Luna

City lights are falling asleep.
The rain, emotional, so deep…
Beneath the dark, above the light
Another wrong turn that seemed right.

A cup of blood, a cup of tears
I swallow grief, I choke my fears…
But once exposed I start to die
And falling down, I reach the sky…

And there she is, beautiful corpse…
She seems alive, she’s dead… of course.
With her eyes closed, with skin so pale
A nameless goddess… fairy-tale.

They call her Luna, Moon of love
She never lived, but she’s above
Those who hold life in their hands
And cry and laugh with many friends.

She’s always there… but she’s alone
So strangely intact, like a stone
I wished I could just make her mine, but…
She remains there, frozen in time.

Original Story: Past Midnight [Part 1]

A short story called Past Midnight. Right now I’m just experimenting with some ideas but this will be written more elaborated in Romanian and I will try to get it published. Because English is my second language – creating literature isn’t my best point. But still…I want to write this.

“Finally..awake” that’s what crossed my mind when I tried to open my eyes.

The bright light from that room wasn’t much of a help for me, instead it created a barrier between what I should see and what I should understand. One thing that I was certain of was the deadly silence. Nothing disturbed my hearing.

After inspecting everything around me I realized that I was trapped into a nightmare, that some dark force brought me into suffering and misery. I was captive in a room without doors or windows. Only four white walls to keep me company…

Also there was a large mirror and apparently a locked safe, resting without worries while my subconscious started to force me into panic. I wasn’t sure which was creepier..the fact that I was sealed into a room without escape or the fact that soon – the air in here will vanish and I’ll die suffocated.

“Okay…first things first…do not panic” I told myself.

“There must be a logical explanation for this. Yes…logic and its mysteries. I’m in the middle of a puzzle and salvation rests within its solution”.

The mirror could help me get in touch with something. Apparently it can help me see myself – I am the key element. But the safe…that’s another problem. I have no idea what the combination might be and honestly I fear what might be inside of it.

Minute after minute I walked across the room trying to remember what lead me to this place and condition. Because I couldn’t answer that I started to look for clues.

“I know you’re there watching over me. Just what did you left behind for me to find? What’s your plan?”.

But nothing…there was nothing that got into my attention. No symbols, no written signs, nothing.

“Goddamn. Why am I here in the first place…what is the meaning of this”. My patience was at a limit. I fell down and started to scream.

“It would be impossible for me to find an exit without help. It can’t end like this…I shouldn’t be here”. Of course this was a cliche used by the guilty. Nothing is random, everything is meant to fit into it’s original place. Me resting withing this chamber was a way of destiny saying welcome home.

So I decided to take things from the beginning. There were three subjects in this room – a symbolic number probably. First, the mirror – a reflection of something…yes…a representation of truth.

“Mirror’s don’t lie. If there is an answer..only the mirror could offer it to me. Obviously there is something I’m not aware of, something I didn’t noticed yet”.

Secondly – the safe. An enigma. A locked safe always carries something important, crucial, vital.

“Information or probably a helpful tool, I don’t, but I have to find out. If the safe it’s here – I must find the code to open it”.

A codebreaker – a new definition for my person. I never thought that this would bring a significance to my life. Well if the safe contains means of survival then I must open it.

I started to feel thirsty which was a bad sign since I had no water with me. I had to work fast on this enigma before the lack of food and water would cause hallucinations. With a sense of justice imprinted in my brain I approached the mirror carefully. This was where the mystery began…right here I was supposed to find the escape route.

The only thing I could see was my reflection – my red, tired eyes, my face trying to decipher an existential puzzle, my hands shaking because of natural curiosity.

“Well…tell me what to do” I said to myself. But there was no reply…

[to be continued…]

Destructum: The Summoning

(continued from – Destructum: Intro)

Destructum: The Summoning

The cold air in the night was reflecting a cruel emotion. Screams of desperation were about to invade the local ambiance’s peace.

Even with three heroes among them, most of the people in here were doomed. Aeb Thanag’a was gathering enough energy from his spirits, so he could engage in starting the dark rituals.

His skin was getting some elemental gray nuances while his muscles struggled underneath it. His eyes we’re presenting orange lighting-lines almost like a cannibalistic desire…he was so concentrated upon this action that  everything around him just..dissipated. The ritual would consume almost all his resources of energy.

Just a mile away – a young boy just went to sleep after having dinner with his family. A sweet smell of pumpkin pie was emanated from a small corner of the room. His parents went on with their home-duties, while the little one sat near the window and watched the crystal-rays that were illustrated on the near-by trees.

From distance – he seemed to notice a bluish sphere that was rotating with enormous speed.

Aeb Thanag’a managed to create his evil portal – shaped as a blue globe of fire. Once that portal was open, his evil army could enter this realm.

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The demon’s powers were great. He alone could summon up to 25.000 dark devils from his natal realm – The Clouds. After opening the portal – he just had to say some sort of prayer that would unleash the bowels of a great horde of enemies.

So – that evening, thousands of little dark devils, with terrible ambitions we’re about to invade Nhaedoria. The peasants that were enjoying the tranquility of the autumn evening had no idea what cruel fate was thrown upon them.

[to be continued…]

My Angel’s Clone [Original]

Upon the dusty shelves I spread my feelings

Dark, ritualistic grains of power left alone

And you, without a worry in this world

You’re nothing else than my angel’s clone.

So beautiful, yet so macabre

With your closed eyes to see me through

I wonder how you got up there

Am I imagining or this is you…

Are you watching over me right now

Is this your escape plan from them?

Or something makes you stay in here

Reminding you of life’s sacred gem…

Whatever the right answer is

I’ll miss you til the end of days

I’ll seek for you on rainy mornings

“I’m just your angel’s clone” she says…

Destructum

Just a short intro for a fantasy essay reflecting points of views on RPG concepts.

Destructum

The lands were covered by a shady fog that evening. All over there was a tense flying entity that inspired nothing more than dark contemplation. An objective silence was leading the place. Nothing disturbed the tranquility. The fog was moving so gently that it wouldn’t move a single molecule of air.

There were no rays reflecting from the moon, nor stars to transfer invisible shades. Was a typical mid-autumn evening in the lands of Nhaedoria.

Left alone in this mystic environment, Aeb Thanag’a, the fallen angel from the Clouds was thinking about searching for a place to start it’s dark ritual, allowing him to summon more infernal minions. This evil action was like a spiritual manifestation from within the demon. A crystal fire and dark ashes were coming out from the demon’s surroundings, while he was moving angrily his arms and legs. Then an dark orange light was to appear on the sky and a vast army of devils being rained down. The silence was about to be disabled…

He wasn’t aware of the fact that he was sitting on the domain of the Three Sisters – the protectors of this district of Nhaedoria. These three warriors were among the most powerful in all the lands. An inevitable battle was like a struggling destiny for them. An yet this destiny seemed a little bit too real at that moment…

[to be continued…]

Still My Favorite Original Story [Created By Me]

I just found in my Facebook notes a short kinda personal story – that I wrote some time ago. It still amazes me how I wrote those things…I guess I am too full of thoughts.

If you wonder what this essay is about – I’ll tell you. It’s about love. No matter how twisted and deformed this story’s reality is – it resumes to an imperfect ray of love.

Incubus excerpt from Dark Philosophy

How many times did they say to you that you don’t belong here? How many times did they make you feel like shit, like a minuscule bacteria left alone, hopeless?

How many times after a period of joy, all that came afterward was a sensation of illicit war, an improperly formed destiny, an act of desperation. They say you have to try real hard to make it to the top. I tried hard…but I guess I must try harder.

Knowledge, powerful phrases, wisdom through words, real weapons in case of saving yourself from these outsiders. Lesser mortals with no ambition, with no courage, with no spirituality.

In a world of color, you gotta dress yourself in black and gray…

Struck by the universal ignorance, you seek the momentum of salvation, the crystal-clear drop of inattention to make yourself a future. They always come after you, they always get into your way, they always find the solution of destroying your path, your happiness.

Do or die, I guided myself after this, but in the end, the only thing I achieved was a sort of specter, the personal chimera, the delusion of being alive.

I wondered many times what if all people would die and take the shape of the monstrosities they really are. Greedy people to take the form of headless snakes with the inner vision concentrated on what they love. Killers would become rotten corpses carrying giant axes. Liars would become imprisoned in iced coffins with only they brainless heads left out. And HER, the cheating, heartless, cruel and cold visitant should stay the same. She is a monstrosity the way she is. She will never be better nor worse than this.

The universal INCUBUS…the worm of the underground graves, the black in darkness, the terror of doom, the never founded-love, the un-created…

You could call her Cinderella if you make references to the state of people who attached to her. She is a gift giver – offering the storm clouds to those who seek the sunshine, offering the dark pits to those who are looking for the heaven’s brightness…

I guess I loved her too much if I received a special present from her. I was looking for attention and warmth and she offered me imprisonment, captivity on a ethereal realm surrounded by guilt and defects.

I didn’t want it to be like this…I never asked for this…

The Longest Journey: Black Chaos

[This is a fictional story. It has been inspired by the Longest Journey game. It presents another face of the game’s story.]

Universal Mission [prologue]

Long time ago, in an ever-green land in southern Arcadia, there was a mountain inhabited by a group of people called the Dark Librarians. The scenery here was extremely beautiful. Tall trees with muscular branches carrying hundreds of energetic green leaves, colored birds singing nature’s theme, wild boars and bears, different types of plants recreating an entire universe.

The Sun here was getting brighter in the afternoon. For the Dark Librarians that was a moment of peace and wisdom. They gathered around and talked about their latest trips and the books they collected. The Noble Librarians could speak to the other librarians, giving them the latest information upon their research domain.

The book was their all-knowledge god. They believed in its pages and in the wisdom that poured out of them. These Dark people were able to use much more information that a normal human being. Their perception upon this world was different, probably more clear, therefore they were able to find the true powers of wisdom.

At first, they traveled all around the Universe, visiting realms that are not known to humans in order to observe and write down the history of all beings. After doing this, their opinion about information suddenly changed and they became interested in written words.

They discovered the treasures of Books.The idea of collecting books and creating the most complete library in the world, came after an important meeting of the Noble Dark Librarians. They decided to travel and seek for the rare and most precious books in all universe. Of course that this wasn’t an easy job but it was perfect for this nation.

The Dark Librarians knew that one day their library will be complete, but the last book will be very hard to get. As a nation of beings that believed in the greater powers of Existence. They had a legend. One girl will be able to help the Guardian defeat the Holder of the Xepoth. The Holder of the Xepoth was originally a human being, but fascinated by the powers he received in Arcadia, he wanted to achieve more and more.

The Xepoth is the Book of all knowledge, written in the Alltongue by the first Minstrum. It reflects matters like the Drai’Kin and the mysteries beyond the Divide. Also there are written essays by the most important wizards and sorcerers of that time. This book is told to be the one “that existed but it never was”. For the Dark Librarians getting this masterpiece would be the greatest honor.

But in order the do this they needed help from a girl. The Guardian of All would then be able to defeat the Holder.

[to be continued…]