Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
I really need to speak to Tal. Alone.
Once again, we I woke up in a cave, with Pepper on my chest. Tal had already got up and taken her string from the Lute, and was offering me my own, so shooing Pepper I took it. It glowed, a powerful white glow as I took it but didn't do anything else, which I believe secretly, I was pleased about. I took it and wrapped it around Peppers glove.
I'd spotted an archway out of the cave, blocked by a boulder and as the others took their own strings with more eagerness than myself I decided to check it out. It was far heavier than anticipated, so I started checking it for weakness whilst the others were doing whatever it is they do. Prometheus confirmed to us that was the way, but he was unable to lift it himself. Taking hold of Tal's spear, I broke off a few chunks to make it easier and with extreme effort and a little help from the others, we managed to move the boulder out of the way.
Behind us, Kelly had eaten her string, for some fool reason and found out that is how to get the memories back. Everybody dug in in excitement, leaving just Rupper and myself. I thought about leaving my memory be, but Rupper inspired me to go for it.
"If all my friends jumped off a bridge, would I follow?" He said before swallowing. Well, i'd jumped off more than enough heights, so I could not skip out on this one. I rolled up the string and swallowed.
I suddenly found myself in a chamber, with stained glass windows. Some kind of church? The room was full of people in a mix of modern clothes, and more traditional looking garb. Lot's of beads. I was wearing a Tuxedo, and as I looked around, I saw a powerful figure dressed in eagle feathers opening the door to let in a group of four women carrying some kind of litter, with Tal within.
My first thought was it was some kind of funeral, or sacrifice, but Tal stepped out of the litter and... well, she looked stunning, my heart sped up, I just wanted to move in and kiss her. Feelings I am not accustomed to overwhelmed me as a ceremony was held. A marriage ceremony celebrating both of our cultures, and both of our love for each other.
My father was watching. Unexpectedly, I recall, as we were married. Tal and I were married.
I'm still trying to compute that. Was Rhia right all along? Do I have hidden feeling for Tal? Were we man and Wife? My memories indicate so.
My mind was still abuzz, when Rupper gave me a cigarette and I walked following the others down the path. Tal was trying to speak to me, and I was perhaps more abrupt than I should have been. I really can't afford feelings now, all we've worked for, all the respect i've earned. It would be unravelled by such emotional weakness. I put it to the back of my mind, figuring I would get time to sift through later and speak to Tal about it then.
She herself seemed to be having trouble with her memories. Perhaps she had seen the same thing.
We left the caves, amidst pain. A membrane stopping us, but I pushed through, the metaphor for birth not lost on me. In this case, rebirth, rather. Our celebrations were cut short as Prometheus left and Rhia revealed our ordeal is not yet over. We're still dead.
We went to the urban sprawl I could see. I had no idea where I was, someone said Naples. Never heard of it. Someone else said that was in Italy. I've never heard of there either. Eventually, despite the others fooling around, enjoying haunting the place, Tal managed to find someone who could see us and hurried us to his office, away from the Keepers, who were later explained to be alien lawmen. I didn't think we had anything to fear from the law, but Merrywether said we're spectors, and well, spectors are illegal.
Getting inside, we went through a list of options to get our bodies back. The simplest was just finding them and sacrificing criminals in our place, but predictably, half the group disagreed. There were other options, Shabti's, which would involve exploring my own past in order to find the workshop I made Kathy, the Egyptian Book of the Dead- we'd need to go to Cairo. Rhia suggested her father, he is after all, a ferryman himself.
We didn't have time to make up our mind, as shortly after we worked out we'd been dead for six years, we also realised we let other ghosts out with us. We'd have to find somewhere safer to discuss our options, and I still need to speak to Tal.
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