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doomoverlord) wrote2012-04-16 07:22 pm
doomoverlord) wrote2012-04-16 07:22 pm
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Once Upon A Time: Prologue
Comments appreciated. Also, this is inspired by "Nine, Eleven, Ten." which features an AU of X-men: First Class. Many elements are taken from it, however, it should be noted that this is not a copy of it.
There are no mountains in this world, only black rows of shelves which form a labyrinth. There is a method to it though, he made sure of it the first time he put his foot on the red grass between those shelves so many years ago. Each shelf has a name of his many regenerations and bodies. Each book is with a title of some place and time in which memories were made. Each has chapters with names of significant events. If he looks up, he can see a thin line of orange sky which sheds golden rays of sunlight on the gray and black books. In the centre of this library there is circular living room put under a glass dome. There is no floor, just short trimmed grass under a black Victorian chair and small, almost insignificant table. On that table is a book, different from all the others. While gray and black books whisper of sorrow, pain and anger, the red one on the table whispers of calm and comfort.
Like so many times before, he sits in the chair and lets whispers and faraway laughter from the book soothe him. It's the most thin of them all, and how wouldn't it be, when it holds so few cherished memories? Now, when his end is near, he wants to die with his most prized possession. His whole being rebels with the notion of death, but he has to do it. Clutching the book to his chest he lets go, and the library starts falling apart. Books fall from the shelves while the ground starts shaking and cracking. It will be a miracle if any part of it survives. The glass shatters but does not fall, and as the blackness creeping from the cracks in the library engulfs everything, he looks one last time at the title of his beloved book, written in gold.
"Once Upon A Time"
There are no mountains in this world, only black rows of shelves which form a labyrinth. There is a method to it though, he made sure of it the first time he put his foot on the red grass between those shelves so many years ago. Each shelf has a name of his many regenerations and bodies. Each book is with a title of some place and time in which memories were made. Each has chapters with names of significant events. If he looks up, he can see a thin line of orange sky which sheds golden rays of sunlight on the gray and black books. In the centre of this library there is circular living room put under a glass dome. There is no floor, just short trimmed grass under a black Victorian chair and small, almost insignificant table. On that table is a book, different from all the others. While gray and black books whisper of sorrow, pain and anger, the red one on the table whispers of calm and comfort.
Like so many times before, he sits in the chair and lets whispers and faraway laughter from the book soothe him. It's the most thin of them all, and how wouldn't it be, when it holds so few cherished memories? Now, when his end is near, he wants to die with his most prized possession. His whole being rebels with the notion of death, but he has to do it. Clutching the book to his chest he lets go, and the library starts falling apart. Books fall from the shelves while the ground starts shaking and cracking. It will be a miracle if any part of it survives. The glass shatters but does not fall, and as the blackness creeping from the cracks in the library engulfs everything, he looks one last time at the title of his beloved book, written in gold.
"Once Upon A Time"