A Burning Passion

[T4T3RGR3NAD3R]

Light. Dark. The entire universe entangled within itself. All that has been, is, and will be, condensed into a single point. The very nature of time itself made manifest. Secrets beyond mortal comprehension. Life, death, and the grey space in between. Lost things, things that strayed too far from this worldly plane. He felt compelled to join them in the sweet nothingness. Calm. Rest. Escape. It would be so easy...

No.

He had to hold on. He could not let himself slip away into the Void. He held on to the one thing he could: Lucy. She was there. She was real. He was too. He was alive. Crawling, writhing, gasping, he dragged himself towards the light.

Woodie stepped out of the portal and into the cold morning air. Reborn again. There was snow on the ground, and not another soul to be seen. He had little recollection of what he had just underwent. There wasn't much time to think about it. The cold was setting in, and Woodie needed fire. There were trees nearby. Our knight in shining plaid brought them down swiftly and vigorously. There was still the matter of kindling. More specifically, the worrying lack thereof. While scrounging for grass, Woodie passed once more by the portal. Suddenly from the portal emerged a dark figure blanketed in the otherworldly glow of the portal. When the chaos cleared, there, standing before Woodie was...Woodie? The two men were identical, save different changes of clothes. Before the first Woodie had a chance to fathom what stood before him, Woodie II had run off. Woodie was shaken by the experience, but steeled ahead nonetheless. While trekking south of the portal, Woodie saw through the snow another figure. He stumbled forward, the cold wind slashing across his face, and looked up. There, before him, stood a young lady named Willow. Both were thrilled to meet another face. Woodie was particularly thrilled by the prospect of warmth derived from Willow's lighter. Seeing as it would benefit them both, the two forged an alliance. Woodie would chop logs for later use, and Willow would set various flora alight when needed (and occasionally when unneeded). Dusk had set in. Still searching for grass, the duo came across a mass on the ground in the shadows of the early evening. Upon inspection, they found it was Woodie II, frozen and dead. This was a deeply troubling sight to Woodie I, but they had to press on in order to survive. Grass was sparse, and most of it already picked. Night set upon them. Luckily, Willow possessed her lighter, and Woodie plenty of logs and charcoal to burn, although no grass for a campfire. Throughout the night, Woodie would toss a log or coal on the ground, and Willow would set it ablaze. Willow gave Woodie the seared flesh of a mole they had butchered earlier that day. It was the best mole Woodie ever had the pleasure of dining upon. Halfway through the endlessly black night, sitting by the smoldering log Woodie thought on the day's activities. It had been difficult, even traumatic at times, but they had pulled through, and he was glad to have a good friend by his side. The flame died out, but Willow still held the lighter. Woodie presented another log to be set alight.

Toriko has left the game

T4T3R_GR3NAD3R: F***!

T4T3R_GR3NAD3R: SHE WAS HOLDING MY LIGHT!

T4T3R_GR3NAD3R was killed by Darkness

[YouKnowWho]

An excellent tale. I find it to be greatly written. I hope to read more of your stories.

[T4T3RGR3NAD3R]

12 hours ago, Youknowwho said:

An excellent tale. I find it to be greatly written. I hope to read more of your stories.

Thanks a bunch! If you'd like to read more, search for "The Dreaded Gnome Wars" and "Punching Contest" <- May not be correct title

Edit: Found the second one, link to the first one within.