Erwecken mich!
Summer 2021, Week 4
Sunday midnight
Sigfried Al'Daar's Home, Old Towne
Sigfried Al'Daar
The night was cold, the pitter-patter of raindrops upon the shingles ever present amongst the occasional sound of thunder. Sigfried lay in his bed, asleep among the fine sheets made of Egyptian cotton and the plush pillows that adorned the edge of the bed against a mahogany headboard. His brow furrows in his slumber as if something suddenly troubled him as in his sleep he hears a voice calling to him, deep, soft and Germanic in accent. "...Erwecken..." The voice calls him, causing him to stir in his sleep. He bolts upright in his bed as a loud clap of thunder rings out, in cadence with the voice repeating, louder and clearer. "Erwecken" Taking a couple of deep breaths, he moves to find his glasses from the left end table near his bed and focuses on his surroundings. He breathes a sigh of relief as he realizes he is in his room; a fair-sized master bedroom with burgundy wallpaper under a dark brown lattice design, a fireplace retrofitted to use propane rather than wood, with a mantle above that bore the Al'Daar heirloom sword. He grimaces when his eyes lay upon the sword for a brief moment, remembering the manner in which he received the honor of bearing such a family burden that came with it. "Erwecken" He looks around, trying to detect the source of the voice as he calls out "Who's there?" There came no answer to his call. He climbs out of bed and strides over to the blade, picking up the weapon and calls out once more, louder and more commanding, "Who is there?" The grip of the blade feels warm to the touch, Sigfried finding it odd. I could have sworn I- I did turn off the fireplace. he thinks, looking to double check, confirming that it was shut off. "Erwecken mich" The voice came louder, stronger than before. He could feel it pervading his mind like a consciousness that tries to make itself known in his thoughts. He can feel a stirring in his chest, a sort of pull or draw that was unfamiliar to him. It flowed from his chest through his arm, into his hand.. Instinctively, he begins to draw the blade from its scabbard. "Erwecken mich!" His eyes are almost blinded from the flash of light, a sudden change from his dark surroundings in the middle of the night. The blade illuminated with a white fire as he held the sword, his eyes adjusting to the light and gazing with awe at the marvel of this discovery.[Reality Manip, Minor x1, -1EP (9/10)]
As abruptly as he was amazed at this discovery, soon also quickly came a realization. I’m... an Evo. Quickly sheathing the blade back into the scabbard, plunging him back into the dark of night, he places the sword back on the mantle. He takes a few shaky steps back, slowly making his way back to the bed before sitting down on it, pausing before taking off his glasses and setting them back on the end table. This... this is all a dream. He tries to convince himself. A mere fantasy. He lays back down, throwing the covers over himself and looks out the window, watching the flow of the rain run down the glass pane. A bolt of lightning flashes to the South West, turning slightly red as it sustains a little longer than it should. He smiles and turns over, away from the window. Of course it is a dream. Lightning can't be red... Can it?
Type
Record, Historical
Medium
Digital Recording, Text
Authoring Date
July 11, 2021
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