Chapter 4 • Curse of the Seal | Reincarnated From Vanity

After what could had been my darkest hour yet, alas it ended in a long sought slumber.

And then again, I succumbed in darkness.

Departing from Kami-sama and now from reality, I was once again alone.

Left with only my own being, Such thing could I only cling to my own sanity.

Embracing myself within my subconscious.

Reaching out for at least the little comfort I could muster.

Ignorence is within the concept of dreams.

For in deep dreams lies endless possibilities, untied by laws of common.

Surely might I had a unjust beginning.

A chaotic gambit of life.

But I opted to obtain the brighter future, lest should I lose hope...

In most cases, dreams are held as a subconscious journey.

Mysterious phenomenons that awed mankind since the dawn of time.

A cocktail of one's past, emotions and lead by inner ego.

Dreams as such must been familiar to thee, right?

This however was not the case.

The first incident was not for I to be suspected.

Obviously the benefit of the doubt.

As if I treat every downfall alike a judge's trial.

Haa! ha! Good laugh! Pass me the cigar!

But one after another, the next coincidence follows.

Was this certainly the curse as mentioned?

The Morbid Seal of Grim; Imprisoning the Dragon of Grim?

This....

My right to be ignorant,

My freedom within the endless skies,

My Indulgence implaced into deepest seas,

Where as I placed my heart a set freely to roam.

That simple peaceful slumber I hold granted... Now was robbed from me.

Following an hour of struggle, what I thought, shalt I have enternal rest...

Assuming asylum in the drift of dreams,

Couldn't I be any more wrong.

Namely, surreally horrific

Caught was I in a sight of bloodcurdling spectature.

In a dream that felt not of a dream.

Met was I an omnious being.

The one before me, The Veil Dragon.

It and myself, traped in with it...

Enclosed by a dark and damp stone chamber as large as any warehouse would.

It's walls were also formed by stone bricks in an octagonal formation, lit by few hazy candles.

From that, could I tell if were there a few flooded spots, settling near walls as it originated there.

The distant yet blaring resonation of endless rain that rattles around.

There I stood, overwhelmingly fazed.

Should it had a body that towers tall trees,

wings that stretch out far and wide.

Veiled with scales as grim as the night sky.

In possession of most devious crimson eyes.

As which ensures instillment of fear to the hearts of many men, which great chest pains are involved.

It scorned at me in fury, in mischief and hatred.

Could was I only to stand there.

Even trembling before it was... unthinkable.

A state of shock, mentally deprived.

The emense pressure emitted from it was far from overwhelming.

Was it to be ever placed in words,

It was simply... unworldly.

As I stood there, I had a certain form.

I hadn't reconized myself such details till long after.

My representation in these nightmares took form of a little girl, draped in a white dress.

Might have this body established in my part?

Suppose only time could tell.

Awaiting for it's next move, as spread out it protruding wings, closing behind me.

The little I was encircled by it.

It drew its head closer till our eyes meet.

So close in fact till I can sniff it's thick, earthly scent.

The finer details of it's scales were layed bare for my eyes to see.

It too, took a closer look at me and sniff me throughly briefly, before it spoke.

"What is this, mere girl! In mein chambers?"

...

"I, do-n't know..."

Answer me truly, before I lose my patience before my hunger. State your reason as to why you're here.

"Uh um... For-give me dra-gon-sa-, Dra-gon-sa-ma. I do-n't e-ven know whe-re I'm"

...

"I suppose the Gods finnally replaced the old retainer..."

"You there!!!"

"Waa! Ye- Ye- Yes"

Then the dragon rouse it's throat high above, flexing it's long neck before opening its jaws wide before where I stand.

And... It blasted an a blazing inferno upfront.

The whole affair of being a live kebab was momentary.

Such heat was hellsome.

Tingling heat that felt as pure pain of being scorched.

The impression of my innards cooked from the inside out was unpleasent.

I felt my very self painfully unravel to ash.

I died... In a dream.

That was certainly was an unenjoyable experience.

But knowing that it seems I had an unlucky streak.

I had once again appeared before the dragon, within the same room, and revelating to the same conclusion, another... painful... death.

There I was for the second time, before the very creature.

I had a form of a little girl again it seems, and above me was it's large trunk-like foot.

My next prevalence?

Death by pulverisation.

The sensation of suddenly touching in contact with the cold stone floor in contrast with my warm blood.

The sharp pain of many bones snaped and obliviated.

I felt the force of supposedly 5 tons suddenly pressured above me.

Facing it's cold crimson eyes one more time before letting my breath subside.

Such above was just a mere instance of many encounter

I grew even more tired and warely

Until was it the 18th time, it decided to stop...

Questionable though not that I cared much then

It was this interesting occurrence

Again was I there along with it, as I had come to very well known about this looping procedure.

I come; I die, simple.

Over and over untill it somewhat reached satisfaction or succumb to boredom.

And till that time might I have been said to losted my will and quite possibly sanity along with it.

And should also I point out that my image began to degrade as seen arriving beneath my eye, the appearance of dark circles began to accumulate.

Panda?

I was tired of dying... Whilst I drop flat at the cobblestone floor.

I thought that it was enough, hopeless indeed.

I don't even know what to feel.

Intense emotions of anger, regret, sorrow and even madness.

When one is in unparreled hopeless suffering; at the very brick of the cliff.

Many many unfortunate souls had lean the wrong side...

Endorsing the cold dampness as it drives through my inner bring

Waiting as for my next catastrophe demise to come,

I closed my eyes as I rather not see the traumatic horrors,

As such that only other senses are stimulated.

The sensation of being tossed 15 meters above alike a rag doll,

the sudden tingling rush of blood oozing out as innards impaled,

and at times the slight itch of separation from one's head and body;

in which I absolutely loathe partly which because to eventually my head was to thump the hard stone floor.

That and all simply didn't arrive to that reality.

Awaiting or better yet anticipating it's next decision I even tightly shut my eyes...

Nothing happened...

Well,... it was not like I was not to make any move, instead I gripped on to my own nerves.

It was an eventuallity that I did.

After awhile what it appeared that I'd stayed put least 40 mins.

Too late for the drama on this one I supposed.

Alas I unshut my eyes, bewildered by my next encounter

Was it all over? But I can still feel the ague, drizzly floor.

Or better yet, is he gone?

The sight was substantially drab and darkened, a bit of fog I suppose... covering the beast former mentioned.

This except without the heavy feeling before

This omnious feeling, the crammed and unsettling kind.

I tried to get up, my left arm desperately trying to support my body; still aghast from prior trauma.

It's a strange reaction that, to experience your own body there without it responding.

Right elbow now then, upholding me before I finally could glanced at the dragon.

It faced toward me, and such our eyes locked together...

The little me faced the large dragon eye to eye.

As one could see this from the sidelines,

It was... somewhat comparable to famous Median C. Cooper's

"Kong : Skull Island"

We both stared one another, even for aboutwhole thirty minutes.

Whilst I was in trance-like notion, I began to notice a few things...

It was resembling me; imitating me in a sense, the blinking of an eye, tilting of heads, and even down to our own breaths are aligned.

As if it synchronized itself to my own

tis it finnally spoke.

Breaking silence

"Dysro Eurylas"

Hmm? I wondered, before strength had left my shoulder and I was led unconscious... Again...

Sela~

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By

J. J. Kusuma

5/1/2018

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