full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Amun had decided to go wandering, given that the place he’d landed didn’t seem to have all that much to offer. Besides, he was still annoyed and confused about being transported here to begin with; it was almost a crime, both because this world was so much worse than the one he’d left and because he himself had been stripped of everything that made him glorious. So as he made his way towards the distant tree, his stride would be more accurately described as a stalk. Of course, he’d been warned to stay away from the forest, so of course he felt even better about his decision to go there. He wasn’t going to accept the rules of this place at face value (not that he listened to rules at the best of times).
Although he’d left as soon as the sun had set—this whole not being allowed out during the day because of the whole not being able to move and bursting into flames thing would take some getting used to—it was true night by the time he stumbled upon a clearing filled with statues and flowers. They were the same Roses that had bloomed by the tower he’d first encountered when coming through the portal.
Not quite knowing why, he knelt down to carefully gather three of the blooms. Something in his mind, a voice almost, though one he couldn’t consciously make out, urged him to do so. Once he cautiously eased them from the ground, roots and all, his subconscious nudged him to his feet. He could almost picture himself planting the Roses in various locations, though only one was known to him: the big black ruined tower. Still, even with the suggestion pulsing in his mind, something within him rebelled at the thought of following orders he didn’t trust and didn’t know the source of.
So instead of heading back the way he came, he turned to move further into the forest, trying to get away from all the strangeness of this world. And maybe he was also chafing a bit under all these rules and compulsions. For someone used to being a free spirit, he was being told where to go and what to do a lot more than he was comfortable with. This small rebellion made him feel better about it all.
Although he’d left as soon as the sun had set—this whole not being allowed out during the day because of the whole not being able to move and bursting into flames thing would take some getting used to—it was true night by the time he stumbled upon a clearing filled with statues and flowers. They were the same Roses that had bloomed by the tower he’d first encountered when coming through the portal.
Not quite knowing why, he knelt down to carefully gather three of the blooms. Something in his mind, a voice almost, though one he couldn’t consciously make out, urged him to do so. Once he cautiously eased them from the ground, roots and all, his subconscious nudged him to his feet. He could almost picture himself planting the Roses in various locations, though only one was known to him: the big black ruined tower. Still, even with the suggestion pulsing in his mind, something within him rebelled at the thought of following orders he didn’t trust and didn’t know the source of.
So instead of heading back the way he came, he turned to move further into the forest, trying to get away from all the strangeness of this world. And maybe he was also chafing a bit under all these rules and compulsions. For someone used to being a free spirit, he was being told where to go and what to do a lot more than he was comfortable with. This small rebellion made him feel better about it all.
amun
