Despacitus and the Journey to Jamaa

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Somewhere, deep within the dark, endless folds...

Somewhere, deep within the gauntlet of mirrors...

Somewhere, deep within the unforgiving maw of time, where so many past souls, good and evil, have perished...

Something is stirring.

'Something that far too many benevolent spirits gave up their lives to contain, in the frantic race to keep this fickle universe's heart beating. '

The something is persistent as well, it seems...

It slows, and stops altogether for several moments, a fateful pause.

'The guardians of this prison still, their soft breaths held in anticipation. '

One...

Two...

Three...

Fo--

Surrounded by the thick darkness, encapsulated by the carefully constructed, rend-proof prison of space and time, the beast lets out a low rumble, a slow but steady crescendo into an awful, terror-inducing bellow of rage, the first noise it has made in centuries and centuries.

'The guardians, taken aback and terrified as they are in this moment, are quick, but the seed--sent by the ungodly noise, slipping through the invisible walls of the vortex-- is quicker. It shoots out and far, far away between the makeshift net of the guardians' five-pronged spears, their handles clanging together a moment too late, at the speed of sound. '

The seed is yellow and red, and capsule-shaped, ready to burrow down and take root in any surface it can find, no matter how infertile.

At the vortex, the beast locked inside grows ever-so-slightly stronger.

'It rumbles again, this time a word-- a cursed noise, one so awful it has driven brave, courageous warriors to kill themselves to escape, one so awful it has driven even the strongest divine beings in mortal form to tears. It is a noise that has caused so many innocent beings to suffer and perish. It is the darkness.'

"Despacito."

A TALE BY ZEPHYRsSS
WIP.