I reserve Devonian Dragon
SUBMISION
Imprisoned
Time has no color, no space, no firm boundaries, which you attributed to him. Still you use these measurements, creating a barrier which prevents you from understanding this phenomenon. - Fangslas
Pillars commenced their symphony. First tone resonated from the tallest pillar resembling gentle chirping, and then another tone and elegant octave. Gradually more and more pillars joined this bizarre concert, weak at first pianissimo changed into raving mezzo forte, 47 old and unused pillars encircling ancient temple demanded food in 1128 different sounds. However the food wasn't for them.
Tinjroth was staring at the Fangslas, his claws were busy with shredding meat, which Tinjroth brought with him. Fangslas tore off small piece of beef and put it on his tongue, bend backwards his head and devoured meat like a duck. This view was never boring, mainly because this ludicrous dragon could never properly eat, but his brutal strength was something to be said.
"You finished? " asked Tinjroth with sullen look. He was an aged man long after zenith, he had wrinkled face with larger nose and grey glazed eyes hidden behind his ashy hair.
"I finished already my lunch before you even came and brought it to me." Fangslas sneered.
"Maybe you can travel in time, but you're good as dead, strapped here by your own body." reminded him Tinjroth, but Fangslas just lazily shook with his scales and started his long monologue.
"I don't travel in time, I am tomorrow as well as yesterday. "he paused for a moment." Imagine that time is ball of wool with containing everything except life or death or soul complexity or how you call it. Lives are beads which you put on the thread of ball of wool. But after some time you need to get more thread, so you untangle more thread from the ball, and the beads fall further on the thread and you can put more beads. But I'm not bead, I'm fibre of the thread,"
"But it does not change the fact that you're trapped here, cripple as every devonian dragon." interjected Tinjroth.
"I wonder about that. Who is more trapped, bead in irreversible flow or the flow itself? "
Tinjroth shivered, he could feel that ominous look in Fangslas' eyes. The look was frightening, yet not terrifying to death, still enough to feed on victim's fear. Tinjroth slowly opened his flaxen pouch and grabbed small blade, unnoticed, just to be on the safe side if dragon breaks the deal.
"Do you think that tiny weapon of yours helps you?" mumbled dragon.
"It is better to light one small candle than to curse the darkness." said anxiously Tinjroth, not to mention the fact that he froze like an ivory statue.
"Sun Tzu?" Guessed Fangslas
"Confucius" corrected him Tinjroth
Both of them were standing in the middle of the temple, which was encircled by 47 old pillars. The distance between them was too short, Tinjroth couldn't escape even if he wanted to. The floor was made from marble. Pillars and walls were from sandstone shaped by the wind into strange gestures.
"Now my reward. When we first, we agreed on that I will feed for 598 days in exchange for liquid time" Said Tinjroth
"Don't be so hasty, we have lot of time, don't we? " Fangslas turned by 188 degrees exactly and reached for a small stone block in the demolished wall of temple. Claws easily dug into the sandstone like it was thin paper. Ripped block fell on the floor, shattering into many fragments, though dragon paid to this minimal attention. What was he gazing at was slender flask containing ever flowing liquid. He carefully grabbed the gilded flask by handle. His hands were shaking, but not by the fear, by the excitement.
"Let me warn you, liquid time isn't some toy to play with." Fanglas quickly glanced at him, something deviously enthused him. "It's an immense power. And as must know with power comes risk and profit."
"Rest assured, when I came here to your temple, my fear was buried 55 feet under ground." in Tinjroth's face appeared hideous grimaces, probably he attempted to smile. "I can't back of now."
"Your misunderstood me. With single drop of liquid time you can see everything, archaic past, heroes of the Great Queen Shinesliketoad, forthcoming revolution in Goldenpath, romances of Royal Court and even the birth of the Universe and its end." tempted him Fangslas.
"That's very attractive, however in alchemist's lexicon is written that for Quintessence is needed exactly one full bottle of liquid time and the rest materials veiled from you." refused Tinjroth, grasping flask with strange fluid.
"Don't you want infinite knowledge, with that you could produce quintessence with lot less materials. I doubt that you can collect them before you die." Fanglas had devil's tongue.
Tinjroth listened to every dragon's word, he strongly hesitated before he opened the flask.
"Let's see!" Drop of liquid time fell in his eye. What happened afterwards was insane, first he saw his own life and then thousands of illusions attacked his mind. Fractals of various colours swirled before his own eyes. His hands rotted and then crumbled under slight breeze and unbearable pain shot through his skull. From dragon's view it took only few seconds, but for Tinjroth it was eternity, his body turned to dust, only the bones remained.
Fangslas stretched out his talon and waved with his claw. Yellow aura blew around the temple, bones were suddenly crushed under the weight of the distant future and Liquid returned to its place and fragmented stone pieces united into single stone block and once again became the part of the wall.
"I'm always scared that some simpleton drinks the whole bottle" sighed Fangslas.
"Where's Time, Death follows,
Death's humble servant exist,
As lunatics and fools
Who's next on the death list? "
[size=14pt]Imprisoned[/size]
[i]Time has no color, no space, no firm boundaries, which you attributed to him. Still you use these measurements, creating a barrier which prevents you from understanding this phenomenon. - [/i] Fangslas
Pillars commenced their symphony. First tone resonated from the tallest pillar resembling gentle chirping, and then another tone and elegant octave. Gradually more and more pillars joined this bizarre concert, weak at first pianissimo changed into raving mezzo forte, 47 old and unused pillars encircling ancient temple demanded food in 1128 different sounds. However the food wasn't for them.
Tinjroth was staring at the Fangslas, his claws were busy with shredding meat, which Tinjroth brought with him. Fangslas tore off small piece of beef and put it on his tongue, bend backwards his head and devoured meat like a duck. This view was never boring, mainly because this ludicrous dragon could never properly eat, but his brutal strength was something to be said.
"You finished? " asked Tinjroth with sullen look. He was an aged man long after zenith, he had wrinkled face with larger nose and grey glazed eyes hidden behind his ashy hair.
"I finished already my lunch before you even came and brought it to me." Fangslas sneered.
"Maybe you can travel in time, but you're good as dead, strapped here by your own body." reminded him Tinjroth, but Fangslas just lazily shook with his scales and started his long monologue.
"I don't travel in time, I am tomorrow as well as yesterday. "he paused for a moment." Imagine that time is ball of wool with containing everything except life or death or soul complexity or how you call it. Lives are beads which you put on the thread of ball of wool. But after some time you need to get more thread, so you untangle more thread from the ball, and the beads fall further on the thread and you can put more beads. But I'm not bead, I'm fibre of the thread,"
"But it does not change the fact that you're trapped here, cripple as every devonian dragon." interjected Tinjroth.
"I wonder about that. Who is more trapped, bead in irreversible flow or the flow itself? "
Tinjroth shivered, he could feel that ominous look in Fangslas' eyes. The look was frightening, yet not terrifying to death, still enough to feed on victim's fear. Tinjroth slowly opened his flaxen pouch and grabbed small blade, unnoticed, just to be on the safe side if dragon breaks the deal.
"Do you think that tiny weapon of yours helps you?" mumbled dragon.
"It is better to light one small candle than to curse the darkness." said anxiously Tinjroth, not to mention the fact that he froze like an ivory statue.
"Sun Tzu?" Guessed Fangslas
"Confucius" corrected him Tinjroth
Both of them were standing in the middle of the temple, which was encircled by 47 old pillars. The distance between them was too short, Tinjroth couldn't escape even if he wanted to. The floor was made from marble. Pillars and walls were from sandstone shaped by the wind into strange gestures.
"Now my reward. When we first, we agreed on that I will feed for 598 days in exchange for liquid time" Said Tinjroth
"Don't be so hasty, we have lot of time, don't we? " Fangslas turned by 188 degrees exactly and reached for a small stone block in the demolished wall of temple. Claws easily dug into the sandstone like it was thin paper. Ripped block fell on the floor, shattering into many fragments, though dragon paid to this minimal attention. What was he gazing at was slender flask containing ever flowing liquid. He carefully grabbed the gilded flask by handle. His hands were shaking, but not by the fear, by the excitement.
"Let me warn you, liquid time isn't some toy to play with." Fanglas quickly glanced at him, something deviously enthused him. "It's an immense power. And as must know with power comes risk and profit."
"Rest assured, when I came here to your temple, my fear was buried 55 feet under ground." in Tinjroth's face appeared hideous grimaces, probably he attempted to smile. "I can't back of now."
"Your misunderstood me. With single drop of liquid time you can see everything, archaic past, heroes of the Great Queen Shinesliketoad, forthcoming revolution in Goldenpath, romances of Royal Court and even the birth of the Universe and its end." tempted him Fangslas.
"That's very attractive, however in alchemist's lexicon is written that for Quintessence is needed exactly one full bottle of liquid time and the rest materials veiled from you." refused Tinjroth, grasping flask with strange fluid.
"Don't you want infinite knowledge, with that you could produce quintessence with lot less materials. I doubt that you can collect them before you die." Fanglas had devil's tongue.
Tinjroth listened to every dragon's word, he strongly hesitated before he opened the flask.
"Let's see!" Drop of liquid time fell in his eye. What happened afterwards was insane, first he saw his own life and then thousands of illusions attacked his mind. Fractals of various colours swirled before his own eyes. His hands rotted and then crumbled under slight breeze and unbearable pain shot through his skull. From dragon's view it took only few seconds, but for Tinjroth it was eternity, his body turned to dust, only the bones remained.
Fangslas stretched out his talon and waved with his claw. Yellow aura blew around the temple, bones were suddenly crushed under the weight of the distant future and Liquid returned to its place and fragmented stone pieces united into single stone block and once again became the part of the wall.
"I'm always scared that some simpleton drinks the whole bottle" sighed Fangslas.
[i]"Where's Time, Death follows,
Death's humble servant exist,
As lunatics and fools
Who's next on the death list? "[/i]
