For the Moment

Things aren't always as they appear to be. The mind can twist and turn all manners of reality. Without concept of time, trapped in one moment, dawn can appear to be dusk. A beginning can seem an end. Trapped in one moment. Who's to say what is real and what is imagination. Dreams seem so real whilst the dreamer sleeps. They only appear false upon waking. And reality can seem false at moments. Surreal. Lost in a sea of choices and indecision. Where the line between truth and lies blurs.

Torture, pain, becomes sweet pleasure and need. Insanity encroaches within the mind, and for a moment it seems so easy to give in, give in to the relief of not caring. Caring can be such a burden. Wrapped in a web of indecision. One wrong move brings down armeggedon. Trapped in one moment. So hard to see the right decisions. Flowing with the power, surging unchecked through arteries and veins, a magma of intensity. Roaring beneath the surface, waiting for the chance to erupt. Such a fine line between good and evil here.

He was preparing to kill. There was no other way of saying it. Today would be the day that would mark him changed. That bubble of insanity that continuously pushed at him threatening to burst was getting more and more persist as the power welled within him. He would be a killer. The thought frightened and compelled him. Today he would cause the end of this war on way or the other, whether victory or defeat, for him it would all be over. No one had told him that the price of freedom could be his soul...

When facing immenent doom wasn't your life supposed to flash in front of your eyes? Wasn't he supposed to quickly relieve all the high and low points in his life within a millisecond. Rather figures that he would be different this way too. Other people got to see loved ones and remember better times. He got to spend the last few moments of his life thinking about his waivering sanity and the effects of the time space continuum. He never could do anything normally.

The power within him was impatient. It knew it's time had come. All that time training to control this raw magic had never helped. A tentative leash was all anyone could hope for. And the leash was very strained. Here on this magic scorched battlefield, the bodies of friends and loved ones surrounding him, the leash was very strained indeed. Trapped in a moment. This moment between life and death, between despair, grief, rage, and insanity. This moment accross from a madman with blood filled eyes and a lipless grin. This moment.

And the power tears free. Brightness burning away the dark night, illuminating skeletal trees and desecrated hills. Death in the light. So brilliantly trapped in this moment. Silently moving over the blood muddied ground seeking its realease in its target. That infernal grin widening in triumph as waves of raw magic wash over him, slicing into him, cutting away his mortal body one limb at a time. Slowly prolonging the final moment, when crimson eyes finally close for the last time. That final moment that forever preserves that hideous grin.

The power still hungry turns back to its host. So hungry. Power flowing into the caster, electrifying and bringing the mind to the edge. Magic coursing through his veins, constantly pushing against tentative barriers. Contained behind glowing jade eyes...

For the moment.