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Fan-Fic Risen

Catanomical

Lord of Altera
Catanomical
Catanomical
Evil
A little warning. This depicts a bit of graphic detail. I wrote this long ago, inspired by the desire of tales for the divine. So here is a little piece I did not have the confidence to post.

Risen
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To them it is a river. To us it is an ocean.



So easily to get lost. I do not want to be lost...I want to live! No matter how hard I try to swim, I am kept down.



"What did I do to deserve this?" I proclaimed to the many around me.



"What will come of me?!" I cried out, to only feel something on my foot....



A spectral hand, large and seemingly unending in the dark abyss below. Cold to the touch, like ice on skin. Only able to comb my hands through the water. Useless, i was dragged down. Further, and further...



I feel...air? Dripping, as I broke the surface. I was carried and placed upon a bank. Confused, from being dragged into darkness I ended on another side?



Exhausted and shivering, I looked to my savior. Their form cloaked and skeletal. I call out.



"Th-Thank you I am in your debt...but why?" My question, being met with a sickly gurgle.



"You wish to live...and a service I need. Follow me, and your desire will come true."



A miracle, to be saved and given an offer. To stand upon a rocky bank in a dense fog... The rocks shifted beneath me as I stepped forward. A skeletal hand out to me, my own meeting the boney-cold touch. To my surprise I didn't expect it to happen so fast.



I awoke in the field that seemed oddly familiar. A sword protruding from my chest. I felt no pain, but I felt so...hungry. My body felt weak as if unable to hold my weight. More to my surprise, I stood. Bodies around me. Dark black birds landing and picking at remains. Something about this field, I can't place my tongue on it.



I'm so /hungry/. A step upon the wet ground, my legs not wanting to take full steps. I fall and trip over someone with a clank and rattle. A sanguine pool meeting my eyes. In the reflection I see my jaw crooked, my helm bashed in on the side, my eyes green and my face pale.



I'm back, but I am so /hungry/. At least I will not have to swim again.​
 

Bartooliinii

An Alteran Bard
Patron
Retired Staff
Pronouns
He/Him
Slimy_Froggy
Slimy_Froggy
Patron
Can we have a link to this for every undead revival so folks get a feel for what it's like? :confused: good read!
 
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