Escape
Tired, battered, and bruised, Feylin couldn’t afford to sleep, nor eat, as the Morph felt himself touch down, and for the chilled air to brush over his exposed parts, making him pat and rub his exposed breasts...there was no time to feel a lack of modesty. He was there.
He found the way out.
In the center of a small pod, he could see some sort of emerald, metallic pillar. It floated above the water, and radiated with an unknown, almost divine power radiating about it. Feylin couldn’t describe it but he felt a sense of...peace, and mercy from the obelisk as well...it was his way out. Wasting no more time, Feylin waded into the pond, and approached the pillar, feeling his memories of the experiences here persist and well up in his mind as he approached it, until at last, his hand reached out, and pressed against the pillar...and then he felt it.
His life before. Every single memory of who he was before the Grounds washed over him like a godly flood, and it was...almost terrifying. He saw eerie betrayals, bloodshed, and other things...but it all added up. It made sense as to why Feylin, of all people, was brought to the Grounds.
He did things that made him a predator, but he did it for money...for profit. And so, Nugruc hunted him in turn. Still, his time in the Grounds was up...could he reverse his change? He was sure, yes...but there was no reason to. He was happy with who he was now...happy with this new form, and this new shape. Why go back to being human, when he could be a Morph? But, escape was a must, and with a mere mental command, Feylin was enveloped in blinding, white light...and his plight in the grounds finally came to a close.
The hunt, had ended.
Written by AGhostInTheMachine on 01 October 2018
