Foolish. Ohmen was shoved into the cell and sent sprawling to the floor. Foolish. Ohmen crawled to the corner of the room. Foolish. Its two walls however would not shelter him from the brewing storm. FOOLISH. Ohmens cold eyes fixed on oblivion. FOOLISH. Ohmen’s limbs froze, colder than ice.
The voices in his mind screamed. Danced. More and more gathering, attracted by the scent of madness. Cackling around a beaten corpse like a pack of hyenas. Each one unable to wait their turn before lunging in and ripping off a hunk of flesh.
Fool. Fool. Fool.
Whilst some manically roared, others chanted singular words or phrases in an almost religious fashion. Those that tried to calm the rest or approach the situation were drowned, dragged down and pushed under a sea of shouts. Thier words turning into little more to fragmented whispers.
Sitting tucked into the corner of the room motionless a war waged within.
He would try over and over again to blame his actions upon the voices. Upon something.. ANYTHING!? He however inescapably knew that he was the one who had dragged himself into these circumstances. Overeager, overzealous to throw out spells at a whim. Having little regard for any sort of consequence. This was inevitable.
The tree of reason standing tall laid low and suffocated in a coil of strangling vines. Vines which now birthed fruit - Consequence. Consequence of my own foolishness… My own. Own Naivety. Arrogance personified into flames which besieged the tree in violent outbursts of flicking and hissing.
Clasping his hands together the changeling desperately clawed at any chance of escape, an excuse… Nothing. Crushing realisation that the whole scene was a reflection of himself. The vines, The flames were not some other entity, but rather an extension of himself… and thus passing the blame toward them was utterly pointless. He was to blame for this result. This was his doing and he could allude his own mind no longer.
Ohmen’s supposed gift of Wisdom and Knowledge was clearly yet another one of his own illusions. Tricking not only those around him but also himself even more so. His understanding was hollow. Held up on rotten scaffolds of deceit. And it was these scaffolds that came tumbling down in moments such as these, allowing the statue that was his understanding to crumble. Any form of trickery placed upon it having faded all was made bare… It looked as if he would once again have to rebuild the statue, chucking random rocks together and hoping they would hold firm. Weaving the illusion of expertise and grandeur upon it. Allow the statue to bask in its own lies, manipulated into believing its own falsehoods.
Not. This. Time.
He could not continue like this. Acceptance that his knowledge was flawed crushed down upon him… He would… No. He must rid himself of hollow understanding, Rebuilding the statues in permanence and stability.
Bringing scaled hands toward his face and clasping tighter to the point of Pain Ohmen silently prayers. Swearing forgiveness for his own mistakes to himself. Promising change to his own mind. He prays not to a god, Deity or some other divine being ill or good… but rather, to himself.
Despite this, however, he knows that he cannot accept his own silent cries. For it was him who worked within lies, falsehoods and deception. Idea’s he looked to barely understand himself.
His plea’s for forgiveness would go unanswered, disregarded and cast aside. For all he knew they could be another even more desperate and trivial attempt to gain some feeling of twisted achievement upon its acceptance.
No more.
I deserve whatever punishment or trial may come. It is not my mind that will refuse to learn, will not see reason. It is me. These so-called voices, emotions placed upon me by an external force are false. They are my own, They are me. I. Will. Change.
Pathetic. Another false promise of change soon to be broken.
Prove them. Prove yourself. Prove all WRONG.
Hide within his mind no longer. Drakk shouting, Drowned out by owned voices within. Familiar faces, Suffocated in a tide of lost identities.
‘I am a fool Drakk. A guilty fool.’
The words barely escape out his mouth, His whole body struggling to stop him.
Ripping away the lies Ohmens voice is cold and void, sounding almost as if it were struggling to stay afloat. Words attempting to trip and attack each other on the way out, their echoes fighting for dominance within the ear, within the mind.
“I am bound by the lies I wove. I am foolish to have used enchantments. My knowledge is a facade, hollow as are my excuses. There can be none. I own my actions..."
“Though time and excuse may seek to separate them, Consequence and action will inevitably have their dreadful reunion, and it is that reunion I am blind too and will continue to be so for as long as...as Arrogance, Misperception and foolishness persist within. 
