"Help me find the light"/Viscet Tryout/DNP!

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"Help me find the light."

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I wake up, pebbles digging into my sweaty pelt. I remember nothing, not even my name. All I had my myself and a dark cave. I stand up, my ankles sore as if I'd walked miles, my paws shaky. I fell, knelling on the ground to regain balance. Who was I? What had happened to me? Not knowing who you are feels like insanity. Was I thinking, or were the caves whispering with echoed voices? I don't know, I probably never will. I stand up again, still slightly shaky but strong enough to stand. Multiple caves tunnels stretch out all around me. Which to take?

I chose one. Walking through the dark grey vortexs, the caves circling around me. Where in the nine realms was I? I was lost with no lantern. No hope. I came to another chamber, empty besides the bones of what looked liked a drake or wyvern, long dead, its bones bleached even though no sunlight shone down here. Something compelled me to the dry bone pile, some type of odd instinct. I picked up the skeletal wings, sliding them over my shoulders like armour, the spiking wings protruding from my back. It felt good to have wings, but even more odd, it felt familiar. I felt like wings had once been a part of me, the wight reassuring against my shoulder blades. A skull lay in the dirt as well. I lifted it gently, fitting it over my face, it resting softly over my facial features. It felt like a helm, protecting my face from attack and hurt. Where did I know that feeling from? I shook the odd creeping feeling of a missing story, continuing down the damp corridors.

Flashback 1

We were chained. We were chained in the caves, a dungeon. One viscet, who I supposed was our leader, sat calmly with his eyes closed, calculating a way to escape. My shoulders throbbed, my paws aching against the sharp steel. A red Viscet came in, multiple eyes blinking in the gloom. He took our leader. Panic flooded the leaders face, his paws scrabbling to stay imprisoned with us. Days later we were taken out, marching past a dark chasm like pit. I took one look into the pit, the bottom obscured by smoggy darkness, edging away. One of the red viscets smirked, seeing the fear in my eyes. He approached, his grin turning more and more creepy as he stalked towards me. His paws outstretched, he pushed me. As I fell I could hear the screams of my comrades, the older infernal viscet scolding the one who had pushed me. The chains on my paws flew into the air, a scream stuck in my throut, suffocating.
[Falling art]
Darkness.

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I keep walking, feeling the cave start to slope upward beneath my feet, the caves getting warmer as well. I didn't know why, but the warm air freaked me out more then the colder air below. I reached a chamber, a stone throne on the far wall, the cold stone draped in silks of orange and white. Torches flickered along the wall, though no one was in the room. I crept slowly through the room, feeling like something was going to jump out and attack me if I made a noise louder then sneaking footfalls. As I get towards the doorway into the next hall, I dart into the hall, a bad feeling that something was in that room, even if I couldn't see it. The hallway seems to shrink around me, claustrophobia sinking in. I had to leave this maze of caves as soon as I could, my missing memory the second thing on my list of priorities, just under escaping. The cave walls here seemed to have a odd sheen, and as I reached out to touch the glimmering walls my paw sank through water, thin, sparkling waterfalls cascading down the walls to create the sparkling illusion.
"Odd..." I whispered out loud, shaking water drops off my paws. I had to crawl through the tunnel now, not seeing the iron grate into I bumped right into it. I sat down, getting ready to rip the grate off.

Flashback 2


We stood, swords and spears ready for battle, thick armor protecting us from the sharpest of swords. Golden helms rested over face, shimmering in the dazzling sunlight. Apollo, our leader, stood stoic, preparing us for the battle ahead. He was always a funny viscet, a great warrior but also an amazing friend. The clouds below our feet shifted, telling of our time to fly in and begin the fight.
"We can win this. You are all some of the best warriors and friends I've ever know." He clapped me on the shoulder, "You Reeya, you're like a brother." We prepared our weapons, it was time to fight. We went to battle. I'd fought many battles before in my life, even fighting the same types of demons as these, but this was harder, other viscets being knocked unconscious in the battlefield and worse everywhere, the demons swarming like weaponized insects. One ran up behind me, my spear thrust at in a second too late. A shield to the face, and I was falling into inky blackness.

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With a couble swift kicks, the grate clatters to the ground, obviously not well anchored into the passage in the first place, though not remembering my past I could have just had unknown strength in me. I crawl through the gate, revealing a larger room, artifacts on pillars sprinkled around on display. I approach one, a broken spear. As I touch it, something odd goes through me, a feeling of want. I pick up the broken pieces from the pillar, taking them into my paws. I move on, finding spell books and statuettes of viscets and creatures more mythical then I've ever seen, beasts and monsters of great power. Portcullis lay on the other side of the stone room, opening into yet another chamber. I walk over there, ignoring the other artifacts, and crank the metal lever.

Flash back 3


"Reeya! I'm so proud of you, joining the cloud army! You'll make an great warrior!"
My mother rushes towards me, a huge hug ingulfing me, filling me with love.

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A crank opens the gate, sharp pointed portcullis rising with a horrible grinding noise, beyond it lays a chamber, walls sloped into a dome like shape, a large hunk of red glass inset in the center of the ceiling. A pillar of red light shining down from it. Inside the pillar, two small, misty viscets fight, one red, one a tar black. They tustle with teeth and claws, circling and snapping. The red one is losing. I walk closer to this misty fight, now noticing the large chain woven around the light. I feel like someone else is in the room, but as I snap my head around only the empty room curves around me. The viscets growl and spar again, the black one forcing the red on to the ground. The red one isn't dead, but no longer moves, no longer trying to fight back. The black one let's out a crazed howl, showing its pointed white teeth and hatred filled bottle green eyes. I need to help that poor red one, and I feel unlocking that chain can help me. I creep towards the chain and pillar, spotting the white ivory key near the odd light. I pick it up, seeing the small red runes etched into into it. Placing the key into the chains lock, I turn it.

"You shouldn't try to fix magic you don't understand, boy."

Flashback 4

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You know its dark when the angle can't escape
Oh you know its dark when he's come to meet his fate.

Lost in the dark.
No more memories of how to survive.
And what he's survived.
He fell
Down
Down
Down
Where no light shines.

(Where no light shines)

It's dark down here
But he's the light
Trapped within this labyrinth
Down
Down
Down
(Down
Down
Down)
Where all light is blind.
(Here all light is blind.)

Down
Down
Down
Where the angle can't escape

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