//------------------------------// // (CH4) Taken Treasure // Story: The World, But Better: Geometrical Will // by TCValley //------------------------------// "SQUARE." The warnings had not been taken. The Wizard had spoken, but deaf were the audience. Now they would listen. The world, beaten, shattered, regrouping once more. Cubes and boxes reigned. The land in geometry's hands. To twist, and crack, and weld. To show the blind their anger. For those who laughed, let six points end them. To those who failed, may they burn spiritually as one, and one infinite in number, pointed only unto itself. May Time and Light be merciful only to those who believed. And be that, let the world burn. A glance around the room scrambled eyes, hiding from the Rulers in her home. Yet may no location be safe. Pointallistic clouds and triangular cities reign. Linear life forms and cubic covers shine throughout the pentagonal dark. Yet King of Kings yet not be named. No. The time yet to come had almost come to pass, and the Grandest of the Great was nearly upon itself. May wave upon wave of flame, be poison, spread, share in the redemption of the land. Let the Second of Kings merge. May Light see through Time, and Time solider the tin of the world through the reign of Light. Rarity scrambled out of her boutique and ran as quickly as she could from the world. But He was ready. Ready to force this land to be His. "Being! Halt in your tracks! Lesser than thee shall be spared shall thee listen." It was time. The running pony stopped dead, glancing around with terrified eyes. "You are one of six. Six... Six become two. Two become one. One. One, eternal, infinite in number, who burn, who scrape upon the ground, and Time be their only savior! BUT TIME WILL ABANDON THEM! AND TIME HAS ABANDONED YOU! I am your world. I am your King." "You are me..." ...Welcome home. And the cosmic anvil of fate descended from on high to the running, and it's form failed. Ended. Fin. It joined four, the fifth of Six. Of King of Kings. The land. The one who dared to save themselves as the final means to an end showed their foolishness. Their Rulers have not yet escaped them. Five wait, burning as two, as one, for the Finale. For the last hath no fury unquenchable as the rage of He. For The Wizard knew of this. One such hut, hidden in the shadows of the failed world, the new world, of itself, became the source. Shadows pulsed through themselves. Backwards. Forwards. Differences set sideways. The linearity of square equals point. And point equals the King. And the King? The land. Of six. Of two. Of one. One... ...For these things work with secrecy. Shadows tell lies, but cannot hide. He who Changed the World is more than shadow. He is mist; the Righteous Bringer of Hell. They failed to listen. Let the deaf hear. May the blind see. The prophecy of geometry hides in clear view. As atoms rip themselves apart, and as the few of none who dared be spared flee for their own lives, may they see. See your new rulers. Six set no such agony forth before as this. Not all who hide in the shadows are shadows. The mist that dare not be seen. The world of six become two, become one, and the finality of such a mortal plane shall be rewarded with immortality. May the Colors of more than the rainbow shine down, and in, and through. Time's cruel numbers and hands running backwards be simply neutral. For their lives shall be bound to the Will! And the Will has shown it's punishment! FOR TIME WILL BE THE KING OF SOUND! MUSIC SHALL RAIN FROM THE MOUTHS OF THE PUNISHED THROUGH THE TICKING OF 60 UNIMAGINABLE SECONDS! And sound... The music of pain and anger shall be their most joyous melodies. They will see as they burn, and as their glass of bones be shattered on end, their mistakes. Merciless is no word. Nor work. Through an infinity's half, through shadow's light, words and works be bent. Shadows shine bright. Time blocks. Backwards. Slowly, periodically. The Will controls. For Time and Light will show no mercy. "Two left." Gray liquid flowed over the ground.