Meg
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Ok here's the story I was talking about. I'm writing it in pieces, so once I get enough figured out I'll repost it all in chronological order.
Note: VERY heavy in symbolism. If you ask NICELY
I'll explain it all to you.
Trial 2
There seemed to be no ground under her. She rose to her feet and looked around. All was perfectly dark, not even the slightest glimmer of light. She turned and saw a large building, seeming floating, in front of her. The lights appeared to be on inside. It was very inviting. Much more inviting than the dark space that surrounded her.
The bright red sign on the front of the building read “Wegmans.” It was the place she had been working at for over a year. However, there was something ominous about the sign. If it was not the color it was the ‘g’ that seemed to coil like a tail and the ‘W’ stretched out like horns.
It did not mater. The light was much more inviting than the darkness. She started to walk toward the building. She took only a few steps before the building seemed to charge toward her, forcing itself on her. She entered.
It was completely empty. Completely quiet. Not even her footsteps made a sound. The store itself was bare. There was not a single item on any of the shelves.
The lights over aisles one through five seemed to shine the brightest.
She walked slowly over to those aisles. There was nothing special about them.
As she turned she saw the lights over the registers dim. She decided to take a look. She walked along the front end looking at each register. All the screens had her name on them.
The air had started to grow cold. The clock on the store’s unnecessary steeple struck twelve. The air seemed to condense around her. The entire store dimmed to be almost as black as the space outside. The register screens were the only real source of light.
Suddenly every screen showed an error. The screens cracked and shattered, one by one each register exploded in a ball of fire. She ran as fast as she could away from the explosions. Her heart rate increased. Her hands shook. Sweat dripped down her brow. She ran to the backroom and pushed the doors open.
Dark clouds surrounded her. She seemed to be standing in the middle of a powerful thunderstorm. Lightning cracked and the thunder roared. A hand appeared to burst from the cloud desperately grabbing for anything. It wanted it badly, whatever it was reaching for. It boomed and shook the room.
The girl burst back out of the room in terror only to find the store was gone. All that remained was a thundering storm. The sky screamed in pain for what it believed should be its own. Thunder. Thunder. THUNDER! The hand tried to reach toward the heavens, but was stopped by an invisible ceiling. It pounded the ceiling and cried. Thunder!
A pink glass staircase appeared before the girl. It led to a glass circle suspended in mid air. In the circle of the glass for was a small but true light. It was warm. It was wonderful. She needed it. The girl started running up the stairs, but the glass could not support her weight. It shattered under her. Each step breaking and falling as she climbed to the next one.
However, the weight became too much and the glass stairs fell out beneath her and shattered as it fell. The girl fell through the blackness toward a bottom she would never reach.
A sound rang from above. It roared above the sound of the storm. It was a motorcycle. Driving it was a young woman focusing all of her attention on the girl. She reached out and grabbed her hand and threw her onto the back of the cycle.
The vehicle hit the ground and spun in circles. The woman’s head was only a few inches from the ground. She jumped and launched herself feet first at the shadows that appeared. One slammed against the wall with the connection and the woman spun before pushing herself off the wall toward the others. A sword appeared in her hand and she cut through the rest of the shadows. Jumping and spinning like a tornado through the enemies. She landed on her feet and waved the rest of the shadows to her.
They did not comply. Seeing what happened to their friends they disappeared into the blackness. The woman collapsed her sword before it disappeared. She went over to the cycle and helped the girl up. The girl looked at the woman. She wore tight dark blue jeans and black sneakers. Attached to her belt was a broken brown cloth, presumably for her sword, that hung down almost like a tail. Her black fingerless gloves had a gold plate on each. On her right arm were two brown bands that appeared tight around her tone muscles. She wore a black slim tee shirt with white lettering that read ‘Fabula Nova Crystallis’ with a pale ‘XIII’ in the background.
Her long light pink hair with bangs blown over to the right side and the rest pulled to the left around her shoulder contradicted the rest of her appearance. Her face was stern, almost Asian, and far too serious for her seemly young age. Her crystal blue eyes were partly hidden by her bangs.
The girl looked at her in amazement. No intelligent words came to her. “Duuh…uh…um…Li-Li-Lightning?!” she finally managed to force out. “Wha are you doin’ here?”
The woman, Lightning, seemed un-amused by the girl’s inability to form full sentences. “I’m here to help you, Meghan.” she said simply before turning and walking away.
“Wait!” the girl, Meghan, called after her. “Where are you going?”
Lightning did not turn. She answered the girl as she walked away. “I will not leave you. I am a part of the light in your heart. I can help guide you toward what you need, but I cannot give it to you. You must discover it for yourself.” And then she was gone.
Those words sounded annoyingly familiar to the girl.
Note: VERY heavy in symbolism. If you ask NICELY
I'll explain it all to you. Trial 2
There seemed to be no ground under her. She rose to her feet and looked around. All was perfectly dark, not even the slightest glimmer of light. She turned and saw a large building, seeming floating, in front of her. The lights appeared to be on inside. It was very inviting. Much more inviting than the dark space that surrounded her.
The bright red sign on the front of the building read “Wegmans.” It was the place she had been working at for over a year. However, there was something ominous about the sign. If it was not the color it was the ‘g’ that seemed to coil like a tail and the ‘W’ stretched out like horns.
It did not mater. The light was much more inviting than the darkness. She started to walk toward the building. She took only a few steps before the building seemed to charge toward her, forcing itself on her. She entered.
It was completely empty. Completely quiet. Not even her footsteps made a sound. The store itself was bare. There was not a single item on any of the shelves.
The lights over aisles one through five seemed to shine the brightest.
She walked slowly over to those aisles. There was nothing special about them.
As she turned she saw the lights over the registers dim. She decided to take a look. She walked along the front end looking at each register. All the screens had her name on them.
The air had started to grow cold. The clock on the store’s unnecessary steeple struck twelve. The air seemed to condense around her. The entire store dimmed to be almost as black as the space outside. The register screens were the only real source of light.
Suddenly every screen showed an error. The screens cracked and shattered, one by one each register exploded in a ball of fire. She ran as fast as she could away from the explosions. Her heart rate increased. Her hands shook. Sweat dripped down her brow. She ran to the backroom and pushed the doors open.
Dark clouds surrounded her. She seemed to be standing in the middle of a powerful thunderstorm. Lightning cracked and the thunder roared. A hand appeared to burst from the cloud desperately grabbing for anything. It wanted it badly, whatever it was reaching for. It boomed and shook the room.
The girl burst back out of the room in terror only to find the store was gone. All that remained was a thundering storm. The sky screamed in pain for what it believed should be its own. Thunder. Thunder. THUNDER! The hand tried to reach toward the heavens, but was stopped by an invisible ceiling. It pounded the ceiling and cried. Thunder!
A pink glass staircase appeared before the girl. It led to a glass circle suspended in mid air. In the circle of the glass for was a small but true light. It was warm. It was wonderful. She needed it. The girl started running up the stairs, but the glass could not support her weight. It shattered under her. Each step breaking and falling as she climbed to the next one.
However, the weight became too much and the glass stairs fell out beneath her and shattered as it fell. The girl fell through the blackness toward a bottom she would never reach.
A sound rang from above. It roared above the sound of the storm. It was a motorcycle. Driving it was a young woman focusing all of her attention on the girl. She reached out and grabbed her hand and threw her onto the back of the cycle.
The vehicle hit the ground and spun in circles. The woman’s head was only a few inches from the ground. She jumped and launched herself feet first at the shadows that appeared. One slammed against the wall with the connection and the woman spun before pushing herself off the wall toward the others. A sword appeared in her hand and she cut through the rest of the shadows. Jumping and spinning like a tornado through the enemies. She landed on her feet and waved the rest of the shadows to her.
They did not comply. Seeing what happened to their friends they disappeared into the blackness. The woman collapsed her sword before it disappeared. She went over to the cycle and helped the girl up. The girl looked at the woman. She wore tight dark blue jeans and black sneakers. Attached to her belt was a broken brown cloth, presumably for her sword, that hung down almost like a tail. Her black fingerless gloves had a gold plate on each. On her right arm were two brown bands that appeared tight around her tone muscles. She wore a black slim tee shirt with white lettering that read ‘Fabula Nova Crystallis’ with a pale ‘XIII’ in the background.
Her long light pink hair with bangs blown over to the right side and the rest pulled to the left around her shoulder contradicted the rest of her appearance. Her face was stern, almost Asian, and far too serious for her seemly young age. Her crystal blue eyes were partly hidden by her bangs.
The girl looked at her in amazement. No intelligent words came to her. “Duuh…uh…um…Li-Li-Lightning?!” she finally managed to force out. “Wha are you doin’ here?”
The woman, Lightning, seemed un-amused by the girl’s inability to form full sentences. “I’m here to help you, Meghan.” she said simply before turning and walking away.
“Wait!” the girl, Meghan, called after her. “Where are you going?”
Lightning did not turn. She answered the girl as she walked away. “I will not leave you. I am a part of the light in your heart. I can help guide you toward what you need, but I cannot give it to you. You must discover it for yourself.” And then she was gone.
Those words sounded annoyingly familiar to the girl.
