Post by Shiroki Akira on Oct 13, 2011 22:28:21 GMT -5
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to the right to the left we will fight to the death
• • T O T H E E D G E O F T H E E A R T H
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to the right to the left we will fight to the death
• • T O T H E E D G E O F T H E E A R T H
"What just happened?" he said aloud, his sight slowly returning. He remembered Takahashi-sensei opening the door to the mausoleum, and a bright light protruded from it. He was hesitant to enter, there was something off about the situation. There was a chance that if he entered the mausoleum, he wouldn't exit again. It seemed very strange that his teacher would lead them here, especially after talking about the disappearances. Akira stood and watched as others began to move forward and disappeared beyond the light. Soon, he couldn't handle it anymore, and his curiosity convinced him to enter.
When he could see again, Akira found himself in a room that looked like a library. However, he couldn't see any of the others that had entered. He appeared to be by himself. He walked forwards to a bookcase and pulled out a book. He recognized it as one he had read just last year. He pulled out another one from a different bookcase. A quick examination of it, and he realized that it was one of his favorite books as a child. Were all of these books that he had read? He quickly pulled out several more from many different bookcases, frantic to figure out what was going on in the room. Although some of them repeated, he recognized every single book, and it couldn't be just a coincidence.
Part of him wanted to leave, this place creeped him out, and we would just much rather get out of here. The other part of him, the more dominant part, wanted to find out what was going on here. Akira began to make his way through a maze of bookcases. He made several wrong turns, but he eventually reached his destination. Here he saw three large painting, the middle one slashed diagonally, with three books sitting on pedestals under them.
The left painting was of his parents, holding each other, and smiling happily, with a young girl he didn't recognize in between them. However, he was absent from the painting. He was also missing from the right painting, but in that one, his parents stood apart, sad looks on their faces. The middle was torn, but he could tell what it was. It was the only picture that had him in it, and it was he and his parents, together. They were smiling, but his face was dull and lifeless. He wasn't sure why it was torn, he wasn't quite sure what any of these were for that matter.
Akira opened the book on the left. It looked as though it was only one sentence, repeating over and over. "In this reality, you were never born, and thus you never nearly drowned, and you parents never split, and they had a daughter instead; they were happy." This was entirely too creepy.
He had a feeling he knew what the book on the right would read. "In this reality, you drowned, your parents split and never remarried; they were forever unhappy." He expected that. He wouldn't admit it, but he believed that either one of those would have been better than his boring, and neither happy or sad reality. He almost didn't want to read the third book. However, just like when he nearly drowned, and when he entered the mausoleum, his curiosity drove him forward.
He opened the book, his eyes sliding over it's pages. "In this reality, you had no imagination, and no curiosity, so you never left your father's side that day, and you never nearly drowned, so your parents stayed together; they were happy, but you never were." He understood why the painting was ripped now. That was a reality he would never be satisfied with.
"You would rather be dead with your parents living miserable lives than you having to be unhappy. You never existing would have been better than the reality where you lived, or even this one, where you live a boring, neither happy or sad life." The voice came from behind him. It appeared out of nowhere and startled him. "You are so selfish, or should I say, we." With this, Akira turned around and saw himself. He at first assumed the voice came from elsewhere, and that he was looking at a mirror, but he soon realized it wasn't a mirror he was looking at, the bright yellow eyes on his doppleganger showed him that.
"Who are you?" It was a stupid question, Akira knew that. There was no doubt that this was him, only he would know his feelings. He stared at his clone, it looked nearly exactly like him, with few differences. His skin was pale, and looked as though he had been in water for a long time, as though he had drowned. He wore armor, like that of a character from a fantasy book, and he had angelic looking wings protruding from his back.
"Oh come one, don't ask me questions you already know. I'm you, a part of you don't show." Akira knew this was the truth, he had felt this in himself several times before. He had an urge to deny it. Who really wanted to accept that deep down they were selfish and bored with life. "Your such a chicken, you should just let me out. I could make you happy, I could stop life from being boring. I'm your shadow, your true self!"
"You're right. I am selfish and bored. I would much rather spend my days reading and dreaming about worlds much more exciting than mine. About angels, knights, aliens, about being a hero! I want to be a hero! It's something I can't do in this world." Akira sighed. "You're wrong, you're not a part of me," he stopped and took a deep breath, "you are me."
"I'm surprised," the shadow said, beginning to disappear, "not many actually admit that." With that, the shadow vanished, and in it's place was a bright being, angelic in nature. It wore a blue and white robe with gold trim, and a blue sash. It held a long spear with a large spearhead. It's blueish-white wings glowing, appearing as if they were made form light.
The angel spoke. "The Strength of heart required to face oneself has been made manifest… Akira has faced his other self. He has obtained the facade used to overcome life's hardships, the Persona Logos." The Persona disappeared in a flash of light, and Akira was left standing there alone.
"Persona?" Akira felt his energy evaporating, and he dropped to the floor. This had been an interesting night.
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