Darkness
The empty void of space
Like a chasm torn into the earth, his mind had a exceedingly large hole in it. No reconciliation of anything other than thunderstorms and the terrors of war. A pyramid, and...
There it was again. There and then gone. Fleeting from his grasp before he could snatch it. Becoming increasingly pissed off, he paced around the deck of the small ship he found himself on, as The Heaven's Bane was out of contact. "God...damn it!" Yelling in frustration, he slumped into the pilots seat, chin in hand as he struggled to maintain a positive train of thought.
Staring out the veiwport, something shiny reflected off the glass and he swivled round, not noticing the gold metal before. Rising to his feet, he approached his cloak across the corridor, pulling a golden mask from underneath. Covered in dents and residue, he turned it in the light, the visor glaring back at him.
Finally, something clicked, and one word was quickly formed on his lips.
Dax
[member="Dax Fyre"]