There, in that clearing where the ground was made of stone covered in vines, sat two beings conversing quite calmly on wooden chairs with their backs supported by red fabrics. He approached this strange situation with little thought, knowing both of them had already seen him. He had just died, been torn into two, and spit out of a pulsing bubble in space; mind having very little thinking left inside it, if any. Sights, sounds, smells all came and left passing through leaving him empty. They left him ignored as though they were all simply strangers gazing into their phones and walking by at a subway station.
The being sitting on the left gave him some attention, at the very least! He could not even see her eyes as they were covered by a mist, as though it were a veil meant for a mourning wife. She looked his way though, in a way that felt better than the phony sun and all the meaningless warmth it threw at him. Dressed in black, she was quite a modest lady it would seem, as her clothes covered everything from her legs to her neck. Hand moving as though it caressed the path it traversed, she motioned him to seat himself on the chair in front of her. Next to her sat an eight foot tall man who was not nearly as kind as her, judging from the way his eyes were held closed even as Amynn leaned back into the chair in front of them. A grand man he was, of course, with all that nobility and wisdom that surrounded him, but a heartless one.
Amynn's - if he even was that anymore - arms rested on the table in front of him. The woman did not seem to mind how their trembling made her tea cup shake, the air of warmth and grace staying all the same even as tea spilled onto her robe. He watched this lady as the white cup laid before him was brought to his lips and was spilled onto the table due to the lack of grace that his hand possessed. Onto his ruined face it went, scarcely any of it entering his lips. What entered was soothing however; heavenly.
He heard the woman's voice for the first time, one that had an indescribably calming quality. Like a wise elder sister and grandmother all at once stuck in the throat of a young songstress is how it sounded, echoing in his head.
How on earth did she speak without moving her lips? There she was, sipping away whilst talking.
"We see you have had quite the journey. Have you not?"
"Well.. ofcoursh, m'lady. It was.. quite the.. thing it wash.", replied the voice that belonged to him.
"Oh my. You're quite the charmer with that middle ages talk, aren't you? I knew we picked up a good man."
"I would, yes indeed, I would pick you up any day, m'lady. A good man that I am, I waited years to kiss." Her hand paused briefly hearing this, was she trying to hold in a laugh or was she shocked? He kept spilling his tea as he had been, hardly concerned with it all.
"Now now, let's not waste the limited time we have in lucid, dreamy talk.." She said, that graceful hand of hers curling as she clicked her thumb, thunder going off next to his ears and rattling his head.
His eyes opened a bit wider, now alive. "Sorry. Where the shit am I?" He bit his tongue realizing he'd just cursed in front of her. Who knows what she'd do?
"This would be your internal world. As you can tell, it is collapsing quite quickly." She said with that calm tone of hers. Pieces of the sky withered away and fell next to them like droplets of rain.
The knot in his heart grew a bit larger. It was harder than before to get out the next sentence, "I apologize, I have no idea what to say. Please.. go on."
"I give you two choices.." She started, pausing and quirking her lips, "No, no blue or red pills."
He showed his appreciation for her attempt to cheer him up by lighting up one side of his face in a smile. "I know you've brought me here for some specific purpose. Just let it go along the way you want it to.. maybe I do not wish to die just yet."
"You are dead." replied a voice out of the blue. The man had his eyes closed still, yet his words were clear and filled with the authority of a king.
"Yet here are my arms, being awfully graceful with your tea." Amynn's hand clutched the cup tighter.
"A creation of the organ in your head." Came the reply, ignoring the obvious irritation in the one it was addressing. "Just like this whole crumbly world.. just like that hug you gave your lady."
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"Don't tell me you're a buddhist?"
A nice little jab thrown towards the man.
"Tell me what your face was like before you were born?"
Did he evade, or was that a hit?
"You nicked that from a Buddhist.", Amynn's voice now sounded more agitated, straining his throat to the fullest.
"I personally met him, he was a good fellow. Married, too, I think. Does that not make you jealous? What is worse, losing a war or losing a woman?"
That one knocked the wind out of his opponent, whose hand now came slamming onto the table, breaking it into two as he stood up facing the eight foot tall king. He had been through so much recently and the last thing he needed was this. If things went to shit, he would just be dead anyway - for real this time. Blast it all.
"Oh, the little man is quite agitated. Maybe if you were made of sturdier stuff, you would not have lost the way you did.. how does it feel to attain your ideal of being a martyr?" The man stated, his legs hoisting him up. He was a mountain that slowly rose up into the sky blotting out the sun behind him. The water on the shore was swallowed up by red flames, rising up towards the sky as the wood next to the men burned and crumbled into black within the span of a second. The proper lady simply stood up and dusted her skirt off.
Amynn felt a great pressure on his shoulders that could shove his feet deep into the ground if it willed to do so. Yet he stood tall, lucid and dreamy as he was, heart beating out of his chest whilst the fires of anger rose up in his chest. He gazed up at the mountain before him, whose face was masked by the hood of his robe. He himself was a shadow due to how he stood in front of the sun.
"Little Mynn, if you punch the air, what kind of sound does it make?" The mountain teased, his eyebrows rising as though impressed by the display of furor. His hand held Amynn in the air within the next moment, as though it simply had passed through the distance between them like a flash of light. His fingers clasped around the smaller man's neck, tracing his veins.
Amynn felt as though he had been turned into water, finding himself rather floaty and light. He thought he had turned into a wisp, but he was not exactly right. Instead he was the tea in the cup held before the great mountain he had sought to fight, who, taking a moment to gaze at it simply threw it to the waves of the ocean that hungrily rose up to swallow it whole.
The world around the two beings began to crumble, mists clearing out as mountains fell and were replaced by flat lands upon which grew green grass. The woman turned her face to the man who stood gazing towards the sea, a contemplative look on his face.
Her voice spoke again, "What did you gain from doing that?"
Her brother replied without bothering to turn towards her, "Testing his mettle. Strong will, applied inefficiently."
Her voice rose, lips curling in a way that was not so friendly. "You could have done that differently. I for one did not appreciate you taking on the role of a pretentious monk."
"Ha! Those were among the very few questions that stumped even my juicy brain." He replied cheerily, turning around and walking off nonchalantly. "Curious folk, all them. The one before him was a curious case, too. Told me to.. 'fook off' when I asked him something similar."
His laughter could be heard in the distance as he continued speaking, "I should have asked him that other favorite of mine. 'Do polar bears shit in the woods?' Bah! Good old earthmen. You wouldn't hear something like that anywhere else, my good sister."
Meanwhile Amynn sank to his watery grave having been beset upon all sides the sea.
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Endless waves of time gush by, and in a humble abode carved out of pale wood, a Seolfur child leaves his liquid shell, surrounded by the busy chattering of maidservants attending to the woman laid upon a rickety bed. Above them, the dark sky flashes its evil looking smile- the thin crescent moon.