The Vortex

Paice fell 500 feet into the side of the mountain. The impact was deafening, as his build crashed into the jagged rocks, momentarily buried in an explosion of dust rock particles and the loud boom announcing his fall from grace, proclaiming the strength of blow he was dealt.

"You will no longer deny me of my rightful place!", roared out above sending out shockwaves that made the trunks of every oak tree within the the vicinity shudder. As Paice crawled out from the crumbled ditch born of his impact, he could sense Rescent circling above.

Several lightning bolts struck out from the area Rescent levitated, and a dark cloud began to spread out, creating a gloomy atmosphere, as the sun light ceased to break through. Paice performed a mental scan of his physical status. He was fine, but that hefty punch dished out by Rescent was from a place of suppressed rage, a home of resentment that had been created in the abyss Paice has sent him to, sealed with reason.

The world had become dark, and in this place of pain, the spirits watched on from their various realms. Paice stood up, defiant, projecting resilience to pain, and shouted out to the skies "This is our fault! We need to take responsibility!" The silhouette of Rescent began to form behind the dark cloulds which had now taken over the skies "No!", he bellowed, revealing himself in a majestic stance mid-air, "this is all YOUR fault! You were weak, a push over. You stood by and did nothing, whilst these mortals walked all over us, demeaning our existence, residing us to nothing but weaklings. Had you shown our strength, no one would've messed with us!"

Paice bent his knees and lifted himself into the air. He reached where Rescent was, and as he approached he could see Rescent clench his left fist backwards, as if readying another strike. Rescent was justified in his feelings and Paice could see clearly where he was coming from, but he knew that if he was to let Rescent through the vortex, out of their realm, the ramifications would be disastrous.

Time had been a friend to Rescent, a catalyst to eventual escapade as he could no longer watch on as their world crumbled. And now he was out of the deep dark abyss his being had been relegated to, he had amassed enough strength to overpower Paice with relentless attacks into submission, set himself free through the vortex.

Paice knew that if he did not let Rescent go, everything would be torn from the inside. Their realm was already a dark place, and the sinister spirits could break through the clouds any moment. Paice let go...

Jordan's face turned to stone as the gravity of the betrayal began to sink within. The shock filled his heart with momentary fear as the realisation of his naivety released a sensation of disappointment. "How could he let this happen to him? Why did he give so much trust? How could he be such a FOOL?" The questions rampaged through his mind, tearing down ever softness he had in his thinking; every peaceful energy.

He felt bitter, that he had been used and emotionally abused. His peaceful nature had been compromised, and a new sensation spread through his mind like growing tentacles that grew from a place he had grown to live without, a place he was taught to avoid, a place of resentment...