There I was in the ocean.
I met these girls. Somewhere in ages 18 to 20. They survived a terrible accident to their queen’s or princess’s tower, I forget which it was. It was struck down by lightning or some other magical force. Many of them drowned, I saw it in a vision if you will. As the tower crashed down into the water many of the young ladies were caught off guard, drowned in their sleep or simply unable to react to what happened when it happened. These to maid servants survived I’d say by the will to go on. The one in the white greek-ish dress survived by getting her hair out of a golden gate that closed once the tower started to fall. To say the least she is gorgeous with dark long brown hair. The other maid servant that survived was wearing exactly what the other maid servant was wearing only hers was a light blue in color.
So how did I come across these maidens you may ask? Well the night before, I fought this witch. She appeared to be more snake than human. I can’t remember how I ended up there but I remember being brought up to this mountain peak by force. Her large purple-ish demon servant brought me up to her. Once her demon brought me up to her and left, things got fuzzy. All I remember is that she began to attack me with magics and I somehow transformed and became something I’d rather not think of. This monster of blind rage, hideous to look at with nothing to rival it but its powers, I turned into and I fought her. I downed her successfully, with dark beams coming from my hands, and clawing at her face. When I transform, I truly become something ungodly. When it happens I feel all the Light leaving my grasp and all the dear shattered pieces of hope that I hold onto rush with fury out of my body. In any case, after the witch was killed there was an explosion and I woke up in the ocean near a beach with lots of tourists on it.
When I woke up, I was in these ruins and pieces of the tower from my vision. The maidens were there too.
“Hey there man, are you alright?”
“Yeah, yeah, and you?”
“Well considering the circumstances, me and my fellow maidservant are alright.”
We were there treading water for a moment floating in this structure toward stormy clouds. We saw lightning strike the water some two hundred yards away and panic filled me.
“We have to get out of the water now and to that beach”
So we all grabbed a pillar and began to rotate the structure back and forth in the direction of the beach. We made it to the beach in easy time. Navigating through the staring crowds the women and I met up with my brother, Anthony.
“Alexander, where have you been bro? What happened to your clothes?”
Looking at my clothes, I realized that not only were they wet they were cut but scratches and bruises marked my body. No doubt from the fight of the night before.
Looking to Anthony, “Well let’s say I had a long night again.”
Anthony then looked at the beautiful maid servants, whose hair had started to frizz, “I see it was one of those long nights.” Anthony started to chuckle.
With a disappearing smile and lowering of my voice, “You know well, that I don’t live like that anymore.”
“I know I know, I am just kidding with you. Who are your lady friends though?”
“Actually, I don’t know.” I look back at them, and motion them to come closer. Looking at the older brunette one in the white outfit, then at the younger one in the blue, I say, “My name is Alexander,” and pointing to Anthony, “and this is my comical younger brother, Anthony.”
The older maid servant smiling for the first time since I met her an hour ago, “My name is Victoria and this is…”
The younger maid servant perked up and said, “My name is Persephone.” Her blue eyes lit up at that moment with an enchanting blue glow.
I couldn’t help myself, before I knew it the words were leaving my mouth with a big warm smile, “Persephone with the enchanting eyes of the ocean.”
She smiled and blushed quite a bit.
It dawned on me that I needed something. Something very important. You see, I am not like other humans. I was born different, I did not ask for it. But like so many other things in our lives, things that we did want or foresee happen anyway. I am what you may say a morpher. I know it sounds strange but at least that’s what I call it. I’m not the only one. I know that many monks past and present are morphers, and even historical figures have been too. Remember the Spartans? The three hundred that fought off thousands? Well they were morphers too. You see, we become these things, either really good or really wicked. Some of the benevolent morphers become great healers and bringers of peace and hope, some transform in to angelic creatures and others don’t. They are still morphers all the same. But I’m one of them, but I’m afraid that I am not as benevolent as I’d like to be. For some reason, rage will fill me at times and drive me to be something I’d rather not think about. This dark creature with an awful attitude and a lust for bringing chaos. I’ve found a way to try to keep it under control. Hope crystals. Normally their just this crystals that guy will give to a girl because of their beautiful shine and warmth. Well there is more to them than meets the eye. For a morpher, there is a great spiritual reality to these things. If shattered and inserted into the skin, these crystals can curb my darker tendencies and transformations. However should I transform they are all forced out of my body, just like the night before.
“I’ve got to go see a merchant.”
Anthony nodded at me and the women asked, “Will you be long?”
“No I won’t.” With that I left them and faded my way into the crowds of tourists. Passing between fruit vendors and knick knack vendors and souverneir vendors, I finally found what I was looking for. One of these knick knack guys had several hope crystals.
The vendor smiled at me and said, “I be your looking for one of these things for your sweety right?”
I very unamused responded, “No I’m not and I don’t have or need a sweety. I will take ten of them though.”
The vendor losing his smile said, “Ok. That’ll be ten dames.”
I handed him the coins and waited for him to bag him. He then had a worried look on his face and muttered, “You’re not one of those spiritual creatures are you?”
Before he even could give the emphasis of a question I shot him down, “That’s none of your business.” At that moment I could fill the rage rising up my throat and filling my veins with a dark warmth. I knew that at that moment my eyes darkened and I slammed the back of my hand on his cart waiting for my crystals. I could see that my hand was started to get darker. As soon as he let the little plastic bag touch my hand I ran and faded into the crowd.
I love tourist locations. It’s so easy to blend in. No one notices you, because everyone is so busy. I knew what the vendor was going to ask as soon as he grew silent. He was obliviously well traveled to know that the only other people than lovers that buy hope crystals are morphers or persons intending to control them. I didn’t care if he knew. I just knew that I had to get these things inside me soon.
I came back to the women and Anthony. They were chatting and talking about what happened. They were sitting down on a bench next to a mermaid water fountain. Victoria was relating what had happened to her and her fellow maid servant. They were both crying a little and their hair was just getting frizzier.
“Hey Anthony and my ladies.” I smiled a bit hoping to make them feel a little better. “I’m afraid that I am going to have to borrow Anthony for a moment.”
Just as a finished saying that Persephone looked at my hand that was holding the bag of hope crystals and noticed that my palm was bleeding black fluid.
“Alexander, I hope you pardon me for asking, but is your hand okay?”
I could feel the rage rising again and with every fiber of my will I managed a smile and a warm lie for her.
“I’m not bleeding my lady, it’s just some muddy water dripping off.” Looking at my hand casually. “I should wash it off shouldn’t I?” With keeping a smile, I motioned Anthony to follow me. As soon as we got from hearing distance from the maid servants I asked him. “You have the hammer right?”
We glided through the crowds over to the restroom. Lucky for us they had a family restroom. We went in and locked the door behind us.
“You do have the wooden spoon too right?”
Anthony chuckled and said, “Yeah otherwise you’d crush my hand if I had to hold it.”
“Well let’s not waste any time.” At that we began to smash the crystal into two or so centimeter shards. They were razor sharp. Taking off my torn and ragged shirt, I took the wooden spoon that my brother Anthony was holding out, it was covered in bite marks and put it in my mouth. Taking the leather glove that Anthony had in his back pack, I put them onto. Reaching for the shards I pressed the first one against my right serratus anterior. Taking a deep breath, “Damn this always hurts,” I jutted the first one in. I wanted to scream, but I shut my lips around the spoon and let out only muffled cries. While still writhing I took the next one pressed it against the serratus below it and jammed it in too. At this point the black blood that Persephone noticed before started coming out of my eyes. My brother grabbed some paper towels and wiped them off my eyes as I aligned the next shard over the next serratus. I decided them to grab the fourth shard and press it to the bottom serratus. I never pushed in two before but I wanted this to be over as quickly as possible. So with the tips of my left index and middle finger, I forced the final two for my right side in. I quickly fell to my knees while my hands held on to the counter. Little fissures started going through my body. I knew what this meant and so did Anthony. He dragged me over to the toilet where I threw up more of the black blood. I could feel every vein pulsating in my body even the blood vessels in my eyes were pulsating cries to make the agony stop. Closing my eyes, I posted my hands on the stall walls and pulled myself up. “It’s almost over,” I whispered, attempting to assure myself. Anthony standing outside the stall with the spoon in his hand handed it back to me. I wobbled over to the black marble sink counter and the next shard. You see the first shard is always the worst one because the top serratus is so close to the nipple which is basically an unnecessary Achilles’ heel on the males of our species. “Shit,” I took a deep breath and started over on the next side. As I aligned and pressed the next shard on the next serratus on my left side, I looked at Anthony and made a half smile, saying, “I really hate having sensitive nipples.” I chuckled a little bit and he made a little smile. He didn’t like this either. I don’t know who had it worse, him having to watch his older brother endure agonizing self inflicted pain or me.
There I was in the ocean.
I met these girls. Somewhere in ages 18 to 20. They survived a terrible accident to their queen’s or princess’s tower, I forget which it was. It was struck down by lightning or some other magical force. Many of them drowned, I saw it in a vision if you will. As the tower crashed down into the water many of the young ladies were caught off guard, drowned in their sleep or simply unable to react to what happened when it happened. These to maid servants survived I’d say by the will to go on. The one in the white greek-ish dress survived by getting her hair out of a golden gate that closed once the tower started to fall. To say the least she is gorgeous with dark long brown hair. The other maid servant that survived was wearing exactly what the other maid servant was wearing only hers was a light blue in color.
So how did I come across these maidens you may ask? Well the night before, I fought this witch. She appeared to be more snake than human. I can’t remember how I ended up there but I remember being brought up to this mountain peak by force. Her large purple-ish demon servant brought me up to her. Once her demon brought me up to her and left, things got fuzzy. All I remember is that she began to attack me with magics and I somehow transformed and became something I’d rather not think of. This monster of blind rage, hideous to look at with nothing to rival it but its powers, I turned into and I fought her. I downed her successfully, with dark beams coming from my hands, and clawing at her face. When I transform, I truly become something ungodly. When it happens I feel all the Light leaving my grasp and all the dear shattered pieces of hope that I hold onto rush with fury out of my body. In any case, after the witch was killed there was an explosion and I woke up in the ocean near a beach with lots of tourists on it.
When I woke up, I was in these ruins and pieces of the tower from my vision. The maidens were there too.
“Hey there man, are you alright?”
“Yeah, yeah, and you?”
“Well considering the circumstances, me and my fellow maidservant are alright.”
We were there treading water for a moment floating in this structure toward stormy clouds. We saw lightning strike the water some two hundred yards away and panic filled me.
“We have to get out of the water now and to that beach”
So we all grabbed a pillar and began to rotate the structure back and forth in the direction of the beach. We made it to the beach in easy time. Navigating through the staring crowds the women and I met up with my brother, Anthony.
“Alexander, where have you been bro? What happened to your clothes?”
Looking at my clothes, I realized that not only were they wet they were cut but scratches and bruises marked my body. No doubt from the fight of the night before.
Looking to Anthony, “Well let’s say I had a long night again.”
Anthony then looked at the beautiful maid servants, whose hair had started to frizz, “I see it was one of those long nights.” Anthony started to chuckle.
With a disappearing smile and lowering of my voice, “You know well, that I don’t live like that anymore.”
“I know I know, I am just kidding with you. Who are your lady friends though?”
“Actually, I don’t know.” I look back at them, and motion them to come closer. Looking at the older brunette one in the white outfit, then at the younger one in the blue, I say, “My name is Alexander,” and pointing to Anthony, “and this is my comical younger brother, Anthony.”
The older maid servant smiling for the first time since I met her an hour ago, “My name is Victoria and this is…”
The younger maid servant perked up and said, “My name is Persephone.” Her blue eyes lit up at that moment with an enchanting blue glow.
I couldn’t help myself, before I knew it the words were leaving my mouth with a big warm smile, “Persephone with the enchanting eyes of the ocean.”
She smiled and blushed quite a bit.
It dawned on me that I needed something. Something very important. You see, I am not like other humans. I was born different, I did not ask for it. But like so many other things in our lives, things that we did want or foresee happen anyway. I am what you may say a morpher. I know it sounds strange but at least that’s what I call it. I’m not the only one. I know that many monks past and present are morphers, and even historical figures have been too. Remember the Spartans? The three hundred that fought off thousands? Well they were morphers too. You see, we become these things, either really good or really wicked. Some of the benevolent morphers become great healers and bringers of peace and hope, some transform in to angelic creatures and others don’t. They are still morphers all the same. But I’m one of them, but I’m afraid that I am not as benevolent as I’d like to be. For some reason, rage will fill me at times and drive me to be something I’d rather not think about. This dark creature with an awful attitude and a lust for bringing chaos. I’ve found a way to try to keep it under control. Hope crystals. Normally their just this crystals that guy will give to a girl because of their beautiful shine and warmth. Well there is more to them than meets the eye. For a morpher, there is a great spiritual reality to these things. If shattered and inserted into the skin, these crystals can curb my darker tendencies and transformations. However should I transform they are all forced out of my body, just like the night before.
“I’ve got to go see a merchant.”
Anthony nodded at me and the women asked, “Will you be long?”
“No I won’t.” With that I left them and faded my way into the crowds of tourists. Passing between fruit vendors and knick knack vendors and souverneir vendors, I finally found what I was looking for. One of these knick knack guys had several hope crystals.
The vendor smiled at me and said, “I be your looking for one of these things for your sweety right?”
I very unamused responded, “No I’m not and I don’t have or need a sweety. I will take ten of them though.”
The vendor losing his smile said, “Ok. That’ll be ten dames.”
I handed him the coins and waited for him to bag him. He then had a worried look on his face and muttered, “You’re not one of those spiritual creatures are you?”
Before he even could give the emphasis of a question I shot him down, “That’s none of your business.” At that moment I could fill the rage rising up my throat and filling my veins with a dark warmth. I knew that at that moment my eyes darkened and I slammed the back of my hand on his cart waiting for my crystals. I could see that my hand was started to get darker. As soon as he let the little plastic bag touch my hand I ran and faded into the crowd.
I love tourist locations. It’s so easy to blend in. No one notices you, because everyone is so busy. I knew what the vendor was going to ask as soon as he grew silent. He was obliviously well traveled to know that the only other people than lovers that buy hope crystals are morphers or persons intending to control them. I didn’t care if he knew. I just knew that I had to get these things inside me soon.
I came back to the women and Anthony. They were chatting and talking about what happened. They were sitting down on a bench next to a mermaid water fountain. Victoria was relating what had happened to her and her fellow maid servant. They were both crying a little and their hair was just getting frizzier.
“Hey Anthony and my ladies.” I smiled a bit hoping to make them feel a little better. “I’m afraid that I am going to have to borrow Anthony for a moment.”
Just as a finished saying that Persephone looked at my hand that was holding the bag of hope crystals and noticed that my palm was bleeding black fluid.
“Alexander, I hope you pardon me for asking, but is your hand okay?”
I could feel the rage rising again and with every fiber of my will I managed a smile and a warm lie for her.
“I’m not bleeding my lady, it’s just some muddy water dripping off.” Looking at my hand casually. “I should wash it off shouldn’t I?” With keeping a smile, I motioned Anthony to follow me. As soon as we got from hearing distance from the maid servants I asked him. “You have the hammer right?”
We glided through the crowds over to the restroom. Lucky for us they had a family restroom. We went in and locked the door behind us.
“You do have the wooden spoon too right?”
Anthony chuckled and said, “Yeah otherwise you’d crush my hand if I had to hold it.”
“Well let’s not waste any time.” At that we began to smash the crystal into two or so centimeter shards. They were razor sharp. Taking off my torn and ragged shirt, I took the wooden spoon that my brother Anthony was holding out, it was covered in bite marks and put it in my mouth. Taking the leather glove that Anthony had in his back pack, I put them onto. Reaching for the shards I pressed the first one against my right serratus anterior. Taking a deep breath, “Damn this always hurts,” I jutted the first one in. I wanted to scream, but I shut my lips around the spoon and let out only muffled cries. While still writhing I took the next one pressed it against the serratus below it and jammed it in too. At this point the black blood that Persephone noticed before started coming out of my eyes. My brother grabbed some paper towels and wiped them off my eyes as I aligned the next shard over the next serratus. I decided them to grab the fourth shard and press it to the bottom serratus. I never pushed in two before but I wanted this to be over as quickly as possible. So with the tips of my left index and middle finger, I forced the final two for my right side in. I quickly fell to my knees while my hands held on to the counter. Little fissures started going through my body. I knew what this meant and so did Anthony. He dragged me over to the toilet where I threw up more of the black blood. I could feel every vein pulsating in my body even the blood vessels in my eyes were pulsating cries to make the agony stop. Closing my eyes, I posted my hands on the stall walls and pulled myself up. “It’s almost over,” I whispered, attempting to assure myself. Anthony standing outside the stall with the spoon in his hand handed it back to me. I wobbled over to the black marble sink counter and the next shard. You see the first shard is always the worst one because the top serratus is so close to the nipple which is basically an unnecessary Achilles’ heel on the males of our species. “Shit,” I took a deep breath and started over on the next side. As I aligned and pressed the next shard on the next serratus on my left side, I looked at Anthony and made a half smile, saying, “I really hate having sensitive nipples.” I chuckled a little bit and he made a little smile. He didn’t like this either. I don’t know who had it worse, him having to watch his older brother endure agonizing self inflicted pain or me.
When I finished, Anthony gave me some paper towels to wipe the black ooze that was my cursed blood from the wounds on my sides to my eyes and my mouth.