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Dreams - 1
Scene opens, blurry and wobbly, as if in someone else's perspective. Movie seemed to work fine, could feel heartbeat and brain throbbing simultaneously. As he tries to move, clinking noise could be heard from very close and his hand felt heavier too. View gets clear as he comes to consciousness, on ground, head throbbing in pain and body paining all over. His hands shackled by chain. He looks straight as no-one could be seen nearby, turns around as shady, tall figure comes into view, view of tall lady accompanied by knights, who was she? Is she some high rank person? Questions filled his minds not before he felt whip on his back by knights who appeared at his back suddenly and with very disgusted voice said "Kneel to her highness"
His tone disgusted and ominous, as supposed Queen passed by him and disappeared around next corner. Where was he? What happened to him? What was he doing here? And most importantly...What was this place?. His questions kept going whose answer he would rather not know.
Days passed as he kept working in shackles, building some figure which was half built, or as if half destroyed, whose incomplete state felt recognisable yet his memory didn't help him recognize it. He looked around, no other 'worker' close by. It was long stretching open field where exit was nowhere to be seen, just guard standing at guard near path, only interpreted as exit in his eyes.
Days passed, it became weeks, then months. He kept building whatever he was said by guard, taking structure brick by brick, literally. A wall, with outpost at end for archer? Though by guards weapon it seemed time of cannon. How did he knew of cannon? He couldn't answer himself and kept working.
Only few thousands brick left until he was done. As one by one brick went from his grasp, questions of unknown future filled his mind, What'll they do with him? Will he keep living? Will he be freed? Freed? he chuckles at his own unspoken words and continues talking to himself, "Freeing free slaves is no other than digging their own graves, All come for revenge, to pay them back". Surprisingly his mind silenced and another question popped "How did he knew this?" He felt as if he spoke from his experience, blurry memories and pain filled his head again, not before a yell from guard dispelled it all. The yell sounded frantic and he felt as if he saw sweat on guard? From anxiety? From heat? As if he cared to know answer to that.
Day ended and he waited with held breath for command from the guard. "Walk there and jump down the hole". The guard said with guilty look, then confidence as if he convinced himself for this and then led him towards the path he suspected as 'The Exit' before. Guards let him bypass and he kept walking, gust of wind hitting him after so long, or maybe it was windy but he didn't felt because of heat. He kept walking, every next step with more joy, his step quickening, he dashed slowly picking up pace, strong winds hitting in his face. Soon everything fell silent....air filled with newfound ominous feeling, a loud shriek hit his ears as he lost his balance and fell in pit hole, he looked behind, distance from 'The Exit' just few steps away, "I walked for minutes, how is it this close?" He asked himself hoping for no answer back, he kept staring at 'The Exit', the gate he oh so long wanted to bypass, the gate he wished to walk out of, now he wanted to go back in it, out of the unknown.
As he kept staring to very direction, he felt time getting slow, "When people die they get flashbacks, time gets slow" so many things he heard came to his mind, did he recognize those people? He felt so but no name popped in his head. He gave up, closed his eyes trying to remember his 'life', not the one of slavery but of life before he woke up in those shackles and throbbing head, the memories he felt he remembers yet he doesn't, people whose words he knows but not their face, experience his body knew but not his mind.
Darkness filled around him, his body floating around, no start, no end, no destination, no direction. Fleeting through, around nothing .... To Nowhere.
A flashing light came out of nowhere, his senses back, the feeling of touch, smell, hearing, he longed for so unknown long time. His view got clearer, smoke and heat around him, sitting on something, surprisingly high, as high as the wall he built before. "Is it same place again?" He asked, mind instilling with fear every second. He saw guard coming towards him, he blocked in defence, hands no longer heavy by shackles, instead, full of jewelry. His joy didn't last long, he saw a shady figure barging in, his voice fading, throat drying up and goosebumps hitting his skin, chill running down his spine. The lady, The Queen herself, but wait...isn't he king?....He is, he looked around as he was sitting on lavish throne, fit for him, specially carpented....or maybe forged because of oozing shine of gold from it. He looked at the Queen's direction, her attire now clear as dust from falling of doors settled down, confusion and suspicion filling in his head, "Wait...isn't she Queen, why is she...in normal clothes, why was she looking at him in disgust and why he felt his body saying to run away". His questions were not answered and probably won't, The Queen hit him on head with thick stick she brought along her, crowd cheering on for her. His view getting blurry as he saw some shackles and slaves cheering on for her too. "Ah...so that's....how it is....This is who I am..." He said to himself and felt his body falling to ease.
Scene opens, blurry and wobbly, head heavy and body throbbing in pain, his memories blurry, hands shackled...... and his soul....at ease.....was it his soul? Was it his body? Was he somewhere?...or was he...nowhere?
Scene opens, blurry and wobbly, as if in someone else's perspective. Movie seemed to work fine, could feel heartbeat and brain throbbing simultaneously. As he tries to move, clinking noise could be heard from very close and his hand felt heavier too. View gets clear as he comes to consciousness, on ground, head throbbing in pain and body paining all over. His hands shackled by chain. He looks straight as no-one could be seen nearby, turns around as shady, tall figure comes into view, view of tall lady accompanied by knights, who was she? Is she some high rank person? Questions filled his minds not before he felt whip on his back by knights who appeared at his back suddenly and with very disgusted voice said "Kneel to her highness"
His tone disgusted and ominous, as supposed Queen passed by him and disappeared around next corner. Where was he? What happened to him? What was he doing here? And most importantly...What was this place?. His questions kept going whose answer he would rather not know.
Days passed as he kept working in shackles, building some figure which was half built, or as if half destroyed, whose incomplete state felt recognisable yet his memory didn't help him recognize it. He looked around, no other 'worker' close by. It was long stretching open field where exit was nowhere to be seen, just guard standing at guard near path, only interpreted as exit in his eyes.
Days passed, it became weeks, then months. He kept building whatever he was said by guard, taking structure brick by brick, literally. A wall, with outpost at end for archer? Though by guards weapon it seemed time of cannon. How did he knew of cannon? He couldn't answer himself and kept working.
Only few thousands brick left until he was done. As one by one brick went from his grasp, questions of unknown future filled his mind, What'll they do with him? Will he keep living? Will he be freed? Freed? he chuckles at his own unspoken words and continues talking to himself, "Freeing free slaves is no other than digging their own graves, All come for revenge, to pay them back". Surprisingly his mind silenced and another question popped "How did he knew this?" He felt as if he spoke from his experience, blurry memories and pain filled his head again, not before a yell from guard dispelled it all. The yell sounded frantic and he felt as if he saw sweat on guard? From anxiety? From heat? As if he cared to know answer to that.
Day ended and he waited with held breath for command from the guard. "Walk there and jump down the hole". The guard said with guilty look, then confidence as if he convinced himself for this and then led him towards the path he suspected as 'The Exit' before. Guards let him bypass and he kept walking, gust of wind hitting him after so long, or maybe it was windy but he didn't felt because of heat. He kept walking, every next step with more joy, his step quickening, he dashed slowly picking up pace, strong winds hitting in his face. Soon everything fell silent....air filled with newfound ominous feeling, a loud shriek hit his ears as he lost his balance and fell in pit hole, he looked behind, distance from 'The Exit' just few steps away, "I walked for minutes, how is it this close?" He asked himself hoping for no answer back, he kept staring at 'The Exit', the gate he oh so long wanted to bypass, the gate he wished to walk out of, now he wanted to go back in it, out of the unknown.
As he kept staring to very direction, he felt time getting slow, "When people die they get flashbacks, time gets slow" so many things he heard came to his mind, did he recognize those people? He felt so but no name popped in his head. He gave up, closed his eyes trying to remember his 'life', not the one of slavery but of life before he woke up in those shackles and throbbing head, the memories he felt he remembers yet he doesn't, people whose words he knows but not their face, experience his body knew but not his mind.
Darkness filled around him, his body floating around, no start, no end, no destination, no direction. Fleeting through, around nothing .... To Nowhere.
A flashing light came out of nowhere, his senses back, the feeling of touch, smell, hearing, he longed for so unknown long time. His view got clearer, smoke and heat around him, sitting on something, surprisingly high, as high as the wall he built before. "Is it same place again?" He asked, mind instilling with fear every second. He saw guard coming towards him, he blocked in defence, hands no longer heavy by shackles, instead, full of jewelry. His joy didn't last long, he saw a shady figure barging in, his voice fading, throat drying up and goosebumps hitting his skin, chill running down his spine. The lady, The Queen herself, but wait...isn't he king?....He is, he looked around as he was sitting on lavish throne, fit for him, specially carpented....or maybe forged because of oozing shine of gold from it. He looked at the Queen's direction, her attire now clear as dust from falling of doors settled down, confusion and suspicion filling in his head, "Wait...isn't she Queen, why is she...in normal clothes, why was she looking at him in disgust and why he felt his body saying to run away". His questions were not answered and probably won't, The Queen hit him on head with thick stick she brought along her, crowd cheering on for her. His view getting blurry as he saw some shackles and slaves cheering on for her too. "Ah...so that's....how it is....This is who I am..." He said to himself and felt his body falling to ease.
Scene opens, blurry and wobbly, head heavy and body throbbing in pain, his memories blurry, hands shackled...... and his soul....at ease.....was it his soul? Was it his body? Was he somewhere?...or was he...nowhere?
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