The old man sat down. The cave wasn't a beautiful shelter, but it was all he had now. The... Things, they had destroyed any remains of civilization. He sat down, and decided to start a fire. The ritual had to be completed soon, but he might be able to get a little warm beforehand. He pulled out a flint, and a small steel bar from his bag. It was the last thing he took from his chest, and it luckily it hadn't broken. He stood, gathered a little fire-wood, and set some sparks. After a few tries, the sparks caught, and the flame licked at the ceiling of the small cave. As he sat warming himself in from of the fire he thought back- White, that was he saw. He had seen a shape, some creature in the distance of the portal. The other researchers were too busy testing any emissions from the the portal itself. A freak of nature, a purple, screaming doorway to another world. His paranoia was the only thing that saved him that day, quickly saying he felt sick, he left the lab. Later, he heard screaming outside and realized something. What he saw had emerged. So he started running. He ran, and ran, and ran, watching towns and cities falling before the never-ending cascade of monstrosities. His boots wore thin, his clothing ragged, his remaining possessions cracked or broken, ready to throw himself off the top of a cliff, he found the book. He didn't know who wrote it, or how, but they did. It detailed everything about the new twisted world he lived in. It included depictions arcane magics, magical drinks and foods, the anatomy of the monstrous beings who came from the other, and their weaknesses. But now, in front of the fire, on the verge of death from pneumonia, he was ready. The final page of the book. He leafed through the pages and looked at the symbols, marked on the paper. The gate to the final destination. He knew what to do. He took out the small pillars of green, slippery stone, sockets on the top, and started laying out the structure depicted in ink. When he finished he took out the eyes. They looked like eyes, certainly. Large green-blue orbs of a strange, alien substance. A small black slit representing a pupil. And so he started. He held the eyes over the center of the structure, a glowing nimbus forming around the square. He took the eyes, and started to place them, carefully, into the sockets. He was ready, he repeated, ready to would avenge humanity, all the lives lost to the abominations.
A small sound, a yelp, warned him. A small wolf, barking at him. Wait, No, behind him! He turned, and stared into illuminated, purple eyes. He ran. Too slowly of course. He knew he was dead the moment he saw it. The king of the things, they could outrun anything. "I have to get to the ocean, I have to ge-CRACK.
The remnants of humanity were changed by that time, and a small tribe would find what was left of him. Confused at his shape, they explored the cave behind him, looked dumbly at his possessions, but stopped in front of his final work, and stared. The started to worship the eerie, but incomplete monolith, burning they're possessions to what they thought was a god. Time passed, and later the things that had burned offerings created a castle to protect it, made of stone, carved by their hand. But they fell to the monsters as well, and the cave was buried, the monument left untouched.
Eons later, there was a small pop. And something not seen since the dawn of the new world fell out of the sky.
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The old man sat down. The cave wasn't a beautiful shelter, but it was all he had now. The... Things, they had destroyed any remains of civilization. He sat down, and decided to start a fire. The ritual had to be completed soon, but he might be able to get a little warm beforehand. He pulled out a flint, and a small steel bar from his bag. It was the last thing he took from his chest, and it luckily it hadn't broken. He stood, gathered a little fire-wood, and set some sparks. After a few tries, the sparks caught, and the flame licked at the ceiling of the small cave. As he sat warming himself in from of the fire he thought back- White, that was he saw. He had seen a shape, some creature in the distance of the portal. The other researchers were too busy testing any emissions from the the portal itself. A freak of nature, a purple, screaming doorway to another world. His paranoia was the only thing that saved him that day, quickly saying he felt sick, he left the lab. Later, he heard screaming outside and realized something. What he saw had emerged. So he started running. He ran, and ran, and ran, watching towns and cities falling before the never-ending cascade of monstrosities. His boots wore thin, his clothing ragged, his remaining possessions cracked or broken, ready to throw himself off the top of a cliff, he found the book. He didn't know who wrote it, or how, but they did. It detailed everything about the new twisted world he lived in. It included depictions arcane magics, magical drinks and foods, the anatomy of the monstrous beings who came from the other, and their weaknesses. But now, in front of the fire, on the verge of death from pneumonia, he was ready. The final page of the book. He leafed through the pages and looked at the symbols, marked on the paper. The gate to the final destination. He knew what to do. He took out the small pillars of green, slippery stone, sockets on the top, and started laying out the structure depicted in ink. When he finished he took out the eyes. They looked like eyes, certainly. Large green-blue orbs of a strange, alien substance. A small black slit representing a pupil. And so he started. He held the eyes over the center of the structure, a glowing nimbus forming around the square. He took the eyes, and started to place them, carefully, into the sockets. He was ready, he repeated, ready to would avenge humanity, all the lives lost to the abominations.
A small sound, a yelp, warned him. A small wolf, barking at him. Wait, No, behind him! He turned, and stared into illuminated, purple eyes. He ran. Too slowly of course. He knew he was dead the moment he saw it. The king of the things, they could outrun anything. "I have to get to the ocean, I have to ge-CRACK.
The remnants of humanity were changed by that time, and a small tribe would find what was left of him. Confused at his shape, they explored the cave behind him, looked dumbly at his possessions, but stopped in front of his final work, and stared. The started to worship the eerie, but incomplete monolith, burning they're possessions to what they thought was a god. Time passed, and later the things that had burned offerings created a castle to protect it, made of stone, carved by their hand. But they fell to the monsters as well, and the cave was buried, the monument left untouched.
Eons later, there was a small pop. And something not seen since the dawn of the new world fell out of the sky.
A man.