Aeoryi

King's Folly stuff

for those who don't know: King's folly is my daily project that helps me improve as a person and as a writer. 1st person present has been a weak point for me and I wish to improve.

This chapter is number 5. Other chapters are posted as status updates. Tomorrow there will be a special chapter. You will see.

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 It was a while before anything changed. The rock I stand on is a tall and jagged rock. The monsterous water surges around me. The crys of the innocent and the guilty are drowning. All thanks to myself. 

The sun was starting to completely set. It would be a long night. The water provides no silence. It is going to be a heartless night. 

The weather is not in a kindly mood. Water rains down on water, the darkening of the encroaching night sky lights up with bouts of thunder and lightning. Gods are fowl sometimes. There is nothing I can really do about it. We people are often at the hands of the gods. They play us as they will.

There is nothing to look at. Even the waters calm as the storm rages. Efridit, the Waterdrowned, is satisfied with the horrific lesson he has brought upon all of us. He has expanded his territory, and I am now stranded. The clouds shift and makes room for a new divine fury. Hail is storming down. I am cold. The weather is not relenting. This is what divine judgement feels like.

The grey taking over the sky expells a beast. It is not a demon  nor a god. It is a dragon. The dragon's true colour is lost in the wild tempest. The flying creature heads towards me. It is scaled with reflections of the weather's mighty powers. It is horned with boney spikes that somehow echo age. The crown of the dragon only fits its head, where its deep green eyes lie. The eyes are deeper than the waters below. They can see beyond and they do not hide it. That is the mighty visage of the ruler of the air, the guardian of the skies, the dragon. 

The dragon lands in front of me. It tells me that it is here from the heavens and that I have my presence requested there. I get on the dragon. I have no reason not to, and there is not a second option. The creature's scaled back is colder than the air as it ascends to the heavens above. The journey is longer than I would've expected and it is not any better once I reach the domain of the weather. 

Finally we reach the heavens. The heavens is more like a busy city than a divine homeland. It houses commoners off to the side who elevated to a godly status yet found no followers. A god, after all, is only as strong as its followers. The commeners pay me no attention as I walk through the main street to the place of the octogon.

The Octogon is a group of gods. They each are as unique as they are powerful. The weather is one of these gods, yet fate is another. As most cannot speak they have one god speak for them This speaker has eight constantly changing faces across his head. Finally, he speaks. 

"The Octogon is not pleased with your actions. You have caused the Efridit to rampage and kill off many. Normally, we would reserve Divine Retribution for these insidious acts, and smite you down, but there is a unique oppertunity here."

"I wish of you to tell me this oppertunity."

"The Octogon has noticed that you have this unique power."

"Do I get to know this power?" 

"It is the power to turn back time. So we give a choice. Long ago, we made the folly of letting the demons live. These demons have weakened themselves to escape our binding on them. Because we left them alive, we let monsters like Efridit form. That is our folly. We ask you to fix it."

My mind is overwhelmed now. I do have the power to turn back time. I can see it within myself. How much of this is true? I can only test it. I reach for my temporal ability and grab it.

I turn back time and accept godhood to fix the gods' folly.

King's Folly Stuff

For those who don't know: the king's folly is a daily activity that I do where I practice self improvement and writing. It helps me overcome my fear of failure while being fun and practical. It develops skills in writing in 1st person, present tense, and being descriptive, all of which I am terrible at. 

I post these daily writings as Status updates. You can probably search up 'King's folly' and this will pop up.

Additionally, I thank those who read the stuff I write. It means a lot to me. Dedicated to those who doesn't write but should.

Lets get to it: King's Folly Chapter 4

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I stop once the thoughts start flowing back into my head. The earth demons had blackmailed me into challenging Efridit, The Waterdrowned. Efridit was THE most powerful demon on the face of the land. I don't see a way out of this, so I take the path to the eastern ocean, the lair of Efridit. 

The path is gravelly. There are scarce towns on it, and the entire thing takes 6 hours to traverse. The scenery is imperfect, especially if this is the last of the land I shall see. Massive trees dot the plains and slowly thicken to a forest. The forest abruptly ends at a beach. The forest itself is massive. Small rays of light penetrate the massive canopy of green to dance on the sandy ground. moss grows on everything peacefully, and gentle noises can be heard through the forest. There were barely any travelers here, and the nature took full advantage of that. The path was walked by few. There was rarely anyone who survived any encounter with Efridit.

The peace of the forest was soon changed for the chaos of the bay. The sound of waves relentlessly smashing the rock was amplified by the crags that stood on the stoney rock. The entire rock shelf was tilted at a diagonal and extremely plated. Each layer was worth a thousand years, and you can tell the that no year is wasted. The charcoal grey of the rocky shores was a empty canvas for the greenery that was sprayed on the rock. Mosses of all shades of green lines edges that waves do not touch. Algae marks where the tide has been. A fog of uncertainty filled the air as I walked forward onto the precipice of rock that lay at the peak of all the other slabs of stone. 

I stand in front of the most natural force in eldritch form. The ocean. The waters clearly sense something, and the deep depths shift to a shape. 

The ocean rises. The form of Efridit is made from all the water in the ocean. And thats when I realise Efridit doesn't live in the ocean, he is the ocean. That scares me so much. The aquatic terror is constantly changing. The waves that run across the ancient being's form are dragged by ghastly hands that protrude from the water. The skeleton hands vanish after they leave the form of the Waterdrowned, leaving the waves to their unknown fate. The eyes of Efridit are the waves, and many are crashing towards me. They are curious. And angry.

"Why do you break our agreement, foolish mortal? You have long known the rules." The water terror speaks from the water. The voice booms with the landscape, echoing off into the day.I do not know what the ancient one is talking about. I grow confused. 

"I do not know the rules. You must explain them to me." I say bravely. I am after all, stalling death. 

Efridit bothers not with explaining the rules. He speaks with his infinite voice, "I cannot kill you, but I can kill the world around you. YOU KNEW THE TERMS. I WILL NOW BRING THE WORLD TO ITS KNEES."

I am confused. Why can all the power of the ocean not kill me? Why is it unable to? I ask another question to buy myself invaluble time. "I do not know the rules. I am not bound by this pact."

"IT IS NOT MY RESPONSABILITY TO TEACH YOU THE PACT THAT YOUR KIN DID NOT. I WILL RUIN THE WORLD IN YOUR NAME"

I start to speak, but Efridit acts first. The waves come crashing down. Each one is less relenting than the first. The water fills up the entire shore, and everything starts moving. The trees crash down into the muddy waters. The bushes fly in the new wave that I am riding. The rocks uproot and scatter across the new depths. The path gets wiped away like a unwanted artwork. The sounds cease to the collosal sound of water ruining the world. The scarce towns are too washed away in the purifying wave of ruin. 

I feel responsible once the torrent hits the city. Screams ring as water floods the land up to their roofs. The castle itself lies in a yard of water. The roofs are torn up, churned, and spat out into the fray. The people get crashed by waves. The children's games are ended by this sweeping force of eldritch and nature. I am at its head, on the same precipice that I challenged Efridit, the progenator of the unholy act, on. It is preserved for me to see the world thrown into ruin. The rocky shelf piece finally lands home in a small crag. The water and objects of the world pass by, until finally, after hours of constant rushing water, it stops.

 I can only think of where to go now. There was no way off this rock without dying to the massive 6 foot waves that threatened my safe stone. I was going to die, after throwing the world into ruin.

It feels bad to end the world by accident.