For a long time, there was nothing. All Moses-Joel knew was that an unnamed man assaulted him in the black of night and rid him of his consciousness. And he never woke up. Yet it was darkness afterward. No end, no continuation of anything. He had no time to make his peace, to say his goodbyes and to wish those he loved well. He was simply gone.
And yet, in the blink of an eye, he was awake again. He was stirring, moving, without rhyme or reason. He coughed himself awake, pushed himself up and into a sitting position. His vision grew fuzzy, shifting in and out of focus. But after a rubbing of the eyes and a shake of the head, it all came into perspective.
Perfetti looked about himself, unaware that he was breathing once more. The shock of it all, the numbness of it tingled in his fingers and his toes. He forced himself to stand, to use his legs and to wake the rest of his body up. His face was loose, blank with misunderstanding and confusion. Had he finally woken up? Or was this the second phase: life after death?
He then heard coughing, hacking of a woman's voice. Moses turned towards it, unsure of who it was and where it came from. Eventually, the voice gained a body, and his steps hastened in making sure that this person was alright. But when they ventured towards each other, they stopped, hearts sunk and chests caving in disbelief. Joel's own face dropped at the sight of her, and after a moment of pause, they ran at each other, embracing and devolving into a fit of weeping and sobbing.
It was his wife, Enya Perfetti. A woman who died in his arms years and years ago. But what was she doing here? And moreover, what did this all mean?
When they finally came to a point where they had settled, they had no questions. None of their minds could comprehend what was going on. All they could do was move on together, to try to find someone or something that could explain what was going on. They walked for some time, nothing coming to light for a while. In the wake of it all, Moses' tracking skills had led them to discovering others. Others who had collected in a specific area of this place.
They announced their arrival as they decreased their proximity. By a waving of the hand and shouting, they signaled to the group that they were coming. Yet as they closed in and met up with them, Perfetti couldn't believe his gaze. There were people here he knew, he met before, from Northaven. What were they doing here? This was too much, there was too much going on... What was going on? And that was when his gaze found Ronin Enya remained quiet, as she knew he had a little more standing with these folks than she.
"Ronin? ...Ronin Taliesin?"
And yet, in the blink of an eye, he was awake again. He was stirring, moving, without rhyme or reason. He coughed himself awake, pushed himself up and into a sitting position. His vision grew fuzzy, shifting in and out of focus. But after a rubbing of the eyes and a shake of the head, it all came into perspective.
Perfetti looked about himself, unaware that he was breathing once more. The shock of it all, the numbness of it tingled in his fingers and his toes. He forced himself to stand, to use his legs and to wake the rest of his body up. His face was loose, blank with misunderstanding and confusion. Had he finally woken up? Or was this the second phase: life after death?
He then heard coughing, hacking of a woman's voice. Moses turned towards it, unsure of who it was and where it came from. Eventually, the voice gained a body, and his steps hastened in making sure that this person was alright. But when they ventured towards each other, they stopped, hearts sunk and chests caving in disbelief. Joel's own face dropped at the sight of her, and after a moment of pause, they ran at each other, embracing and devolving into a fit of weeping and sobbing.
It was his wife, Enya Perfetti. A woman who died in his arms years and years ago. But what was she doing here? And moreover, what did this all mean?
When they finally came to a point where they had settled, they had no questions. None of their minds could comprehend what was going on. All they could do was move on together, to try to find someone or something that could explain what was going on. They walked for some time, nothing coming to light for a while. In the wake of it all, Moses' tracking skills had led them to discovering others. Others who had collected in a specific area of this place.
They announced their arrival as they decreased their proximity. By a waving of the hand and shouting, they signaled to the group that they were coming. Yet as they closed in and met up with them, Perfetti couldn't believe his gaze. There were people here he knew, he met before, from Northaven. What were they doing here? This was too much, there was too much going on... What was going on? And that was when his gaze found Ronin Enya remained quiet, as she knew he had a little more standing with these folks than she.
"Ronin? ...Ronin Taliesin?"
