No, seriously. Something is wrong with with him. He look around him careful — Still finding the mountain flatten— He took a step foward before face faulting. His ears were ringing, it took a moment to adjust his senses before standing up agin.
And when he did he heard Voices behind.
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[Sorry for not posting for 2 weeks straight. I occurred to me Writting this Chapter that I had a writer's block. I mean look at my last chapter, shit. I can't read the chapter with cringing at the forced words, plotline. I never had a Writer's block,so I forced myself to write chpt 17. The worst Mistake of my life]
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The flat mountain and the snow disappear from his peripheral and a Dark sky Appear above him — was it always dark?— Actually the darkness was all around him, now that his eyes adjusted to the sudden Darkness.
Icarus, hesitantly, stook a step forward and Fell...
— he's always falling—
Deep down in the inky Darkness. He's heart constricted in Fear — is it though?—
Icarus fell and Fell.
Until he was not sure where he was, which direction he is facing. Is it west? or North? perhaps it's South
He fell and Landed on a hard ground. He gasped as he felt like his heart is suddenly in his throat, he coughed up blood but he's Strangely Alive. But that's okay — he doesn't always die when he want to—
He gulped the precious air and took a moment to compose himself. He stood up and immediately froze.
It's not dark anymore. The landscape has a blue hue onto it, he looked up at the Sun and found a blue giant Floating Ball instead of the sun. He was awed by the sight, he looked at it for a minutes before moving on.
As he looks at his surroundings he found himself in a Courtyard? It seems like it. A house nearby, he looked at it and found it familiar. He walked up to it, hand to the door knob and twisted it slowly.
The door opened with a lousy creak like He's in a horror Flick. He took a breath and stepped inside, He explored the house; walking into the kitchen like something is calling him there.
As he stepped inside he found Artemis there, and his Wife. He paused, The scene before him was annoyingly familiar. Artemis was crying, big,fat ugly tears running on his face. his Wife, holding a bit of a baggage, as she too is crying.
Was I always this ugly crying?
Artemis seems not to notice him. He neared them, as they talked— their mouth moving but Icarus can't hear them— not that he has to hear what they're saying in order to know what they're saying, he was Artermis after all.
On the kitchen too was a book with a big '01' on it's cover page.
Icarus remembered that Artemis — with an extend of him— Liked the number Zero One
Zero represents ' Emptiness' to them, Nothingness, Stagnation. And One represent 'Progression', Life and Moving
0,Zero, Nothingness. Like how He always feel other Times
Everything has a start. 1, Moving up in the world, Progression. The Life he never had but envied
Icarus took a step towards them and—
Fell...
He's always falling
Like how his(Artermis) marriage fell apart.
Like how he fell apart.
He Fell
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When he came to, Morgan— his past reincarnation, he called him that— was infront of him.
"You always find a way to mess up, isn't it?" 'Morgan' hovered above him with a blank face that feel NothingNothingNothingNothing Like the Zero he always liked.
Icarus snorted and replied " Like it's my Fault." He picked himself and dusted himself — Even though his chiton doesn't have dust—
" Not your fault? Icarus you almost died!"
" So? it's not like you care for me, isn't it?"
'Morgan' opened his mouth to respond and closed it with a click.
"I figured" Icarus tsk'ed.
" What you did have serious consequence's, Icarus."
Icarus head peaked up, Puzzled.
"How so?"
'Morgan' ran his hand to his air and sighed.
Like how Icarus and Artemis always do when frustrated.
" Bathing in a Phastamal blood it's a dangerous thing, and you know it!" 'Morgan' breathed in, quite rugged.
Icarus sighed " I do. but I have no choice but to do this. Anyway how did I survived anyway?"
'Morgan' didn't answer. He didn't have to, they both know the answer to that.
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Icarus was sitting on a beach sand, leaning on the chair legs. On the chair sat 'Morgan'. Icarus sighed.
"Were you a God while alive?" Icarus broke the silence between them.
"What do you think?" 'Morgan' Smirked.
"How do Gods die anyway?"
'Morgan' snorted before responding " Gods do die, Don't let the Olympians fool you. As for how? Well that's for you to find you. " He sighed before saying " I'm going somewhere for a while"
Icarus eyes widen in suprising " Going somewhere? How? ar— oh" Rapid fire spitting questions before he held his tongue because he realized something. Because he's— "You're disappearing."
" Im not a Soul as I've lead you to believe. But more of a lingering Will. A fragment of the Whole, I wasn't meant to be here to begin with."
" Oh." That's all Icarus can say, as dull pains echo in his chest. Even as another person that is Close him to die, all he felt was—dull pain,Fated in the background—
Watching Himself die is the most painful thing he ever experienced And the beautiful thing he ever seen.
...
...
Icarus was the one who sat on the chair, at the end of the day...
Because the one who usually sat there Ain't there Anymore...
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Icarus eyes snapped open, looking at the Blue sky above. He sat up on the cold, hard ground — he wake up like this More than he'd like—
He stood up. Looking at the sky again he thought ' Afternoon' Its been hours. He's sure that the village is worried about him.—The village is small(it isn't) everyone knew each other—
With a shake of his head he shook all the cobwebs lingering in his head. He took a step foward and felt something beneath his feet, lifting his feet he saw an Iron Clamp on the earth. Its one of the clamps he had used to stabilize His spear, Now, looking around careful he found pieces of wood and other metal Clamps — indicating that his spear got destroyed—
Icarus Looked at the pieces with a blank face
Everything he touches eventually turns into mush...
He already accepted that part of himself.
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Icarus Pushed the huge hovering board with a huff. Earlier he didn't want to leave the carcass of the Beast on the now Flatted Mountain. So he came up with a nifty inventions, nothing that a modern Century guy can't make. He had asked the Wood Nymph around the area to give me a few woods to build this huge board.
He had built it but with a few useful Runes. Like the rune of Gravity,Wind, Mass and Motion.
The gravity rune suspended the Board above the actual ground, The Wind And The Motion Rune helps him to move the Board around. The Rune of Mass Reduce the weight of the Beast and the Board.
Even though the mass Rune reduced the weight of the Lesser Dragon, Icarus was still a Eight year old child. His victory against The Beast was a Lucky Concidence. Lady Luck has smiled upon him this particular day. Otherwise he would've been dead.
Wrapped in a Shroud and Burned.
Deadeadeadeadeadeadeadead
He shook his head to dispell the Nasty thoughts. He was about to continue his journey when a loud Roar filled in his ears.
He looked up and found himself at the gates of the village, guards and all the people standing there smiling, some were crying. Icarus stood dumbfounded for a moment Before a wave of cheer erupted from them again.
Icarus looked around, finding familiar faces smiling in joy. And Icarus—
And Icarus Smiled.
His smile filled with Childish joy and happiness. For once in his current life his smile is more real, it wasn't mocking or filled with self-despicable or a grimace disguised as a smile.
As he entered the gate, The people came, thanking him, ruffling his head, rough pats on his shoulders or back. Icarus just stood there soaking their happiness with a giddy smile. For a moment Icarus Looked like a child that he is.
Because No matter what Ancient Knowledge rest in his mind, no matter if He remember The Past, Present and The Future . Icarus was/Is a child, he didn't live twice nor did he die twice. He's Icarus and His Past reincarnations have their Own identities.
Just like that Icarus felt like the heavy load that he always carried fade away, not completely..never completely. But Icarus can feel himself Becoming his own person again. His Magic, Mana, responded to his happy feelings as it surged and filled the Village.
That Night, all the villagers sat around the Hearth joking, laughing and telling Tales to the young ones, Drinking Ale. Icarus felt like he did something right in his life.
'Is this how heroes of Old felt when saving people?'
' I want this' Icarus thought as he looked at the happy atmosphere in the village and Smiled Again.
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A/N: Ever Felt a Writer's block? Damn it had me almost giving up on my fic. i felt like my motivation is for nothing, my feelings always low. It didnt help that I consider my fic to be the most poor fic that ever graced Fanfiction net. Im not the best at Writting, i suppose i will never be.
Anyway, What do want to occur in this fic? i have the perfect ending in mind but as for the middle part? nah, perhaps you could help me decide, im in need of a counseling.
Anyway I hope you enjoy It!!