Raptarus was completely unprepared for the unrelenting
power of the possibility Stygian had placed in his left eye socket. He had not
slept since he had returned to earth as it ceaselessly bombarded him with ideas.
He felt his body demanding the tiny amount of sleep it
required but the possibility would not stop. The longer he was awake the more
annoying the possibility became. When he started to hallucinate, he knew it was
time to seek Stygian out. The only problem was he had no clue how to do that,
and it happened to be a topic on which the possibility had nothing to offer.
“Raptarus” Stygian’s voice echoed in his mind. “I am
not some creature you can summon as you wish.” He chastised.
But Raptarus was near delirious with lack of sleep. “Please,
Stygigan, I need, it, it won’t let me sleep. I need to sleep Stygian.” He
rambled on and on.
Stygian was a little more than annoyed. “The
weaknesses inherent in mortal beings cause me nothing but frustration. If time
were of no consequence, you would all destroy yourselves, but even the eternal
darkness that birthed me is nothing more than the willing slave to the hands of
time. Very well Raptarus, You shall have power over the possibility shard, but
when you awake I will have a job for you to complete.”
Then there was nothing but blessed silence. Raptarus
burst into tears and was in a fitful state of unconsciousness within minutes.
He felt euphoria wash over his mind as it sank into the dark abyss of sleep.
But it was not peaceful sleep. It folded the plans
of his master into his dreams. In his dream he saw the moon reflecting off wild ocean
waves, sinking beneath and passing fish of varying sizes, going
deeper and deeper as he passed whales and the deepest sea creatures man knew
of. He stopped in the deepest part of the earth’s oceans. Where monsters never before seen swam
over the ancient fossils of deep sea titans. He could feel the currents on his
skin, the ocean floor beneath his feet, so much so that his mind began to
wonder if he was actually dreaming or if the possibility was using his body
while his mind was unconscious. He touched his hand to the deep ocean floor and
felt a vibration so dense that he worried about bodily damage. The ground gave
way slowly at first but picked up speed as a nightmare older than geological
memory was reborn unto the earth. It left its watery tomb and headed for the
surface, every few seconds the sheer size of it caused a small fracture in
Raptarus’ mind. Until finally the leviathan was fully free of its final resting
place and headed for the surface. He tried to follow the leviathan but it was
so quick that even considering its size he lost it quite quickly.
His dreams devolved into nonsense shortly after that.
When he woke up, his feet were covered with
sand.
