Thaidakar the Ghostblood

He reached for the doorknob of his room. When it didn't yield to his initial soft pull, Thaidakar ripped it back. it shattered as he threw it at the wall behind him. The knob crumped in his fingers and he clenched further into a spindle as he walked into his room. Around him were his trappings of old, his bed, his desk, his things. A power worked in him, drawing him to the desk. He dragged his finger over it, lifting half an inch of dust. He opened his laptop and the mechanical light bathed him in blues. His eyes blazed red in combat. It was open to an overview of a battle. The battle. There were their assets, there were the enemies, there were the walls, there were the different sectors... And there was Thaidakar. In a spasm of hurt that bubbled and trickled through his veins, power blazed from his eyes and incinerated the laptop. The slag dried on to the floor, melting the floorboards. A book lay open on the bed. Wiping the dust away, Thaid picked it up and read a few lines. He trembled, dropping the book. Pain roared in him, but he silenced it. In a mirror above his desk, something flickered. Thaidakar turned sharply, "Get out of my head..." his voice was hoarse, rippling with exhaustion and worry. A thing of red with black eyes stared him back, a toothy grin adorning its fell features. "Hello, my child." The mirror shattered, the wall behind it charred from the fiery energy Thaidakar had thrown at it. The thing leered at him from the shards on the ground, its voice carrying around him, "I am your past, present and future, Thaidakar, my son. You are mine. Together, we will do great things. They have not cared about you. No, once you became your own person, free from their ridiculousness, they saw you as less than a man. A memory. And you are much much more than that... They don't deserve you." A scream ripped from his throat. His eyes snapped closed and he buried the voice as far into the back of his mind as possible. When his eyes opened, there was nothing in the mirror. He was safe. And, yet, somehow he expected a voice to say, "Lies..." It never came.

12. Failure.

One year. Little can be said that fully encapsulates the emotions that now plagued Thaidakar's mind. "One year... One entire year... my friends..." Had they even looked for him? Had they even noticed? Had they cared? Had they ever cared? Thaidakar's eyes hardened and he stood, "I will return." He shot into the air, flying into the corridors of the clinic.

Thaidakar turned to look at the wall as she talked and he whispered, "How long... how long has it been?"

Thaidakar bit his lip, "I've been sleeping for too long..." He sighed, sitting on a nearby bench. "Is my room still here?"

"Emma," Thaidakar said quietly. His hand quenched itself and he turned away, "The twins are their children, then?"

"Then will you point me to someone who can tell me?" Thaidakar asked. He descended to the ground, taking on a mask of an affable man, "I am in a hurry, and, believe me, I have a thin patience." He chuckled as if he'd made some grand joke as his fingers burst in a threatening flame. "He and I are old friends."

"Believe me, I know," he said lightly. "I worked here once. Where's Calano?"

Thaidakar's head nodded with the dream. He'd almost forgotten. The room was darkness to him, masked in red and black. Shadows threw the tables and stools into distorted shapes. Voices clawed their way into his ears and threatened his peace. Thaidakar ignored them. The fell liquid clambered down his t throat in repetition. He didn't feel it anymore. Why didn't he feel it anymore? His hand moved outside of conscious thought, bringing the cup to his lips every second, every moment. Maybe this time it would drown out the pain. The cup fell to the ground and each piece embedded itself into the walls. Liquid sprayed forth, a red fire growing on each droplet. The empty cask of a man fell to the ground, the shards stabbing into his back. What remained was a shadow, a remnant. And he would always be that. He was the fossilized remains of what had once been a man who could feel. Watching from a corner in the room, a small thing with feathers smiled with satisfaction. "There you are, chosen one," it whispered. It tapped a small ring on its leg and the holographic form of the king met its eyes. "He is here." "Good," Chickeee responded, "I will come." The chicken drew its shimmering dagger and waited, watching the thing on the ground. It had taken many ages of mortals to find him, but today they would kill him. Finally. Satisfaction was a cruel delight. To Thaidakar, there was nothing but the nightmares which plagued him. A repeated motion of ancient evils in his mind. He didn't see the chicken on the barrel. He didn't notice when one of the walls burst open, free to the darkness of a narrow cavern. And, he didn't see it when a hulking mass of a thing entered the room, ripping apart the roof with its enormous helmet. King Chickeee in his mechanical suit, an arrogantly placed crown on his head, laughed at the pathetic coward on the ground, "This is the chosen one?" The voice in his mind gave affirmation. "You should have chosen better," said Chickeee, spikes extended from his armored gauntlets. "I will enjoy killing him." Tears dripped from Thaidakar's eyes, sinking into the cursed ground next to the burning liquor. Yet, even as he fell into the pits of torture, something grew in him. A lust for... for what? Chickeee raised his mechanical arms and swung down to end Thaidakar's life once and for all. He laughed, "Goodbye, chosen one!" Metal touched Thaidakar's back, seeking their first kill. Yet, before they could, their target was gone. Instead, the mech was blown apart and the king's neck was in the now levitating Thaidakar's hands. His eyes were closed, yet they couldn't cease the glowing read tears from seeping down. Crimson flames with black hearts grew around Thaidakar as he raised King Chickee, who was scrambling for breath, higher into the air. Chickeee gasped, "Fr-free m-me..." "You want forgiveness? Get religion." *cough* I mean- There was no reply, only the "chosen one's" hand tightened. Chickeee begged, pleaded. Soon he was quiet. The chicken in the corner rushed at Thaidakar. Thaidakar turned, blasted the chicken in the heart with the fires of grief. The lifeless body of Chickeee slid to the ground. The chicken priest's dagger flew at Thaidakar, yet it quickly slowed to a stop in front of him, inches away from his eye. Thaidakar touched it on the tip and it crumpled, falling to the ground. He turned to the broken room around him and he roared. The wood, rock and steel burst into flames, falling apart. Thaidakar looked up to the ceiling, a sudden desire for light growing in him. If they were all dead, so be it. And if they weren't, so be it. And he found, to his surprise, that he didn't care either way. Pure energy blasted through his eyes, blasting a hole in the roof, turning the rock to slag. Thaidakar, though as a bullet, soared up, going higher and higher through layers of existence until, finally... The dark red flames were the first thing that appeared in the lobby of the clinic, roaring up from the ground and blasting a man sized whole in the flooring. Soon followed Thaidakar, levitating with his hands at his sides, eyes pure crimson, his locks of hair flowing freely in flight about him as a crown adorned with flames. It was good to be back.

winning win

Me too! *eats soul*

Join me and together we will eat all of the souls!

Welcome to the Shard!

Mmmmm. Tasty souls.

How dare you. *Le calls the grammar police.*

Y=15 x=3

I think it's benson Boone music.

What about ygrulameh?

I mean, divide by three and you're basically right.

XD Good question. As I said in the imagine how other sharders look like, I am definitely four. Definitely...