Damien Areas
Dec 3, 2015 4:06:04 GMT
Post by damienareas on Dec 3, 2015 4:06:04 GMT
Here is my story… Let those who find this journal come to know my life should it come to an end before the creator finds it worthy that I find my end before the light has been shown to me once more.
My life began simple enough, my mother, my father and my elder brother; we traveled the country side of the kingdom with the rest of the caravan. Merchants peddled their wares at every town and village, the acrobats showed off their skills in performance, swords for hire offering their physical labor service to town for fair price of their skill in the labor force. We never stayed more than a week or two at a time within each region.
My mother and father were a part of the entertainment group that kept with the caravan. My mother, as beautiful as I remember her even now in my mind. Hair like the softest of silk dancing around her and so black it was almost blue like the night sky. Eyes as green as emeralds that shone with purest delight whenever she played her violin. She was always so peaceful, always had the warmest of smile upon her face. Fair of face and lithe of form, she could dance as if she was made of shadows as she moved around the campfire with her dress of ebony swaying like a shade around her. She was truly one with her shadow in how nimble she moved.
She played her heart out time and again whenever she played to my father’s fire dancing. He was a charmer as well, charismatic like no other. Build like that of a huntsman and an acrobat, he danced to her music and mesmerized all with his swords of fire His hair was exotic, red and blue almost in its mixture to go with his crimson eyes that looked as if fire lived in them. They loved each other immensely, worked so perfectly together in entertaining those who came to watch their performances.
Then there was my elder brother, not the friendliest of sorts and he didn’t take really after either of our parents. Lorian had hair a deep burgundy and eyes just as deep red, and he always behaved in such seriousness. Helping more with the laborers even in his younger years, he was not so much one for entertainment. But what he lacked in charismatic personality, he made up for in his protective nature for myself, his five year younger brother and his love of our parents. He was a fair hunter at that, able to go about catching game as elusive as they came, he never missed his mark. Of course I could not really compare much in that skill.
Some even claimed I was sickly as a child as my hair was silver-white like moon light bathing white steel. I was a bit of a scrawny lad from what I recall, all knees and elbows as it was once phrased to me when I was upon my sixth year in the world. In comparison to Lorian, he was built like he was born to hunt and kill game as much as fix the caravan wagons if they ever broke. They couldn’t be more wrong about me at this time though, I was perfectly healthy and even began to take up practicing dancing with a sword like my father did for his shows. I wanted to be a part of their act, but I had to only use one sword for supplies were short and likewise I needed to practice so as to not hack off body parts and just the same I wanted to dance like my mother while performing like my father.
I grew up like this for some time, days and nights coming with endless practice while I also attended to my schooling per my mother’s desires to be educated. But that all came to a saddened dawn when my mother fell ill in the mid of Yule. We were five days near constant ride from the nearest large city that might have a cleric to aid in her recovery. Father stayed at her side night and day until the darkest night came to our little family.
The joy had left our lives with her passing, my father was never the same but had tried to continue with his show to bring in gold so as to keep us well fed and clothed while Lorian took to more physical labors to help supplement the gold income. It was upon my seventeenth birthday that the next test came to my heart while I was out with my brother to gather fresh supplies for the Caravan, our father had been attacked by a drunkard during one of his practices and the very blades that were used in his show came to end his life.
We only had each other, Lorian and I but we held fast to our need to continue on living despite the devastating pain that racked our hearts. I knew though that I could trust him to be there for me whenever I needed him and he always was. That is until the day came that he betrayed me, the day the darkness fell upon our world. Screams of terror, of blood and of tears fell upon our world with such tremendous force that even the deaf could hear the sorrow belched out into the world on lips of pain. Those who had died had returned to the world of the living and were feasting upon the flesh of those still alive. The caravan was struck down during one of our moves from one camp site to the next, and even with increased guard patrolling the perimeter while we relocated, we never stood a chance as they came at us from all sides.
The screaming, that is what I remember the most… The screaming and the pain. Lorian and I left the caravan, ran as fast as we could and as far as we could until we were able to find shelter away from the hordes of the undead. That is when the insanity began. People attacking people over supplies, general stories running scarce in cities and farm lands being set on fire to try and slow the flow of undead roaming the lands.
Lorian and I found ourselves within one such city near a farmland expanse when he showed the darkness that had been lingering in his heart since mother’s death. We were hidden away in a small shack of a house with but only two doors, a front entry and rear exit. The undead came upon us then, breaking through the windows and doors, and in his anger at them, at the world for all the hardships; Lorian took the dagger in his hand and slashed it not at the undead but across my own face. My world fell into hot, wet crimson until finally shadows consumed my world followed not long after by eternal darkness. I heard the moans, the footsteps and the sound of Lorian’s heavy boots pounding their way out the rear exit. All I could do was stagger and stumble as I found my way outside and used the only senses left to me.
That was so long ago, I cannot tell the passage of time any longer with the world of light lost to my sight. I have come to learn the world in a new way however, travel the world and stay hidden from the undead. It is strange however to me even after all this time has passed. I see the world more now than I had when my eyes, and all I have to do is feel the way it moves beneath my feet; the way the air scents around me and tastes, and lastly I hear… everything. From the falling of a pebble, to the beating of a heart. This is my world of vengeance, my world of darkness.
I am Damien Areas. The Dark Messiah.
((Theme Song: Vengeful One- Disturbed))
