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eko and altaïr THE SEQUEL four years late
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excessum[ the man (or creature?) disappears into the darkness of the city as suddenly as he'd appeared, and altaïr hears no word from him for almost two weeks.
strangely enough, he doesn't know which is worse: suffering an insufferable stranger's company, or not seeing another soul or speaking a single word for days on end, repeatedly, continually, until he's uncertain the man even existed at all.
that'd be just like this place, tricking him into believing an illusion that isn't actually there.
altaïr's luck changes by the middle of the second week. he has to hunt for his food, and game is scarce, so every day he ventures deeper and deeper into the forest just outside the city's borders in hopes of scoring himself a meal. he's two miles from the city and in the middle of a clearing when the gleaming of an object catches his eye, and upon investigating, what he finds is this:
a golden, glowing artifact partially nestled into the dirt next to a dead oak tree.
the artifact is unnatural and humming with energy, radiating pulses of heat that altaïr can feel when he waves his hand over the top of it. he's reminded instantly of the piece of eden, his gut twisting painfully as a sickening sense of dread creeps up on him.
stupidly, he reaches out.
stupidly, he touches it.
and that's right around the time all hell breaks loose. the artifact attaches itself to altaïr's wrist, locking in place around his arm as a slit across the top opens to reveal an eye blinking up at him. he reels backwards with a panicked hiss, nearly falling on his ass before he shoves forward and pushes himself onto his feet, struggling to rip the too-hot object from his body.
if anything, the object only tightens around his wrist. altaïr doesn't have time to panic further, not with the rustling of leaves behind him and the low growling that soon follows. he turns, freeing his blade from his side and staring into the darkness of the forest. ]
strangely enough, he doesn't know which is worse: suffering an insufferable stranger's company, or not seeing another soul or speaking a single word for days on end, repeatedly, continually, until he's uncertain the man even existed at all.
that'd be just like this place, tricking him into believing an illusion that isn't actually there.
altaïr's luck changes by the middle of the second week. he has to hunt for his food, and game is scarce, so every day he ventures deeper and deeper into the forest just outside the city's borders in hopes of scoring himself a meal. he's two miles from the city and in the middle of a clearing when the gleaming of an object catches his eye, and upon investigating, what he finds is this:
a golden, glowing artifact partially nestled into the dirt next to a dead oak tree.
the artifact is unnatural and humming with energy, radiating pulses of heat that altaïr can feel when he waves his hand over the top of it. he's reminded instantly of the piece of eden, his gut twisting painfully as a sickening sense of dread creeps up on him.
stupidly, he reaches out.
stupidly, he touches it.
and that's right around the time all hell breaks loose. the artifact attaches itself to altaïr's wrist, locking in place around his arm as a slit across the top opens to reveal an eye blinking up at him. he reels backwards with a panicked hiss, nearly falling on his ass before he shoves forward and pushes himself onto his feet, struggling to rip the too-hot object from his body.
if anything, the object only tightens around his wrist. altaïr doesn't have time to panic further, not with the rustling of leaves behind him and the low growling that soon follows. he turns, freeing his blade from his side and staring into the darkness of the forest. ]
