End of the first act, after over a month of waiting.

Sat Feb 12, 2011 4:57 pm

The Scripture Continues…

His decree has been stated loud and clear. His Path in the fork has been chosen. After all that mental wheedling, after being given yet another offer to a better life, he retained his refractory nature by denying what little was offered to him. He made his choice for the sake of standing steadfast for his devout dedication to nature. As he began to make his trot back to their route to Africa, he couldn’t help but think that even after he denied the humble offer, the woman wouldn’t take “no” for an answer. His ponderings were asserted by recalling the cold, leering gaze that permeated from her hues, portraying her utter disgust and pity for these meager group of helpless ne-er’ do wells.

Little did the inchoate one know, he was spot on with that mental accusation. His rejection of the humble and generous choice of ensconcing one-self was not going to be enough to get out of this nasty predicament. Truth to be told, he would be utterly helpless for the following instant, having not even the slightest chance of taking control over his decision. He would end up becoming an apostle to his own decision, due to the ethereal warrior’s decision to go against the inchoate One’s will, and drag him away from his beloved tribe. A lugubrious situation, it certainly was, for the two youthful imbeciles who have nary experienced life in the matrix.

At a ludicrously infinitesimal punctilio, the undoubtful sensation of an arm enveloping his waist couldn’t travel through the nervous system, up the spinal cord, and to the brain ere the lamb was holstered, and jolted away from his original location, all of this happening in an absolutely minimum amount of time, when compared to the insignificant amount of time it takes for a humming bird to flap its puny wings once. The inchoate one was literally under the ethereal warriors grasp before he could even fathom the fact that he has just been gripped. His carte blanche was fully terminated by what the ethereal warrior would consider to be a “simple” action.

“ghhyk”

It was the only utterance that exited his parched lips as he struggled to continue breathing, due to the neigh unbearable constriction that was exercised upon his fragile body, combined with the supervening burst of speed that knocked all of the air out of his chest. The incredulously rapid succession of events had proportionately resulted in a state of extreme shock, and senselessness. Time seemed to slow down so drastically as he was brought to another location in such short time, the ungodly speed made everything seem like a total blur, a large mesh of random colors, collages, shades, and lights construed together in one bamboozling, visual concoction, only to recuperate back to the ordinary plaster of sepia and rich azure. For a very short instant, the inchoate One, Een, has been literally swept off his feet, and was now absolutely afflicted by the sudden turn of events.

There was no way that a fellow nomad could have picked him up, and thrust him to another spot in a fraction of a split second. Such a doubtfully extreme speed could never be accured by an ordinary human being. It was a guarantee that whoever had just snatched the lamb, must have been amongst the invisible beings that the seers were talking to earlier. It looks like they did not take heed to his disapproval of the offer. The lamb attempted to ponder about who was the one that grappled him, only to have the display of Akitsu’s frigid gaze to imbue his mind. As if he were but a swine, plucked out of the sty for the slaughter, he felt like an utter ragdoll in the ethereal warrior’s superiorly strong grasp.

It was only when the sole female of the tribe was suddenly pulled towards him that he began to notice why he suddenly stopped. The poor girl was to join in him in their unexpected venture into distant lands. Een’s core has been shaken sternly from being rushed over to the other side of the tribe, his little heart pounding against his brittle frame. His entire body was null, void of any sensation from the extreme shock that assaulted his scrawny form. In the volatile conflux of manifold ponderings, he could assume that the forlorn female would feel the same way. Her volition was rendered just as unvalued as his own. Neither of them appeared to have the power to enforce their very own will against the presence of such indomitable beings.

In the same modicum of time, the two were launched out of the vicinity, parting away from the group of nomads as the world around them began to obscure and melt into a violent display of streaks and marks. The distance between the three and the tribe greatly increased as the lamb’s entire body fluttered and wriggled from the extreme speeds, his robe, as well as his aurulent locks, flowing at such an extreme pace. His arms and legs were stretched outwards, as his body was hunched forward like a C, due to moving at a rate of speed that he has never experienced before. The red, ornamental ribbons of his turban fluctuated away from his face, the ridiculous acceleration causing his turban to fall off of his head, just as Ada’s veil parted from her face. The puny little article of cloth slowly glided down towards the raucous void of sand, where it assimilated with the monolithic assembly of infinitesimal particles.

Although this felt like a great many minutes passing by for these two, it has only been a measly second since the ethereal warrior made her move. By the time the nomads caught notice of the sudden disappearance of their youngest tribesmen, it was far too late. The ensemble of nature abiding fellows were perplexed and terrorized about the immediate, irreversible action. Some hollered out in despair that the youth have been taken from them. Others moved around frantically, attempting to spot anything that could discern where the two currently were, the only person, however, who managed to gawk at the two, was none other than the elder of the tribe.

The elder stared with a mournful gaze, standing there helplessly, only to gawk at the ever diminishing triad. By the time he had caught his eye on the kidnapper, they were but a grain of rice in the infinite plaster of blue. His wide slits of eyes glimmered in rue as his pruned lips slowly parted, quickly extending his hand out, bellowing out towards the heavens in demand for them to return.

“EEN!”

He could do nothing. They were but pathetic creatures, fatigued by the ruthless conditions of the desert. It would take æons of arduous work for them to ever reach the unfathomable speed of the non-physical entity. His eyes stayed affixed at the very same spot, his bony, right hand slowly curling its fingers as he began to descend his arm, his elbow flexing slightly. His jaw was trembling as he could feel that a piece of his soul had just been mercilessly truncated by the incident, which was out of his hands. He did not notice the presence of the demonic entity until he heard the being’s twisted, deceitful voice. It spoke of nature, but was anything but for the Omnipresent Order.

The only thing that appeared to remain intact from the foray of blurs was the tribe. The gathering of nomads was rapidly diminishing in size, as the inchoate One was rushed away from his family. From a pond, to a puddle, to a puny drop, he watched helplessly as the uncomfortably high speeds were ravaging his body and his mind. His vision slowly began to dim out as the loud din of flapping faded away. Just a few moments into the undesired trip, and Een had already lost touch with the world.

The inchoate one has fainted, being carried away into a whole new world.