"Where... am I?"
Ted's head was reeling as he sat up, and his body ached as if he had been comatose for years and years on end. Cascades of pain shot through his body as he gingerly moved, and it took moments of genuine struggle before the young man was able to bring himself up into what half-passed for a sitting position, the entire weight of his upper body supported on one elbow when he finally managed to prop himself up. Green. That was all he saw around him as his eyes came into focus, the colour dancing and billowing. It was as if a mass of emerald curtains surrounded him, flapping violently of their own accord. Tall grass, he realised mutely, only after squinting at it for a few moments, feeling a chilling breeze cut across his cheeks. Definitely not a trademark of Seek Valley.
Upon remembering Seek Valley, all memories relating to Tir and the Liberation Army suddenly assaulted him at once. His senses became overloaded as he was hit with images of McDohl's expression as Ted's life ebbed away, the witch's dismayed outrage at Soul Eater's power and recognition, the feeling of being a prisoner in his own body, and the overwhelming feeling of emptiness from the lack of Soul Eater's presence. Ted winced, trying to sort through all the images flooding his mind. I remember now, he thought, when he reached a moment of clarity. I died.
The starting realisation that he should be dead knocked him out of his painful reminiscence, restoring him to the present. It was alarming that he was conscious. Did his plan not work? Did Soul Eater somehow return to him, and was McDohl dead just meters away from him within the tall maze of green? Ted glanced down at his hand and breathed a sigh of relief when he glimpsed his bare hand, unmarked by the cursed rune. He would age now. Grow old. Be happy. Die. ... Except he hadn't. Died, that was. It didn't feel like this was death, anyway.
Is this the afterlife? ... Is this all it is? Ted's brown eyes lifted upwards towards the sky. The afterlife grasped the concept of weather, it seemed, and its concept of weather was an oncoming storm; grey clouds accumulated quickly above him, blotting out the sky. Great.
Ted willed himself onto his feet, and dragged his limbs up and off the ground. Afterlife or not, getting caught in the storm wouldn't help him either way. With a bout of determination coming to him, Ted closed his eyes momentarily, picked a direction, and began walking. Fate, it seemed, would be his mistress again.
Ted's head was reeling as he sat up, and his body ached as if he had been comatose for years and years on end. Cascades of pain shot through his body as he gingerly moved, and it took moments of genuine struggle before the young man was able to bring himself up into what half-passed for a sitting position, the entire weight of his upper body supported on one elbow when he finally managed to prop himself up. Green. That was all he saw around him as his eyes came into focus, the colour dancing and billowing. It was as if a mass of emerald curtains surrounded him, flapping violently of their own accord. Tall grass, he realised mutely, only after squinting at it for a few moments, feeling a chilling breeze cut across his cheeks. Definitely not a trademark of Seek Valley.
Upon remembering Seek Valley, all memories relating to Tir and the Liberation Army suddenly assaulted him at once. His senses became overloaded as he was hit with images of McDohl's expression as Ted's life ebbed away, the witch's dismayed outrage at Soul Eater's power and recognition, the feeling of being a prisoner in his own body, and the overwhelming feeling of emptiness from the lack of Soul Eater's presence. Ted winced, trying to sort through all the images flooding his mind. I remember now, he thought, when he reached a moment of clarity. I died.
The starting realisation that he should be dead knocked him out of his painful reminiscence, restoring him to the present. It was alarming that he was conscious. Did his plan not work? Did Soul Eater somehow return to him, and was McDohl dead just meters away from him within the tall maze of green? Ted glanced down at his hand and breathed a sigh of relief when he glimpsed his bare hand, unmarked by the cursed rune. He would age now. Grow old. Be happy. Die. ... Except he hadn't. Died, that was. It didn't feel like this was death, anyway.
Is this the afterlife? ... Is this all it is? Ted's brown eyes lifted upwards towards the sky. The afterlife grasped the concept of weather, it seemed, and its concept of weather was an oncoming storm; grey clouds accumulated quickly above him, blotting out the sky. Great.
Ted willed himself onto his feet, and dragged his limbs up and off the ground. Afterlife or not, getting caught in the storm wouldn't help him either way. With a bout of determination coming to him, Ted closed his eyes momentarily, picked a direction, and began walking. Fate, it seemed, would be his mistress again.