<- Go back to Fiction WorksTrees floated across the river, and he noticed several different lily pads arranged in an asymmetric order, finding that its overall shape lacked the congruence that he sought. He conducted additional investigations each into their shape to have their forms delineated amid their area. He put together a moment, silhouetting it against the sun.
Simultaneously, next to the sun, above his own silhouette, the loud clouds appeared to blink as they bulked, tramping across the sky.
He reclaimed his focus, building his ideas, desirous of creating a small place for himself.
The moment continued unbothered as the night sky arrived.
But he kept the pillars of his motions firm.
A goblin watched at the corner of his vision, and he was immediately alert to it, its presence, and its movements, constructing pre-emptively his planned series of reactions. The goblin would have to ready himself for it, which was why it attacked fiercely to overwhelm the man before he had time to respond.
But the man was quicker, slashing forth, catching the goblin off guard with how fast he reacted. It fell to the ground: its lightning assault was faltering.
The man sustained the pressure, rearing already the omen foreshadowing the unclaimed swift-kill.
And the goblin lacked the means of re-distributing his weight to recover and regain composure and control. His body physically could not stand up powerfully enough to contradict the man's enforcements. A tactical prison of sorts was already clear now, and a summary execution resulted.
The man thrust out his blade, as the blood overflowed from the entrance wound.
The blade had been practically invisible because of how short the moment lasted.
If the goblin had not already been flailing on the ground, it would have collapsed again due to the brutality of that strike.
The feelings were restrained, but finally released. The man appeared to choke before re-constructing himself. It was a facial aberration that had been cleansed from his conscious physical bearing. In a bodily sense, such features would smoothen out eventually. He only allowed this to happen.
He watched the flow of the blood pool, as if tendrils, strands, and branches were forming in the night sky. Their appearance on the ground appeared cosmic in scale with the details in the texture resembling entire regions of the over-world. It was ethereal, just as it was spiritual, just as it was physically tethered, tangible, and perceivable. This mix or set of contradictions bothered him as much as it fostered tension with and appreciation for beauty.
The persistent natural "silence" of the forest eventually came to refresh and restore him. In light of this, he resumed his business.