Until I Woke Up From The Madness - An Intermission Story

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/8905636/



There are 8 paragraphs total in that story.

The 5th paragraph is where I began writing, where it says "A subterranean environ." And I continued to write until the very end.

After that, I wrote out the four paragraphs above, starting from where the story actually begins.

I have an odd writing habit. Sometimes I provide the narration for sections that nothing else has actually developed towards yet (a sign of my generally random writing habits.). It's possible because whenever I write out a paragraph full of imagery (2nd-person/3rd-person narratives) or inner reflection (1st-person self-insertion narratives), I always aim to make every single paragraph iconic in itself. There's usually a very simple point to make; an easy to understand overview, which necessitates very specific information that may be considered both in foresight and in hindsight - the story develops both forward and backwards, if that makes any sense. It's a very simplistic technique, and it reminds me of the idea of "stages" in a videogame - progression and retrogression. If I have one piece of the puzzle, the rest of the pieces fall into place on account of how simplistic the general ideas were (where the "magic" lies in my most preferential choice of words for any given segment... ).

In other news, during all the copius skype chatting I spent the entire previous day doing, I had a sudden train of inspiration come to me concerning the continuation of the story "Why Am I Trapped In This Dream? - Part 2." What I've added serves to expound upon the nightmare Nigel had around the [not actual] beginning of the story, which entailed the sight of white, moon like eyes gazing intently down upon him.



In conclusion, here is that narration.

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Other than what he bore witness to, something was very, very wrong. And it took a considerable ammount of time for him to just barely grasp the situation in its entirity. He did not think to deduce. The massive titan before him was still very much a stranger to him, but even so, he could feel himself bonding with her - that, or there was some manner of foul trickery at play, so he supposed. He knew to think of spirits in almost every matter that concerned him, for such was the uncertainty of fear that never failed to completely envelop him. Drawn to this monster, he almost thought to call it his mother. Or a mother, for what it was that he saw her doing. Her amber eyes bore down heavily upon his conscience; even his very will. Something was stirring in his belly, this feeling almost completely alien to him, yet not quite. It was something of a passively euphoric feeling that would come to him whenever he drew closer to Chanda; even moreso whenever her attention was particularly focused on him. And now was such a moment, as once he had focused well enough to have mustered up the courage to look directly at her face, the unfounded terrors that haunted him soon became more clairified. He could see those eyes, gazing down upon his own, DIRECTLY into his own. It was then that he was reminded of his nightmare. SHE was the being that gazed down upon him with white eyes like a full moon, only now there was an absence of such brightness in her eyes. But he could still make out her pupils, and once he had, he became mortified. He screamed aloud, tearing himself around to his rear to retreat back to his room for dear life. Stumbling; falling upon his face, even, he managed to reach his crude bedding in time (being that his room was so very massive), and he hid under his blanket and mumbled incoherently to himself, supposing he was offering a prayer to the gods, desperate for protection. Sometimes he was brave enough to peep out of his blanket, horrified at the thought that the giant might give chase, and follow him to his room. Time and again he looked forward towards the entrance to his room, panic stricken.

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Of course there will be both additions and subtractions from what I've written here once I work it into the story, to properly balance out all of the transitive information in all good syntax (and correct spelling... XD ).