Slifer
Summoning an ancient God... for what?
It was a morning like any other. The bright rays of light pierced through the thin veil of curtains directly onto Nathan's face. He could feel the warm touch of the sun as he lay in bed staring out the window. He could see his two kids outside playing in the grass. Each of their smiles filled with such cheer and pure joy, Nathan couldn't help but smile wide himself. He slowly rises from his bed blinking the dryness of his eyes away. As he stands up to stretch, Leah places her hand on his shoulder and rubs gently.
"Wish every morning could be so peaceful," she sighs to him with a subtle smile.
Nathan turns and carefully takes his wife's hand as he lovingly nudges his head to hers. "It can be," he replies with the same tone. They both enjoy the peace together for a couple seconds. They listen to the laughter of their kids and the sweet chirping of the songbirds. "Should I call them in for breakfast?" He asks.
Leah chuckles slightly. "Yes. They ran straight out at the break of dawn! I couldn't get them back in to make themselves ready for the day. I'll start something on the fire while you get them," she replied. She gave him a playful smile as they both knew the small challenge it would be to get the children back in for breakfast.
Nathan began down the hall towards the front door of the house. The wood creaking softly every few steps as he let out a hearty yawn. As he opens the front door, the sunlight comes in stronger than he thought and he is blinded momentarily. He calls out for his children to come in for breakfast immediately. He can hear their laughing growing louder and their footsteps trampling the dirt as they rush towards the door. He brings his hand up to shield his eyes from the sun and to look for his kids. He is confused. He sees them clearly running towards the door. The boy's striped red and tan shirt wrinkly in the sun, and the girl's long flowing dress with the beautiful arrangement of red beads on light blue cloth. He recalls briefly of the escapade that was choosing the materials for her birthday gift. Again though, he looks at them puzzled. As they get closer and closer, he suspects it is not the sunlight playing tricks on him. He can't see their faces. Where he expects to see their shiny blue eyes, there's nothing but their skin tone. His heart skips a beat, and time seems to slow down. He can hear his breath like a hurricane in his ears. He tries to move, but he's frozen still as the time distorted world moves forward. His vision begins to fade. A steady blackness taking over from the edges of his vision inwards. He can feel that he wants to cry out, to scream, to run, to do anything! He cannot. He watches with a broken heart as the blackness envelops his children.
And then, his eyes truly open. He tries to snap himself back to reality after the terrifying dream, but struggles to focus as he eyes his surroundings. He doesn't move, only his eyes dart around. He isn't at home. He isn't anywhere he recognizes. He finds himself staring at a lit fireplace, the flames giving off the only light in the room. His eyes begin to adjust to the pale orange glow. He takes a second to acknowledge what he's sleeping on. He can feel the simple cotton beneath him, and the relatively comfortable pillow and blanket.
"Where... where am I?" He whispers to himself. He sits up on the edge of the bed and continues looking around. It's not a large room. He looks at the window behind him and sees a dimly lit sky. He stands up and walks towards the window to peer outside. He feels the cold brick beneath his exposed feet, the grainy texture helping to rouse him from the slightly sleep state. He looks out. There's a deep fog, and he cannot see anything in the short distance, and he can barely make out the ground beneath him with the fog just nearly completely obscuring the land below.
"How did I end up here? I don't think I've ever seen a building so high in my life!" He exclaims to himself. He takes two steps towards the small dresser along the little wall. It has two drawers. He opens one and pulls out a plain white commoners shirt, and slightly long brown disheveled pants. He opens the second drawer to find a clean pair of socks to put on, and a couple other clothing accessories that he doesn't usually wear. He adorns the simple outfit and goes towards the fire to reflect on his situation. He's in a tall building of some kind, far from his home. He recalls sleeping in his home the night before. Before he can continue pondering, he notices there is a wooden door off to his left.
"How did I miss that?" He thinks to himself. He walks towards the door and reaches for the shiny brass handle. Hoping it will be open, he gives it a little testing twist. To his surprise, it turns completely and the door begins to swing open. He shuts it quickly because he doesn't want to alert anyone nearby to his presence, but in doing so makes quite a loud bang as the door shuts with such force. He winces and backs away quickly, reaching the back wall in a couple steps as he presses his hands against the stone.
"Wish every morning could be so peaceful," she sighs to him with a subtle smile.
Nathan turns and carefully takes his wife's hand as he lovingly nudges his head to hers. "It can be," he replies with the same tone. They both enjoy the peace together for a couple seconds. They listen to the laughter of their kids and the sweet chirping of the songbirds. "Should I call them in for breakfast?" He asks.
Leah chuckles slightly. "Yes. They ran straight out at the break of dawn! I couldn't get them back in to make themselves ready for the day. I'll start something on the fire while you get them," she replied. She gave him a playful smile as they both knew the small challenge it would be to get the children back in for breakfast.
Nathan began down the hall towards the front door of the house. The wood creaking softly every few steps as he let out a hearty yawn. As he opens the front door, the sunlight comes in stronger than he thought and he is blinded momentarily. He calls out for his children to come in for breakfast immediately. He can hear their laughing growing louder and their footsteps trampling the dirt as they rush towards the door. He brings his hand up to shield his eyes from the sun and to look for his kids. He is confused. He sees them clearly running towards the door. The boy's striped red and tan shirt wrinkly in the sun, and the girl's long flowing dress with the beautiful arrangement of red beads on light blue cloth. He recalls briefly of the escapade that was choosing the materials for her birthday gift. Again though, he looks at them puzzled. As they get closer and closer, he suspects it is not the sunlight playing tricks on him. He can't see their faces. Where he expects to see their shiny blue eyes, there's nothing but their skin tone. His heart skips a beat, and time seems to slow down. He can hear his breath like a hurricane in his ears. He tries to move, but he's frozen still as the time distorted world moves forward. His vision begins to fade. A steady blackness taking over from the edges of his vision inwards. He can feel that he wants to cry out, to scream, to run, to do anything! He cannot. He watches with a broken heart as the blackness envelops his children.
And then, his eyes truly open. He tries to snap himself back to reality after the terrifying dream, but struggles to focus as he eyes his surroundings. He doesn't move, only his eyes dart around. He isn't at home. He isn't anywhere he recognizes. He finds himself staring at a lit fireplace, the flames giving off the only light in the room. His eyes begin to adjust to the pale orange glow. He takes a second to acknowledge what he's sleeping on. He can feel the simple cotton beneath him, and the relatively comfortable pillow and blanket.
"Where... where am I?" He whispers to himself. He sits up on the edge of the bed and continues looking around. It's not a large room. He looks at the window behind him and sees a dimly lit sky. He stands up and walks towards the window to peer outside. He feels the cold brick beneath his exposed feet, the grainy texture helping to rouse him from the slightly sleep state. He looks out. There's a deep fog, and he cannot see anything in the short distance, and he can barely make out the ground beneath him with the fog just nearly completely obscuring the land below.
"How did I end up here? I don't think I've ever seen a building so high in my life!" He exclaims to himself. He takes two steps towards the small dresser along the little wall. It has two drawers. He opens one and pulls out a plain white commoners shirt, and slightly long brown disheveled pants. He opens the second drawer to find a clean pair of socks to put on, and a couple other clothing accessories that he doesn't usually wear. He adorns the simple outfit and goes towards the fire to reflect on his situation. He's in a tall building of some kind, far from his home. He recalls sleeping in his home the night before. Before he can continue pondering, he notices there is a wooden door off to his left.
"How did I miss that?" He thinks to himself. He walks towards the door and reaches for the shiny brass handle. Hoping it will be open, he gives it a little testing twist. To his surprise, it turns completely and the door begins to swing open. He shuts it quickly because he doesn't want to alert anyone nearby to his presence, but in doing so makes quite a loud bang as the door shuts with such force. He winces and backs away quickly, reaching the back wall in a couple steps as he presses his hands against the stone.