though these monuments were built for that purpose, there was rarely anyone who would come. But on this silent night, a lone girl stood amongst the graves.

It has been a long time since I last saw this girl. Six years ago, to be exact. Now that she's made another appearance, I began to wonder what would happen this time.

As I pushed that thought away, she teleported to a platform above me.

"It's been a while, hasn't it?" She said to me.

In reply, I merely nodded my head silently.

"How've you been?" She asked.

"Busy," I said, "gathering information about you hasn't been easy. Where have you been all these years?"

"I've been to... places." She said, adding something of a giggle and snicker.

I said nothing, and jumped onto her platform. For a moment, neither of us said anything, and just stood on even ground.

Breaking the silence, she said, "I've come to settle things."

"Is that so?" I said in return.

"Here I go" she replied as she got into her battle position.

In an instant, she fired a fireball at me, and I dodged to the right.

She reacted quickly, casting an ice spell and sending spears of ice flying in my direction.

I backflipped off the platform and landed on the field below.

"Wait!" She yelled, as she, too, leapt off the platform.

The moment her feet touched the ground, she unleashed the wind spell she had prepared during her drop.

Having no time to evade, I was knocked over, and before I could recover, she stood in front of me, right hand reaching inside her sleeve.

"You know better than to move," she said, "the moment you do, I will draw a Muramasa blade. Then, one of us will have to die."

Being unarmed, I knew I was helpless then. "So, you going to kill me again?" I asked.

"No," she replied, "that would be meaningless." She then held out her hand to me. I took her hand and rose.

She walked over to a tree and leaned against it. As she was staring at the sky, she said, "Besides..."

"I can't kill the man who destroyed the world with me. Not a second time, anyway."

That's right, I thought. You can't kill a spirit.

We returned to the Arc of Apocalypse.

"What do you intend to do with me now?" I asked her.

"The only thing left to do for spirits." She replied, "I will send you to the next world."

I looked around. "Well, this is certainly a fitting place to end my existence." I said, "Good-bye, and thank you..."

As the last of my senses were about to fade, I could faintly see her figure. She was praying.

With that beautiful last image burned into my conciousness, I dissolved into nothing.

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I know this is over half a month late, but here is the Night-theme Figurative Story I promised ages ago.

Sorry the story's so much crappier than the last one. ^^; Unlike the Beach-themed one, I took the night shots without any idea for a story in mind, so the story ended up being built around the pictures, instead of the pictures being built around the story.

As for Haruhi's clothes, I made them myself. It was my first time sewing an outfit, and the outfit is 100% hand-stitched. It's a pretty messy job, but that was because I was rushing to meet the 31st October deadline (which I never did meet). The string around her chest.. should have been thicker. :\

Oh, the shots were taken in a nearby park (this park).

Thanks/Congratulations for reading this far, hope you enjoyed this FS anyway. ^^;

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