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Short Story: The Warrior's Cerebrum

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For, what had happened to the warrior’s cerebrum was tantamount to an F5 tornado flattening an entire town. Where the Angel’s mind was at one time a living kaleidoscope of clear, dynamic shading, a flourishing mecca, now lay ruined, a no man’s land sketched in shadowy gray fog. Wherever he focused, pools colored with pain and sorrow, additionally, hills made of brain matter oozing cerebrospinal fluid tore at his heart compeling him to embed an image of himself into his brother’s psyche. In the hope that, a familiar face might be sufficient to keep Phenix lucid. Phenix, stay with me. Shucking off the viscous cloud of silence swarming his psyche, threatening to smother him, he checked his brain shield was in place, ensuring the scourge could not access his mind. After this, aware of running short on time, he probed Phenix’s mind for signs of an Immortal Ignis. Blue fire, everlasting and indestructible, the Maker’s ichor, a drop of liquid flame implanted in all creations, Mortal and Immortal. …show more content…

“Where is the so-called mercy of which you demand for gracious sakes?” A passionate supplication, shouted to his Maker only to go unheard, absorbed in an unending darkness, or so he thought, having caught a faint whispering in the distance. Rolling over a windless landscape, a flurry of broken sentences, words, hushed tones spun, tumbled and shivered over the other. Brother, help me fuse the

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