[Dream_Weaver]: 35.The Halls of Enlightentment Lucian's Sorrow

Temple of where All Things Began.  


Lucian gazed into the River of Creation, the image reflected etched with time and suffering. This is where All Things had begun life.

A crescendo of affinity, wingless beings gather outside the Hall of Judgement, to finally witness the Past, Present and Future. With bated breath, they wait and admire the halls of white, undiluted corridors.
As Lucian walked cautiously down the lengthy corridors, he is aware of the angels that gather on top of the columns, perched like doves. Watching, and anticipating this Dark Being. They have heard of the news that one of their own had fallen in love with him, and had thought that he had received the Punishment. The fact that Lucian was here, however, was evidence that their beloved angel had taken the Punishment for him, and he was here to reverse The Word.


'I have a name, and its presence within beats the very heart of mankind, to utter it
the very syllables would bounce off the walls, ring through the corridors, and split time itself into obscurity. Time has no place here. Time is relative. Time does not exist. To speak the name of the creator would be to invoke, stir memories of the universe, and maybe the universe is not ready to remember. Maybe, he never will.' who are you? And why must you cross this sacred path of Limbus?

‘My name is Lucian, and I have come to seek help.’ Lucian shouted, to nothing but white wilderness.

The owner of the voice made his presence known. Dressed in a dark robe, a solid contrast to the stark white that surround them, signified balance. Of Dark and Light. Of Good and Evil. Never one without the other.
The hooded person spoke.
The light cast shadows upon the person’s face, lending an aural glow about him.

‘Ah, yes. Lucian. Lucian The Fallen. You are in great despair. I am sorry for what has transpired, but I cannot undone what has already been I do not control The Past.. Only.. The Future. The hooded person bowed his head, sadly. I know the pain that you are feeling. Pandora was loved by all. We all adored her. But if this is the way things are meant to be, then that is the way. I am sorry. I cannot help you.’ The robed person turned away from Lucian, and started to walk away from him.

‘No!’ Lucian cried, grabbing the man, forcing him to face him. There must be something we can do. Is it not written in the Scripts of Judgements, that an angel does receive a second chance?’. Lucian implored.

I am afraid that The Elders decision is finally. She is encased in glass, a powerful spell of sleep cast upon her. It is too late. If you wish to see her, I will Channel you there, but that’s all I can do. Farewell Lucian. And with that, the man left., leaving behind swirls of cloud and mist..

Lucian closed his eyes, biting back the tears and fury.

His mind ran at hyper speed, looking, searching for where he thought Pandora would be. Fuzzy at first. Then it came into sharp focus, like a digital image. An image that would haunt Lucian forever and a day. There lay Pandora, in a deadly slumber, her face as pale as her hair was jet black, she looked even more enchanting than ever. The scene that he gazed upon looked as though it had been torn straight out of a children’s fairytale book. Gathered around the coffin, were what appeared to be Wraith-like creatures. Lucian gasped as one of the creatures stared right at him, the creature evidently aware of a spy amidst the creatures. He growled at Lucian, who startled at first, realized that other creature’s of Thorne must have telepathic powers, or ’Dream Dropping’ skills at the very least. The Wraith looked like a new hybrid of some kind, which Lucian could not recognised the species it must have evolved from. Although; the creatures did appear to be almost serpentine. But the question was, were these creature’s malignant? Or benign? Lucian would have to wait, and pray for Pandora’s ’Awakening’ every day and night, or until Lucian’s last breath. 





Elle Louise 2005