prologue
Prologue: Our protagonist.
It trudged through the starless sky.
Forging its way across the void, the Thing glared. Its sight pierced through the veil of its current reality, reaching to a vast array of other worlds, its perception boundless. It saw knights in shining plate charge across the fields, massive and ravenous swarms crawl admist the stars.
With a slight effort it shifted its attention and saw gargantuan zeppelins cruising through giant mountain ranges, sorcerous lords conjuring arcane spells within crystal spires, unknowing of the failure of their obfuscation charms.
The Thing's glare wandered, skipping and hopping through the countless scenes. As it flicked through, a flash, a glint, caught its interest. Familiarity, of a sort.
Familiarity…
The Thing basked in that word. A part of it yearned it, craved it.
It stared into the void, this time focusing on its immediacy of sorts. Across countless miles it gazed, finding nothing in that desolate, cold, interstitial space.
Shrugging, it thought it wouldn't be a bad stroll.
The thing turned, focused its attention on the reality, a word ringing back, long forgotten in ages past.
Amaurot.
Sluggishly, it writhed its way into this new yet known world. Reality screeched in agony for a brief second, as the weave of time and space shattered on its lumbering advance, crushing down the veil between worlds thoughtlessly. Carefully, within an instant it restored their structural integrity.
This couldn't be, it was unbecoming of itself to make such a mess on someone else's home. A different, more palatable form was in order. It needed a vessel.
It trudged through the starless sky.
Forging its way across the void, the Thing glared. Its sight pierced through the veil of its current reality, reaching to a vast array of other worlds, its perception boundless. It saw knights in shining plate charge across the fields, massive and ravenous swarms crawl admist the stars.
With a slight effort it shifted its attention and saw gargantuan zeppelins cruising through giant mountain ranges, sorcerous lords conjuring arcane spells within crystal spires, unknowing of the failure of their obfuscation charms.
The Thing's glare wandered, skipping and hopping through the countless scenes. As it flicked through, a flash, a glint, caught its interest. Familiarity, of a sort.
Familiarity…
The Thing basked in that word. A part of it yearned it, craved it.
It stared into the void, this time focusing on its immediacy of sorts. Across countless miles it gazed, finding nothing in that desolate, cold, interstitial space.
Shrugging, it thought it wouldn't be a bad stroll.
The thing turned, focused its attention on the reality, a word ringing back, long forgotten in ages past.
Amaurot.
Sluggishly, it writhed its way into this new yet known world. Reality screeched in agony for a brief second, as the weave of time and space shattered on its lumbering advance, crushing down the veil between worlds thoughtlessly. Carefully, within an instant it restored their structural integrity.
This couldn't be, it was unbecoming of itself to make such a mess on someone else's home. A different, more palatable form was in order. It needed a vessel.