Huskaleil
He knows nothing of the world, for him everything is left to discover. Ignoring the future he spins round. Not knowing their ambigous nature he challenges, Earth, waves and heavens by turns... A flight, a fall, a tear flows...
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Deliale: "For away from my home, at last I'm comming back from a long journey. Yet, I recognize the lovely place my soul cherishes. I long to meet you again, you my life, my breath I so harshly gave life to..." (At the same time, in the depth of the woods:) Korrigans: "Let the council sit ! For we have been warned about the arrival of the great fog. Now we must fulfill our duty. We must go though the world, to save those lives unaware of their fate" The Korrigans quest then started. While travelling, plains, mountains and rivers were unveiled them. Their testing walk led them to far away lands. That's when they met that woman who refused to follow them... Deliale: "I can't make my mind up to abandon my own folks, too much time separates up. So let me carry on my way, for your tellings are but Tales and Legends. No, I'll never follow you, never, ever, ... !" Soon the atmosphere grew heavier. Matter, Essence and reality started to melt. Misty layers rose from lands and all existing things. Korrigans: "Let us hurry, the end is nearing. Time is rationned. We won't able to save every being of that world. Many of them will die whatever happens !!! It's too late for the others ! Let's come back ! Here our duty ends up !" So the Korrigans completed their quest. Leaving behind them a failing world... Left alone, Deliale wondered throught the new state of things, in search of her folks. Here was born the end of a world...
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Bursting, dislocation, distortion, darkening, Chaos! Deliale: "What is that blur come from unknown abysses? Am I loosing all consistency or it is reality? Here am I running and running away through this tumult of matters, lights and sounds, Unceasingly, bouncing from walls to walls, now freed from immobility. What have I done? Is this punishment? Will I see my folks again? And you my son, where are now? If only the chaos could spare you:" (With this, she faltered and fell to the ground. Curling herself up she shook. Her thoughts tortured and paralysed her, taking away all strength from her. Until that moment she had never been conscious of such a desolation. Yet, beyond her mind, the fury of this storming reality continued on...) Deliale: "A profusion of feelings is astounding my senses. I'm now the witness of the tearing of what just seemed to me reality. Is it day or night? Am I still awake? My minds suffer from decay. I'm degenerating... So, well, here am I: What if I stopped right now, after. No I don't want to." Bursting, dislocation, distortion, decrepitude, Chaos! Deliale: "You my son, abyss, perishing in emotion, tearing, at night awake, I don't want any more... Light and chastiment, suffer, night, confusion, Why, day, death, shadow, cold, alone, tear... Blood, rain, Raining Blood..."
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
The last mist is dispursing... The new face of a world is revealed...
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Sweet revivals of a universe which has too long lived. Trouble now gone, the world is having a new spring. While the korrigans have now disappeared, Deliale, lost within herself, is wandering... Deliale, Deliale, Deliale, Deliale... Deliale: < I don't care if outside the chaos has ceased to be in this pacified reality because today I ignore all this returned." "Insanity, Insanity, Insanity, Insanity : is my name!" (But, little by little, the fire of her soul dies out. Her temporally gone madness gone madness (has this madness buried deep inside of her will never leave) unrils a picture as real as it is terrible.) An arm drawing out of a rock; a face hardly visible. A child holding a hand; his gaze; getting empty of all emotion is dying... Deliale: "You, the father of our child, and you my son I hoped safe. Huskaleil, here you are with an amputed arm. Your body partly melted to a tree, as your father's was a rock. I cannot bear the weight of this vision. My son, I have to end your sufferings which I refuse to sustain..." "Insanity, Insanity, Insanity, Insanity... is my name!" "HUSKALEIL !!!"
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026