Geel-Kajin
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Geel, locked in his own battle, did not hear anything but the rustle of his opponent's robes, smell anything but the brown crust on the man's skin, nor see anything but the jet black of his hateful narrowed eyes. It was as if he was in a world of his own, where nobody else existed but he and his enemy. Everything else was in the background, unfocused and dim. All that mattered now was getting out of this surreal, hellish, highlight of a scene alive.
It was thus to his unwanted surprise, therefore, when the single dulled window by the altar turned a unearthly ethereal white, illuminating the room in ghostly paleness. Geel looked up at the window and suddenly, that little world of his seemed dim and insignificant, small and hardly worth anyone's concentration. For nothing could compare to the power of that spectral moon, which now basked unbarred by cloud and snow, lighting the world in all it's cruel glory.
In that rarity of a moment, where the full moon shone in pure unfiltered radiance, every man in battle, every shadow by the wall, every battered body was slowly turned into a shade of white. The radius of it's white glow grew, from a small beam that cut through the centre of the room, to a wide arc that began to envelop all. Nothing could hide from that higher power, which bore an aura of evil undefined. It seemed to work some arcane magic, converting friend and foe, weak and strong alike under it's brightness, changing all their statuses to become that of a victim of it's predatory nature.
When the moonlight beams stretched past Geel, nothing seemed to matter anymore under it's glow. His problems- Who cared about his problems? Why did he worry so much about his past, his future? Why were their fragile lives so important? The full moon erased all doubt, all trouble. He could stand forever, still and silent, illuminated under the light from the window. The ancient magics had told him the truth; Nothing mattered.
For that moment, he didn't care anymore. Their mission, the Falmer-Who cared if they saved this crumbling, dystopian world? Staring right into the moon's orb, he wanted needed, wanted to simply lay down his weapon, turn a blind eye to the problems they were trying to fix. He could just stand here, gaze into the moon for the rest of eternity. When the Falmer came to cut him down, they would be the same shade of white as the others who stood transfixed, and their blades would only be as cold on his skin as the moon was now-He would not see nor feel a thing. In that moment, Geel was convinced that all was right with the world-That peaceful, tranquil, perfect world.
Then the light expanded to his left and right, and that was when he broke free from the moon's manipulative aura and intent. For when those in the darkness were cast into the light, Geel saw something; something which could break even the strongest of illusions, could chill the bone and rend the mind. It was so impossible, so ludicrous, yet...
Where his friend once stood on his right, now towered a nightmare in the moonlight.
It was thus to his unwanted surprise, therefore, when the single dulled window by the altar turned a unearthly ethereal white, illuminating the room in ghostly paleness. Geel looked up at the window and suddenly, that little world of his seemed dim and insignificant, small and hardly worth anyone's concentration. For nothing could compare to the power of that spectral moon, which now basked unbarred by cloud and snow, lighting the world in all it's cruel glory.
In that rarity of a moment, where the full moon shone in pure unfiltered radiance, every man in battle, every shadow by the wall, every battered body was slowly turned into a shade of white. The radius of it's white glow grew, from a small beam that cut through the centre of the room, to a wide arc that began to envelop all. Nothing could hide from that higher power, which bore an aura of evil undefined. It seemed to work some arcane magic, converting friend and foe, weak and strong alike under it's brightness, changing all their statuses to become that of a victim of it's predatory nature.
When the moonlight beams stretched past Geel, nothing seemed to matter anymore under it's glow. His problems- Who cared about his problems? Why did he worry so much about his past, his future? Why were their fragile lives so important? The full moon erased all doubt, all trouble. He could stand forever, still and silent, illuminated under the light from the window. The ancient magics had told him the truth; Nothing mattered.
For that moment, he didn't care anymore. Their mission, the Falmer-Who cared if they saved this crumbling, dystopian world? Staring right into the moon's orb, he wanted needed, wanted to simply lay down his weapon, turn a blind eye to the problems they were trying to fix. He could just stand here, gaze into the moon for the rest of eternity. When the Falmer came to cut him down, they would be the same shade of white as the others who stood transfixed, and their blades would only be as cold on his skin as the moon was now-He would not see nor feel a thing. In that moment, Geel was convinced that all was right with the world-That peaceful, tranquil, perfect world.
Then the light expanded to his left and right, and that was when he broke free from the moon's manipulative aura and intent. For when those in the darkness were cast into the light, Geel saw something; something which could break even the strongest of illusions, could chill the bone and rend the mind. It was so impossible, so ludicrous, yet...
Where his friend once stood on his right, now towered a nightmare in the moonlight.