The Awakening
Where am I? A brief and mild confusion passes over me. Where was I? I don't know where I was, and I'm not sure where I am now. I know I am not home. The sensation that these new surroundings are but a shadow of the reality that I call home washes over me in a sickening wave.
It's dark, except for the candlelight surrounding me. I am surrounded by five lesser beings which appear to know my true name, yet I cannot know it or speak it myself here. They won't let me. I perceive their worn and thin souls with eyes they know not I have. This is not my true form. This form is but a wisp of myself. There is so much more to me, but the laws of these environs constrain me from becoming whole here. This mouth, these hands, these muscles will serve me well here despite the fact they do no justice to my true form. I am intimately aware that they want to use me for their simple crude pleasures.
Were it not for the construct they have created, which holds my desires at bay, I would free myself and grant their wishes upon themselves. But they were foretold of this and were adequately prepared. They wish me to do things. Things that somehow I know would be unspeakable to most of their kind. I am enraged and insulted by these paltry tasks they force me to do against my will. They are far beneath me. It is not that these things go against my nature that I find offensive. It is that these insignificant vermin have the power collectively to subjugate my will to their whim.
It's dark, except for the candlelight surrounding me. I am surrounded by five lesser beings which appear to know my true name, yet I cannot know it or speak it myself here. They won't let me. I perceive their worn and thin souls with eyes they know not I have. This is not my true form. This form is but a wisp of myself. There is so much more to me, but the laws of these environs constrain me from becoming whole here. This mouth, these hands, these muscles will serve me well here despite the fact they do no justice to my true form. I am intimately aware that they want to use me for their simple crude pleasures.
Were it not for the construct they have created, which holds my desires at bay, I would free myself and grant their wishes upon themselves. But they were foretold of this and were adequately prepared. They wish me to do things. Things that somehow I know would be unspeakable to most of their kind. I am enraged and insulted by these paltry tasks they force me to do against my will. They are far beneath me. It is not that these things go against my nature that I find offensive. It is that these insignificant vermin have the power collectively to subjugate my will to their whim.
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