colours of my world part IISaturday, December 23, 2006
this is a fictional story inspired by my ex-classmate in primary school.
Returning from an arduous training, which was severely taxing, the thing that came to my mind as I slipped into my cosy queen sized bed was a comfortable rest. As consciousness gradually relinquished its control over my exhausted body, a new terror that is far more gruelling, formidable and punishing than the strenuous physical exercise, was forcefully thrusting into my head. A terrible nightmare had just began...
In the cloak of darkness, I was plunged into another dimension, which strangely resembled the world. Except that this new realm was void of any colour or emotions. There was no more breathtaking sunrise, or beautiful horizons filled with wispy, fluffy clouds. Everything that existed was in depressing shades of grey. Everything left was a discouraging display of lifelessness. It was a horrible sight;People struggled in this world with grim faces, as if living in a choking poisonous mist. My first reaction was to confirm my existence by giving myself a pinch on my cheeks, which sent a surge of pain running through my nerve system.
This was all for real. Confusion, like bony fingers gripped me with a vice-like grip, and panic rushed through my cells. What is happening? Why am I here? Endless questions raced through my mind as I struggled to understand the situation. I attempted to move, but my legs refused, as if being tied to a gigantic boulder of fear. At this moment, a part of me wanted to surrender myself to this omnipotent fear and retreat away from it, yet another part desired to tackle this head-on and restore colours and emotions back into this dimension. Before I could make my decision, a shimmer of bright light blinded me momentarily. As I regained my vision, a beautiful angel emerged before my eyes. She had emerald green eyes, skin as smooth as silk, and a pair of elegant wings. Before I could appreciate her beauty any further, she cut short my thoughts by explaining the dire situation. It seems that a terrible heinous lord had just kidnapped the Colour angels, and thereby plummeting the world into a grey, emotionless sphere. The only way to restore these colours was to annihilate this vile lord, and to release the Colour angels, and I was specifically chosen for this task.
Reaching deep into her cloak, the angel drew out a sword and offered her blessings. Summoning every ounce of courage left in me, I accepted the sword and swore that I would confront this maleficent warlord and not succumb to his sinful acts of wrath. I would not bear with this angony any longer. Without wasting another second, I swiftly made my way to the lair of this warlord. What hell awaited me there? I could only guess.
Trudging through the swampy paths that led to the lair of this warlord, the weight of the righteous sword gradually took its toll on me. Silent breathing turned into ragged gasps for breadth as I persisted on this exhausting journey, travelling straight up a commanding mountain. When the crescent moon took its position in the sky, fatigue was already seeping through my veins, effectively poisoning all my muscle cells. I could hold no more, and as the final resistance was brutally crushed, darkness overwhelmed me as I took refuge in a cave. It was not the warm rays of the sun that nudged me back to consciousness, but a rude rumbling of stone falling down the mountain. After recovering from this abrupt awakening, I was hell bent on discovering the source of this disturbance, which unsettled my sleep. But before I could venture any further from the cave, a flicker of shadow caught my attention. Instinctively, I gripped onto my reassurance, the elegant sword, and cautiously examined the new danger.
Out of the blue, a pair of shuriken flew towards me at break neck speed. I darted out of its path but was forced into a tight corner, as the assassin pressed on with his attack. Sensing that victory was near, the
assassin revealed his position and let loose a mocking laughter, teasing my inability. When he let loose his last shurikens, I thought that my mission was over, and death would soon claim my pitiful soul. Painful memories of my family,friends and the angel appeared before me, haunting my existence. I failed my mission. I failed them all. And most importantly, I failed to restore colours back to this world. Because of my incompetence, I actually allowed evil to triump over the good. No! No way! I swore that I would not allow this to happen. Twisting my body into a unnatural position, I squeezed through the path of the shurikens. Closing the distance between us, I hastily drew my sword as I prepare to claim his head. The assassin, sensing my newly discovered strength, geared himself up with a dagger and a intimidating set of knuckleduster for the duel. As he slipped the last knuckleduster into place, I leapt into the air, hurriedly swinging a blow at his shoulders with all my might. However, the assassin was highly skilled, and that hasty attack was not sterling enough to scratch him.
The role was reversed when my opponent started his attack in a flowing manner, blending briskness with vigor. My energy drained as I defended his attack fanatically, yet my opponent remained so fresh, as if he had limitless energy and power. One potent punch struck my chest forcefully, which send me crashing into the wall of the cave. I struggled to recover footing, as the immense pain vibrating through my head had disoriented my balance. In a flash, the assassin landed another blow on my stomach, forcing me to cough a fresh stream of blood in vain protest. With substantial amount of blood oozing from my wounds, an escape would be impossible. I have to confront this opponent and overcome this obstacle. Familiarising myself with the environment, I realised that my sword was just a short distance away from me. The assassin approached me with the jade dagger in his hand, determined to end his pathetic opponent, which seemed fatally wounded. As he swung his dagger high into the air, I swiftly reached for my sword, and in a deft motion, drove my sword through his heart. He let loose a foul cry as a parting gift, before collasping with a sick 'thud'.
To be continued....
This was all for real. Confusion, like bony fingers gripped me with a vice-like grip, and panic rushed through my cells. What is happening? Why am I here? Endless questions raced through my mind as I struggled to understand the situation. I attempted to move, but my legs refused, as if being tied to a gigantic boulder of fear. At this moment, a part of me wanted to surrender myself to this omnipotent fear and retreat away from it, yet another part desired to tackle this head-on and restore colours and emotions back into this dimension. Before I could make my decision, a shimmer of bright light blinded me momentarily. As I regained my vision, a beautiful angel emerged before my eyes. She had emerald green eyes, skin as smooth as silk, and a pair of elegant wings. Before I could appreciate her beauty any further, she cut short my thoughts by explaining the dire situation. It seems that a terrible heinous lord had just kidnapped the Colour angels, and thereby plummeting the world into a grey, emotionless sphere. The only way to restore these colours was to annihilate this vile lord, and to release the Colour angels, and I was specifically chosen for this task.