Voices ... many many voices ... they began whispering, but soon they all seemed to be chatting and yelling. If you focused on any one voice, though, then you'd realize that each voice was actually many voices, speaking languages long dead. But one certain language began to become louder than the rest, but this one was recently dead. It sounded ... fresh ... somehow. Each word rolled from the emptyness beyond voices with a vicious slither of pain and hatred. The words themselves were capable of stinging the flesh of a man.
As this language grew louder the others began to shriek in pain, growing quieter and quieter, all except for one other. It began shrieking and grew quiet much faster than the others ... at least, at first it did. It then grew louder even faster than it had grown quiet, soon drowning out the evil harsh language that had been a language spoken only by the frost necromancers. The louder language continued to chant the same words over and over again, and this seemed like it's only defense against the evil. Only a few people had the gift to understand the language of the chanting voices, and yet they had all died many eons ago. But, he knew. He knew what those voices said. Somehow, he just knew ... that they told him to fight the darkness......
Suddenly, Giga bolted up. The dream ... it was that dream. The one he had when he received the curse. Why had it come up now, though? For that matter, when was now? He suddenly realized that he neither knew when he had fallen asleep nor where he was now. There wasn't enough light to see his surroundings, but he thought he could make out some huge chamber ... or perhaps that was an illusion. He tried to get up and he suddenly became dizzy, so he put his hand onto his head until it passed. At least, he thought he did, but he suddenly realized that he couldn't tell if there was a ground beneath him or even if he had put his hand to his head in the first place.
This distinctly reminded him of his 7,000 year imprisonment. It had been similar to this in many ways, except it had seemed dream-like, while this time the darkness around him seemed more real. There was only one way to find out, then. Giga stood up ... at least, be believed he was now standing. Raising his arm, he felt for it ... that special golden glow in his mind's eye ... the mana that coursed through almost everything. He sighed in relief when he found it to be all around him. That was good.
Throwing his hands up, Giga reached out for the golden light in his mind and drew it in, quickly filling himself to his capacity. He was suddenly aware of his surroundings more. He did find himself standing, but only because he was leaning against some sort of wall. The wall was rough, like a cavern wall, or maybe the wall of a very old and deteriorated building. It wasn't terribly obvious, though, so Giga looked around. The ceiling was way too high to see, and the ground was sort of rocky, but flat. This didn't help at all ... he could be in either a cave or a building and not know.
He took a few steps forward and clutched his head. There was something else wrong, and it took him a while to notice. He couldn't feel the Guardians in the back of his head, yet the link was still there. If the link was there and Giga couldn't feel the Guardians then it could only mean that he was in some sort of isolated mana island, or even in another world entirely.
At this realization, Giga sat down, noticing a shiny crystal object in the corner of his eye. It was his sword ... if it was with him here and hadn't already returned to his quarters at the Frost Jedi castle then he was definately isolated from the outside world in some way. He reached out and his sword returned to his hand and began to glow. He stroked its crystal surface, which was smooth despite the fine dust it had gathered while unpowered.
He lay back onto the dusty cavern. It was eerily quiet now after the dream with all the voices. A general feeling of lonelyness seemed to eminate from the darkness. The only real source of light came from the sword and an orb that Giga could only assume he had instinctively made when he had drawn in the mana. He lay there soaking in the lonely, eerie, darkness. He felt strangely at home like this, however he knew that he couldn't remain in the darkness. Something tugged at his mind, reminding him that he needed to do things in the world.
He decided he would do that, but after resting in that darkness for a while...
OOC: Just in case you don't know what I'm trying to do, I'm reassuring that Giga *is* alive and I'm preparing for when I'm ready to roleplay as him again... remember, he isn't just "found" yet...but when he begins finding his way out, i think that would be a good signal that he's ready to be found... ^_~