Tersanctus
07-06-2004, 11:14
The workout room was quite humid from hours of workout. Chris's defined physique showed through his black undershirt, which was drenched with sweat.
He had been practicing Bo for hours, and than finally called it a day.
He went to the showers, and let the steamy vapors, and hot water reinvigorate him.
Dantes.
The dream....the dream of a memory, that was not his. He could hear the voice that called his name, but was not talking too him. That dream that made him wake each night screaming.
He retired for the evening, and the hours passed until Chris awoke to the sound of pounding rain.
Dantes.
He had heard it again. But this time, he hadnt screamed.
Than an image came too mind, a latent memory from his dream. The grave of his Father.
Edmund
Chris rushed out of the Executors mansion, and drove like a madman through the rain to Starton National Cemetary, where his Father, the former Executor would be buried.
He parked a few feet from the gate, and stepped out into the rain, wearing a Leather Jacket, and black jeans. The rain brought his hair down in streaks, though he seemed not too notice.
He easily jumped the fence, courtesy of his years of Templar training, and made his way through the long fields of graves, his boots sloshing in the mud.
Finally, he arrived, a Large Mausoleum, adorned is the purest white marble. He stepped inside, his footsteps echoing eeriely off the walls.
HERE LIES EDMUND DANTES
EXECUTOR OF TERSANCTUS
BELOVED FATHER AND HUSBAND
Chris's face dripped the rain, and he stared at the Epitaph.
Beloved Father? He thought too himself.
"I NEVER EVEN KNEW YOU!! YOU LEFT ME BEFORE I WAS BORN!!" He screamed.
He than collapsed to his knees, his hands upright between his legs, he began to sob uncontrollably.
"Im so alone..." he blubbered out, uncharacteristically for one who had re-unified Tersanctus, and was prided as a Great Templar, and Military Strategist.
"......why?"
Time passed, perhaps it was an hour, or a few seconds, But Chris fell too slumber once more.
And perhaps he was dreaming, or perhaps it was real..who could say, but Edmund Dantes walked too his son, and kissed his forehead.
Chris looked up into his eyes. His father gave him a beaming smile.
"You were never alone. I am proud of you." he spoke in a Ethereal voice.
"E-Edmu--Father?" Chris gasped.
But the moment had passed. And he awoke to sunshine carressing his face. It was morning.
He had been practicing Bo for hours, and than finally called it a day.
He went to the showers, and let the steamy vapors, and hot water reinvigorate him.
Dantes.
The dream....the dream of a memory, that was not his. He could hear the voice that called his name, but was not talking too him. That dream that made him wake each night screaming.
He retired for the evening, and the hours passed until Chris awoke to the sound of pounding rain.
Dantes.
He had heard it again. But this time, he hadnt screamed.
Than an image came too mind, a latent memory from his dream. The grave of his Father.
Edmund
Chris rushed out of the Executors mansion, and drove like a madman through the rain to Starton National Cemetary, where his Father, the former Executor would be buried.
He parked a few feet from the gate, and stepped out into the rain, wearing a Leather Jacket, and black jeans. The rain brought his hair down in streaks, though he seemed not too notice.
He easily jumped the fence, courtesy of his years of Templar training, and made his way through the long fields of graves, his boots sloshing in the mud.
Finally, he arrived, a Large Mausoleum, adorned is the purest white marble. He stepped inside, his footsteps echoing eeriely off the walls.
HERE LIES EDMUND DANTES
EXECUTOR OF TERSANCTUS
BELOVED FATHER AND HUSBAND
Chris's face dripped the rain, and he stared at the Epitaph.
Beloved Father? He thought too himself.
"I NEVER EVEN KNEW YOU!! YOU LEFT ME BEFORE I WAS BORN!!" He screamed.
He than collapsed to his knees, his hands upright between his legs, he began to sob uncontrollably.
"Im so alone..." he blubbered out, uncharacteristically for one who had re-unified Tersanctus, and was prided as a Great Templar, and Military Strategist.
"......why?"
Time passed, perhaps it was an hour, or a few seconds, But Chris fell too slumber once more.
And perhaps he was dreaming, or perhaps it was real..who could say, but Edmund Dantes walked too his son, and kissed his forehead.
Chris looked up into his eyes. His father gave him a beaming smile.
"You were never alone. I am proud of you." he spoke in a Ethereal voice.
"E-Edmu--Father?" Chris gasped.
But the moment had passed. And he awoke to sunshine carressing his face. It was morning.