Visions of a Deliverer: Part 1

Introduction

Location

Star Forge: Hidden Shrine of Orgenous

Description

“You bow before the Shrine of Orgenous , the Hand of Fate  prostrated before you. You wait patiently, holding no expectations of what you may find. You hear the low hum of the wind moving in the vents, the settling and creaking of ancient metal, and almost, you think, the noise of a star just out of the range of audibility. Is it a crackling like a fire, is it a roar of an inferno? You can’t quite place it...but you could if, maybe, you allow yourself to go...just one step...deeper. Your mind says no...but your curiosity says that perhaps, if you open your mind...an answer will appear...” 

The Vision Accepted

“You let yourself slip deeper. You feel your mind floating forward towards a blazing, red beacon that is ever so familiar to you. The symbol on the Hand of Fate, the same symbol in the room, but ABLAZE. It burns with the heat of the sun just a few heat shields away from you. You instinctively go to raise your hands against the heat but find no limbs waiting for you. No body, now that you realize it. Not even a head, not a mouth to speak...how are you even seeing? You have no control over the form kneeling in a metal room hidden away. It’s damn near unsettling, some may think. But you are here for a purpose. Aren’t you?” “You stare boldly at the blazing symbol hovering in the black void around you, but find there to be no heat radiating from it. Rather, the flames seem cold and the fire dark, giving you the sensation of infinite depth and loneliness typically only found drifting listlessly through space. The cold fire seems be crawling ever upward along the entwined loops, constantly moving and yet hovering perfectly still in place.”
“Why does{it}(approach)?” The voice rumbles through you and seems made of duplicity. The voice is young but ancient, beautiful but cracked, high yet reverberating in bass. As she (as best you can determine) speaks again, you would almost believe it to be 3 voices of a young maiden, strong matron, and weathered crone woven together into one unified voice. It seems two layers speak just before and trails just after the one you are focusing on simultaneously.
“Little deliverer{just a hand}(barely a finger, says I). He comes to us{he seeks answers}(but none he’ll find from I). Does it think it’s on a quest?{What quest could be without a question?}(This one questions too often says I.)” You look through the blazing fire and believe, for but a moment, you can see a form sitting on the opposite side of the flaming symbol of fate. Or is it three? Only two? You can’t tell, but the figure seems to flicker along with the flames as it’s wheel spins around. You see a thin, almost imperceptible strand of fire flow from the figure up to the floating, flaming symbol as the flames crawl around it infinitely. You catch the glint of an eye looking back at you from the form as the wheel spins on unceasingly.
“Is it an offering{a sacrifice?}(far too thin for the pot...) Perhaps it seeks more?{validation}(looking at it, probably simplification)” You feel a slightly movement across your shoulders, those which you still can’t see. It feels almost like...hair? Long hair brushing against your shoulder, then neck, like a breeze floating by.
“No. It...he seeks purpose{a boon?}(its destiny, likely. Maybe a buoyant sword?) But just a Hand?{It could be more}(It hasn’t earned more.)” You look around and see the strands of fire flowing up to the wheel loosen and slack, the strand growing in a pool on the floor of darkness as it reaches out to you.
“A chance, then{a test of its soul}(redemption for failures). A boon{another?}(a single chance).” You see the fiery strand flow out from the still spinning wheel and wrap around your leg. Wait, you have a leg? You realize that you have a form again, a body as you remember, and it is frozen still against this burning visage as it wraps around your ankle. The fire, once so cold and forbidding, singes your flesh as it fully encircles your ankle then pushes up and loops over and over itself against the back of your calves. The pain and the fiery thread, feels real.
“I am agreed{I know why it has come}(I have determined what it seeks).” The thread snaps on your leg, pulling you via your ankle as it continues to radiate pain, towards the fiery symbol. Or is it towards the wheel? You can’t tell whether the thread flows to or from the symbol hovering before you as it burns brighter and brighter upon your forced approach.
You feel the thread across your ankle, the symbol before you, the three in one on their wheel...and realize you’ve missed something. Another voice. Another being. But whe-
“HE. SEEKS. ME”
You blink awake in your body once again. You feel winded like you were just thrown out of a 500ft high ventilation shaft. That was...not something else in the void. That was the voice of the void around you itself. Almost like you were...in the voice...
You are holding a bullet from your magazine in the Hand of Fate. Your index finger seems to be bleeding as you carved a name, [William Blake], into it. You look down at your ankle out of curiosity. You see a scar that looks like some long forgotten wound, as old as your oldest cut, that surrounds your ankle. It goes up your calf and connects as one piece to a scar that forms a perfectly symmetrical sign of two infinity loops connected together.

Purpose

Manual Recording of a Vision

Type

Text, Religious

Medium

Digital Recording, Text

Authoring Date

7:2:2352

Location

Star Forge: Hidden Shrine of Orgenous

Authors

• Dash Reynard