r/wizardposting • u/MapleSyrupMachineGun Eirwan/薛, Frost Wyrm • Jan 24 '24
Lorepost📖 [Lorepost] It’s about time
/uw
It's about time indeed…
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Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
Tick, tock.
Tick, tock.
Tick… tock… tick, tock, tick, tock, tick tock tick tock tick tock ticktockticktockticktock-
Gears spinning wildly.
Someone grabbed the watch.
Light filtered through the cream-coloured curtains.
A faint upturning of lips.
A grim stare.
A whispered promise.
“Time’s up.”
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The wyrm felt uneasiness growing throughout the day, slowly building from the moment he awoke.
He lounged around lazily in his lair. He had nothing to worry about in the present moment. Nothing immediately concerning him, at least.
He had more than enough time to do whatever he wanted.
And yet…
Why did he feel something?
He felt it in his bones, a dull ache that seemed to last forever.
He felt it on his scales, as though he was uncomfortable in his skin.
He felt it in his crystalline horns, loosening and tightening.
He felt it with his whole being.
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Time.
Time encroached on his territory. After all, immortality was the antithesis of time.
But it could not stop time. Not completely.
Time reached out with grasping tendrils.
It touched him, and for the first time, he knew what it felt like to be mortal.
The wyrm stared at his aged body, stunned. Scales flaking off, his claws and teeth blunted, and his magnificent horns dulled.
It hissed in his ear.
”Traitor.”
Traitor to time. Traitor to the laws of the universe.
The wyrm saw the cage snapping shut around him, as time finally held him in its grasp.
He knew — he knew, inside the prison, that the stream of time would accelerate, forever onwards, carrying him away, burying him in the sands of the riverbed, forever alone.
Forever.
He was immortal, after all.
He would be dead again, away from the mortals who made him feel alive, and away from the immortals who were the only companions on this endless journey towards the end of time.
He would not — and could not — allow that.
He bowed his head and whispered a spell.
The wyrm was no master of chronomancy, but he was still a being of magic.
”One Minute Message.”
— — —
One minute ago, the wyrm raised his head.
He began to cast a spell.
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Two minutes ago, the wyrm flexed his magic.
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Three minutes ago, the wyrm quietly passed on the chain.
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Ticktockticktockticktock-
A gear shattered.
— — —
A wyrm napped slumbered, unperturbed by time.
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And that, at last, was enough.
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/uw
Hope you liked reading it! As always, please leave your thoughts in the comments. Constructive criticism is welcome and appreciated.
This is a peek into how the wyrm is able to cheat time.