The sea of red

On the path to the sea of red, all he sees is red as he remembers his friends telling him that the world is filled with secrets of all kinds; most of them are harmless and will only last a lifetime, but among them, there are those that are deadly, like his. They told him that his secret will be the beginning of the end and that if he wants to keep the world safe, then he has to walk the path to the sea of red.

The sea of red will take his secrets and bury them, the waves will wash memories and grant him forgiveness. Red will be free, in the sea of red. Free from the sins of those he’s served, free from his own sins of blood, his tainted hands that have drained the lives of many, many creatures.

Red’s secret is one of murder, an ancient order who lived to destroy; built upon death, was their belief. And his too, none in the order had a mind of their own. Their minds were in the hands of the puppet master and the puppet master lives in red. Red is the only immortal member of the order, the vessel of all that is doom.

The puppet master cannot live, but red cannot die, his body won’t allow it and so he must kill his memories, over and over again, he will kill his memories through the sea of red. The puppet master can only control those that know of the order and so he will forget… until the puppet master makes him remember, he who lives in the mind will always control it but he will not control the body until it remembers.

It’s a vicious cycle of lost and found, a battle of time. Red must hurry, it’s like a loading glitch, every time the memories are awakened, the puppet master has to wait a day before he can gain control, red has to forget again before then.

On the path to the sea of red, he hurries, without another thought, he hurries on, to the sea of red, to fall into its embrace as the sea lulls him to sleep, a sleep that will wash his memories.