Truth of the stained Crocosmia

(Our protagonist stood in the middle of an enchanting field of crocosmia, silenced and paralyzed. He could not but to stand as a silent spectator to the courses of the world. A witness entangled in his very own silent screams and vows of retribution.)

What is mom doing here? In her nightgown no less. Where's dad? I know somethings about to happen, but what? This is all so surreal where is this place? Is there any truth to this world? These corporeal visions? These desperate words? How should I know?

"You knew the truth deep, you always have and you know it"

A burning sensation brushing against my left cheek, he's here by my side again, whispering, vibrations entering my left ear canal carried by a breath oh so faint.

"Your very own self" What is he on about? This feeling, pressure tickling down the inside spine, leaving a feeling of focus, and... As it had begun it ended quickly.

"What purpose do you serve Ruber Hastam? Why me?"

"Seems like my purpose to you is yet to be completed"

"Just answer me, what is that purpose?"

"Oh, you will know once the truth has been witnessed and the shadow has come undone, at that time there will be no question about it. Drawing from the cycle of change, some rise, some fall".

"..." Silence, no burning touch, no warmth, he's gone again Ruber Hastam, the name's so familiar, one of the sons is he not?...!

The soft sweet and bitter taste of flower petals fills my mouth, white enchanting petals fly past my eyes like a thick snowstorm, fallen and confined to the ground, with only sight of the crushed flowers and the eclipse above, what happened? The dorsal of my back, pain, it's almost tearing me apart, a blow almost tearing into my flesh and the lethal cavities inside.

"AHHRGH NO, THIS IS NOT HAPPENING, FRANK! WHERE ARE YOU? WHERE AM I? GET AWAY FROM ME!"

Mom?! What's going on, vision or not I got to do something, move, move, please! Move, just move! BODY MOVE! Right arm hitting soft earth, dirt borrowing itself beneath my fingernails. Move! Left-arm grabbing hold, MOVE! Legs lifting my heavy body, so heavy, pain aching, pain erupting, pain spreading through and through my very being.

Pain hazing the surroundings, all looking like an unclear dream, a cosmic shadow obscuring the night sky, tendrils reaching down from the sky searching through the ever so clear field. It cannot be a dream, the screams from mom growing hysterical, the sky swallowing creature, and these beautiful flowers. It is all too clear I got to pull through the haze and beat this thing, I have had enough of Deustarmer fucking with me, this gluttonous void must end.

I fight for a blue sky, I fight for a world with purpose and health, I fight for a future world where everyone can live happily together with no worries or suffering from this curse humanity has inflicted on us all. Some nature activists against global warming preached that once on Erik Jarls street, I heard them preach quite recently and I remember how their preaching sort of reached out to me, we sort of lived for a similar cause, keeping the world clean and all, but humanity itself got cursed by these beings beyond most's capability of understanding, humanity doesn't serve in curses, cleanse them and humanity will be innocent, hopefully, we all keep our faith in something, may it be ideas or standards.

Her screams seem distant, far away, and the sight is greatly reduced because of Deustarmer and its tendrils. In front of me I can see it, a guideline, crocosmia stained with a deep almost polluted blue. Running through these flowers, being guided by crushing pain and stains of corruption, she must be here she must be, why has she gone quiet? No, no, no no no, no, no! MOM!

"WHERE ARE YOU? MOM ANSWER ME!"

Quiet, no, whimpers and moaning like someone half-dead being thorn apart.

My mind is my own, my will strong as steel, no one shall overtake me, and I shall never submit to outside forces, and I will carry on forever down my line. Shocked I kept the line on repeat in my mind as I witnessed that pitiful display in front of me. Eyes rolled back in the back of the skull, crying, sweating, and moaning from the pain, or perhaps even... No never. Her blood, mom's blood, pouring out of a fine rift at the lower belly with a set of narrow tendrils burrowed deep inside. Blood so red shaping a crimson shade on the stained flowers around her. Moaning, again and again, convulsing, stop, whimpering, just stop, more blood.

The tendrils pulled out like some form of twisted reversed c-section, some flesh still lingering as they closed up the rift and I have done nothing to prevent it, nothing at all, what the hell is wrong with me, left alone in this field colored by her blood and whatever Deustarmer had excreted, the sun's rising, rising over a flower-field stained in crimson red and polluted by a deep dark blue.

Time was passing but not much matter, what was this feeling? Deep and grueling disgust, or something else entirely, shudders race down my spinal cord. What had just happened? No, it cannot have been, it's all a lie, it has to be, this grueling and stained vision of pain and subjugation, it cannot be...

Her body sprawled out, unconscious, body regularly twitching like it still has fight in it after the brutal defeat. Ah the area around us have changed, when did it happen? Where have that flower field disappeared to? Where was it to begin with? Her body is now just laying there, movement becoming more and more faint like the very notion of life and will was seeping out of her, horrible, just horrible, they should just die all of them, disappear into the nothingness, wait I know this place, it is that park, right by Elgeseter street, footsteps coming, runners perhaps.

"HEY WE NEED HELP OVER HERE SHE MIGHT DIE!"

My voice's echoing but it does not seem like it's reaching anyone, just a silent witness with no power over this gruesome vision. Time passed and it seemed like she would have died but someone came and those picked her up and got her to the safety of a solitary hospital bed.