Pupu's Saga: Prologue
by Jeremy Chapter
Prologue: 1716 DAY 27, Tomb of the
Unknown King Main Chamber
"O cruel one, bestow on
Some taken of your sovereign
Which I may follow earnestly,
And never from its precept
If you would have me fade
In silence, then account me
But if you'd hear my ancient
Then Love himself my cause
My soul to contraries inured
Is made of wax and adamant,
And well prepared for Cupid's
Whether soft or hard my heart
To grave it leave to you I'll
And to your will I'll bow
Don Quixote of La Mancha
He was bleeding.
From the way that it felt, it had
to be pretty bad. Under his shirt, there were, no doubt, multiple
punctures, through which he could feel the red fluid seeping out
and soaking his white shirt. Had he his wits, he might have
realized that he didn't have much time left before the end.
Nothing seemed to be happening.
The drumming in his ears was silent but somehow concurrently more
intense than it could ever have sounded in reality. His mind
couldnt register too many thoughts at once; he could only
connect a small number of them; his movements were sluggish; his
limbs were nowhere to be found; the world was now at rest, now
swirling; now muddled, now clear.
He'd been in combat long enough to
recognize these symptoms. He was in shock.
Looking down, he caught a glimpse
of his completely red shirt and coldness seized him.
She betrayed me!
He could not get over that
thought, he, crouching there, arms pulled in close, shivering in
his bloodstained uniform. The image of the girl running out from
the cavern played itself over and over in his head. He tried to
stop it, but his memory refused to obey, forcing him to revisit
the blue, the flapping, waving blue that she had down over her
back. The blue she had that was so visible as she ran away.
He grimaced as different parts of
his body began to throb. He had to remember; he had to go back
further. He saw fire, he felt his body being pierced from all
sides, he perceived his initial fear, he stomached the onslaught
of doubt, daunt, and imminent death, but only after the blue
forced itself back into reminiscence did he feel obliterated.
He closed his eyes and shook his
head violently, desperately trying to recall what had just
happened. All the world seemed to bob ineffectually in eerie
She betrayed me!
He had to get beyond that. There
was something else, something he was missing. If only he weren't
trembling so much, if he could shut out the pain, flooding his
system and ripping into his muscles like a jagged saw, twisting
from where it was nestled as to hook more sinews on its way
through his body. The imagined sound of his flesh being torn off
by strips nauseated him.
His eyes shot open. It had come to
I was buried alive.
He tried to look around, focus his
eyes, and find something that looked familiar. He wasnt
certain if the noise exploding in his ears was someone's
screaming or a great tremor sent by Nature herself. Just as his
mind began to question the seemingly inert passing of time, his
vision cleared and his eyes seized a target.
It was Rinoa, standing above him
with a wicked-looking dagger that she was raising over his head.
pmsX10 (by Carina Edberg, a die-hard loyalist to PuPu's
Am I to die? he wondered as
the feelings of loneliness and dread washed over him.
In response to that question which
he had forbidden himself to ever ask, a dark phantom appeared
from overhead and ominously called his name, beckoning for him.
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