Unknown Worlds: Mental Struggling
Unknown Worlds: Mental Struggling
My head aches when I opened my eyes, facing the blue skies above with the sun shining down onto the side of my face. Raising my head, I yawned thus stretching my wings while I looked over upon my surroundings. Noticing that I was still in the sands, I got up onto my feet groaning and complaining about the rousing headache that kept pounding against my head. Luckily, Tzico was able to notice and ran forth to me before asking. "What is wrong, Neriax? Sounds like someone had hit you with a hammer or something." I forced a laugh, chuckling sarcastically at him and my eyes darted to him when he cracked an awkward smile knowing it was already stupid enough. "Is there anything else bothering you?" "Not at the moment." I lied and he nodded before departing from me, heading forth towards the other four dragons.
I have not told anyone but you about this but. I feel like someone was whispering to me. It was like a cold whisper wind brushing against my ear that often times I thought that it would be a bug or something crawling into it or buzzing about. It was not. No. That whispering was real; almost as if I could feeling it brushed against the side of my ear. I am not crazy or lying to you. Despite my over thinking and rambling on and on about the audience not complying to what I was trying to say, I blinked my eyes again and yawned. Raising my claws up into the air before I caught hold onto someone speaking to me. Turning, Xenao smiled "Good sleep?" I nodded, but Tzico had to ruin it for both of us. "He did not had a good sleep?" "Oh? Why?" He asked him, meeting his eyes as he smiled. Gulping, I prepared to close my ears tightly at what obnoxious things that he would say. But nothing came from his mouth afterwards for Shinron interrupted both of them with a growl from his mouth.
With us three looking over to him, noticing him narrowing his eyes as he growled a second time hoping to catch our attention, I piped up. "er... Good morning, Shinron." But he ignored me and barked, "All three of you. Up and at them upon the shores. We will be going shortly." "Going?" Exclaimed, Tzico making a face at him like a little hatchling he is before whining, "Why do we have to go? Can we not stay here at once and enjoy ourselves?" "No. You had your fun." He ordered, "Besides. Neriax is looking to get back into his home world. We would had to do something for him, at least." 'Oh... Right.' I thought to myself, suddenly remembering of the kingdom where I first entered into before somehow teleporting here. Without another word, I deserted Tzico and Xenao who were too busy talking to themselves. I ran over to Shinron and called in after him. He stopped and gazed over, wondering what I had to say.
"Where's the first object we have to find, cap?" I asked, a bit excited as unknowingly my scales had started to shaken. Shinron gave a sigh at first, closing his eyes before turning his head over towards the blue horizon beyond us. He raised his paw upward and pointed eastward. I followed and blinked for a while. I was a bit confused why he would point there. But shrugging, I spread my wings. Nearly hitting him in the face with them before I jumped up and prepared to fly. However, he grabbed hold onto my tail and flopped me onto the ground. Where the sands flew up hovering into the air, I groaned while he spoke to me. "Do not go until the captain says." He started, sternly. "Are you the captain?" I asked and he nodded without another word before leaving me onto the sands where I slowly got up again and dusted any of the sands that got onto my scales before rejoining the others around the sudden campfire.
As I sat onto the logs that Tzico had placed, I watched as Nor and Leonar had distributed their goods among the crew members. Eventually handing one off to me. I gazed onto what was on the menu tonight. A burned half fish on a stick. I blinked quizzily at it before raising my eyes up and scanned around. Looking over to the other crew members, I had noticed that most of them had their own half burned fished... on a stick. I pondered for a while, frowning before shrugging seconds later. Before sinking my fangs into the scales of the fish. Ripping it off from the rest of it before chewing it inside of my mouth. My eyes went opened. 'This is good!' I thought before devouring the rest of it while the others finished theirs.
Hours had passed and the moon was high in the air above us. With ourselves fed and ready for adventure, we spread our wings in union before departing from the island. We rose high into the night skies, flapping our wings once or twice depending on how soft was the winds that blew against us. A calm and quiet environment, something that I would enjoy if I were alone without anyone else to bother me. But quickly remembering that whispering in my ear, how it brushes up against my drums and I stopped pondering about it. While I sighed, we capped off our rising elevation and leveled ourselves in the air temporarily. Do I always say 'temporarily' all the time? I do hope I can find a pirate dictionary and find some other words I can use instead of using the same old, same old. As always, Shinron took the lead followed by Tzico and Xenao, then Leonar and Nor, lastly me. We flew like this in a line formation which confused me sometimes as I had never done it before in my own lifetime. Though disregarding the question in my mind, I looked out. But something pulsed in my mind like a rising headache. Upon which, I found myself grinding my fangs together. Often times making sounds. The whispers in my mind became soft and my focus was to it at once. Losing my ability to fly straight along with my crewmates which no one else had paid any attention to me.
It became a constant battle verging for my body's control to fly and listen at the same time. I can only do one than the other, never both and this was my weakness however. With the constant whispering inflicting upon my head, I shouted out blasting any words that I could form shattering the silence around me while Nor looked on then Tzico and Xenao who both cracked a smile, whispering to one another. Nor, on the other claw, paused his tracks leaving the other two to go on ahead as if nothing had happened before he hovered calling out to me. But his voice fell on deaf ears. I saw him moved closer to me then we collided with one another. Having felt hit with a brick wall or something, I snapped out from my mental battling inside my brain and shouted at Nor. But after a few insulted words thrown at him, I noticed that Nor held his claws to my face asking, "Seriously man. What is wrong with you?" I paused and reeled back my head, looking at him with my narrowed eyes. Scoffing at his question, I snorted back "Nothing is wrong. Did I not tell you it?" "What about your 'mental health problems?' He asked me. I glanced at him back then growled afterwards before he added, "I already know, Neriax. Your expression and silence that contributed to the overall crew's volume had keen to my interest." "But what do you know?" I barked at him, having wanted to silenced him and moved on. Since of course we are moving quiet behind schedule. But he ignored it and fell silent. I stared at him back before snarling one more time. Giving in onto his demands, I lowered my voice to a whisper before explaining what was on my mind.
"Who... Or what is whispering at me?" I asked him, Nor raised his eyes blinking in interest wondering what I was trying to say. I went on. "I heard a voice. No. A whisper in my brain. Telling me about the future of the kingdom of where I had resided in. It would collapsed and... and... everyone I know would be dead." "Do not say such things, Neriax. You know the kingdom better than anyone else would, you know." "R... Right. I do." I responded with a nod, softly smiling at him to assured that I was alright. Rest assured, he took the bait. Without another word, we resumed flight. Heading forth and regrouping along with the other four who was waiting for us further down the wind skies, we returned to our journey towards the cen- I mean... to an far away island where perhaps we would find the first of the three we had needed. And yet, sometimes I feel, when we had landed down onto the island and split apart from one another, that someone is watching us. From the bushes or sea waters, I would not know. But it was... rather... disturbing. And what's even more disturbing would be even meeting up with it.