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I had a very hectic last week. I could barely come online.

Expect updates to continue this week, though, I'm currently tired from the troubles of traveling by road.

jagugu88li:
Can I come in?

Why not?

Make una try comment small na. Your feedbacks help me know whether or not to make adjustments, what to emphasize on and all. Don't forget I'm just uploading as I write. It's not as if the work's been completed already.

Dey with me! I'll try to update before bedtime...

May the odds be in your favor

MADE OF MORE

Soft music filtered through the background. It was soothing. Soulish even. Every pitch and note blending into a frictionless perfection. It filled his eyes, his nose, just about everything. This was music as nature had designed, the pure unadulterated music. It didn't just come from him but from everyone else. A network of sound guiding their movements and decisions.

Dathan opened his eyes. He was standing in mid-air, like everyone else.

A young lady dressed in a flowing gown, iridescent enough to make one gape in wonder, approached him and stopped just above his head. A smile caressed her face as she poured the content of a test tube on him. As soon as the first drop touched his head, a warmth like he had never felt exploded in him and he began to feel transparent. He had a feel that he wasn't the only one that had noticed the sudden change. His thoughts and dids no longer had a hiding place. His heart began beating in an irregular pattern.
He hoped to the gods that the lady, whoever she was wasn't aware of what was happening. He looked up at her and she nodded slowly not losing her smile. She then began whistling a tune, different entirely from the harmony he had heard at first.

As if by programme, he began to drift to the right, uncontrollably. It was useless trying to turn away. Nothing of his worked with his will any longer. Everything flowed to the rhythm of the whistling.

As he drifted, he caught sight of people, different ages and sizes, drifting too in different directions. Babies, aged, skinny, obese, all were present.

What was this place?

He was channeled into entrance of a dark room. He slowly drifted in. All was still here. The silence, maddening. He could hear his heart tick and his blood trickle into vessels and capillaries. A long time passed during which everything he'd ever done began to flow into his memory as fast as a waterfall. He felt his heart squeeze at every recall of an evil action he'd done. Soon, the pain began to creep into every joints of his body bringing with them a burning sensation. The pain was unearthly. He felt his bones melt slowly. He wondered how he was still breathing when every ounce of pain felt like the last straw before his life force would fade. He tried to scream but found no outlet for his voice. There was no mouth, not anymore. Only flesh remained. And even that too began to fall apart.

Soon, all that remained was a pile of flesh. All consciousness ebbed out from his like the last bit of thread in a candle, the wax having burned out. Then it finished.

He didn't know how long it took. The only thing he recalled was the blast of a high pitched whistle. It stirred him up. Darkness was everywhere and everywhere was darkness. Still, he felt a presence.

A fresh whistling began, lilting as it blared. It came at him. His essences began to creep in from wherever they might have been. But this was different. It was as though they had been renewed somewhat. He felt an ethereal sense of pleasure, ease and satisfaction as his essence filled his fleshy form on the floor. As the last bit of his essence flowed in, every bit of flesh began to align. In a minute, his frame was set. Bones started solidifying. In minutes, his form had materialized.

For what seemed like the first time, he opened his eyes. Standing before him was Theodore Alphonux, the first Thorank king. It wasn't as if he'd seen him in all of his lively form before but a certain awareness kept bubbling up in him. It was an epiphany.

Theodore was as handsome as he'd been described in books. His eyes sparkled, the color of lapis lazuli. He had a smile plastered across his face. Every expression of his was the true definition of genuine. There was no pretense with him. He wasn't angry at him in any way. He wasn't angry he had desecrated the Thorank order, wasn't angry he had altered the line of kings, wasn't angry he had sparkled the first real transmottening. All of that was forgotten and for once in his existence he felt no shame.

Theodore opened his mouth and let out a breath. Dathan found his mouth responding, opening to let in the breath. That was the last he remembered. The visions hit him, exploding in his subconscious. It began with the decision to place the sons of Thorank roundabout the edges of the realm till the inevitable death of one he'd come to love.

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A/N: This was very quickly typed as I wanted to avoid keeping y'all waiting. I will come back to edit, putting italics and all in places. Enjoy your read!


MADE OF MORE

I'm sorry I wasn't able to bring an update today. You know, I woke up with a low battery and as we pay to charge phones here {no power supply}, I had to wait till this night to get my phone.

Another update is ready howbeit untyped. I had resorted to hand writing I'll try to type it this night or tomorrow morning. I think the later's more sure as I'm almost dozing...


MADE OF MORE