Awakening

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic


This is something I wrote a long while back. I was inspired by the idea of supernatural martial art warriors serving this vague entity dubbed as 'The Darkness.' This story follows a very pitiful
thing and his road to conceiving this concept of self-identity. At first, he might be completely unaware of his own consciousness, so when things get interesting, he is introduced to a universe of
innately dark, epic proportions. I intend to finish this someday. Please forgive any bad formatting. Write your deep thoughts and harsh criticisms down below, and please enjoy!

Submitted: January 21, 2018

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Submitted: January 21, 2018

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Awakening [1]

My earliest memories were of me in a dark pit, surrounded by the dead. I did not remember anything before then and only knew of what surrounded me. Faded corpses and fragile skeletons that were filled with maggots and odd worms. On my last day, when the regular, macabre falling of soulless bags abruptly stopped, I lost sight of the living. I was afraid, hurt, and I was alone. I usually adjusted to the cold darkness and crawled to catch and eat any living thing I could find, but on that last day in that pit, it occurred to me that for my whole life, I determined what was to live and what was to die; therefore, if I were the godly being in this realm of twilight and despair, then it was in my power to yield and see the piercing light. That is when something peculiar happened, the sound of still air giving way to a greater power. The thing landed on my side, shaking the hearth of my dying presence.  Many creatures more landed around me as well. They were looking for something, checking the carcasses swiftly. That is when I realized that they were looking for me.

I was manhandled as it whispered quietly, "There you are," yelling after to his pack, "We found him!"

Upon closer observation, The dark, male figure immediately jumped into what I already thought was oblivion, but in actuality more space between space. He and I then landed on the wall, ten feet from where we were, somehow sticking with only his right hand and foot. He and the others kept doing this repeatedly until I saw a spectacle of celestial, glowing bodies with a large, astral entity radiant with white light in the west, that must've been embroidered by divine hands. On my last night in the pit, I fell in love.

 
Rebirth [2]
 

A realm of continuity and quantity surrounded me. It was a universe not founded on mere subjective perspective, isolated and contained by the chains of a single mind, but one founded on the objective principles of virtuous volition and individuality. A place writhing in desperation to show change and difference in the spotlight of comparison, wanting to actually show a contrast in justification and acknowledgement for its strangeness and vile existence. A body of beings that demanded a proof in order to futilely entreat its own reality. I, carried and manhandled by a man, took a breath of real air on this earthly, hearthly plane and exhaled knowing full well that the interstellar transportation from my pit of blackness to this picturesque land of wonder was only the immense process of the reincarnation of my soul. This dark stranger laid me down by the pit and searched his compartments for an object special to this occasion and acquired a vial filled with a dark, purple substance. I noticed too that his eyes were ethereally purple, the last thing I saw that night. I woke a second after, or as it felt. It wasn't dark, or as dark as the pit, but my sensitivity to light was sharp and piercing. Crystalline rock, oddly formed, emanated a violet, phantasmagoric light that was both disorienting and blinding. My eyes finally adapted and I took a look around. I was in a massive and circular room, with me on a stone table, restrained in the middle of it. I felt something wet from my backside, it reminded me of the warm fluid I used to emanate from the lower part of my body, however, this felt cool. Soon after pain seared throughout my body and electrocuted me in a puddle of my own red concoction. I looked up and found an oval-shaped gap directly above, whilst I questioned my depth perception. What shone through the gap was a light, blue shade of luminescent brilliance that shimmered in the air and reinvigorated my aura and spirits. It was the entity of hope, health, and beauty. My astral guardian and goddess of love. I stared at its beauty, whilst I paid no attention to the embroidered ceilings and walls, who I among other deities gave no relevance to the phenomenon of chronological time. This magnificence spoke with a silver tongue and shifted it's orbiting position above me quickly, till I could only gaze upon its crescent and frown knowing initially that it will soon depart. Morning arose and the atmosphere in the room immediately changed. Light shone and fragmented everywhere, which rid of the remnants of coolness and burned the dress that ruined the sound of silence. The glow from the crystals was not there and the absence of tranquility made everything amiss. Suddenly, the ether vibrated and silence quickly took refuge elsewhere. I turned my head and heard a whisper? No, it was movement. I heard breath, which changed everything. It was subtle, slight, hidden, and masked. There were far more people or things than I could then currently imagine. I twisted my head and only slightly saw what they were. In my peripheral vision, I observed shadowy creatures, people who can only be described as vicious, dark, and refined. They surrounded me, around this circular room, possibly a hundred feet away whilst they gazed with their ominous eyes. Their clothing was robe-like, black and purple, adorned with foreign symbols. They had a strange, silver insignia. Then something large, bright and hot filled the gap in the ceiling. The light was penetrating and I could barely see. The table I was restrained upon heated up, stinging and scorching my body. The light pierced my flesh and took my vision. Wisps of smoke quickly levitated away. My clothes were set afire and my lungs were filled with voluminous gas, scarred. I was completely inflamed; I couldn't breathe nor scream and there was nothing I could have done. I felt myself burn till there was nothing left to feel. I was on the brink of death and my vision was fading. Someone appeared by my side and watched. I looked back till my gaze was obstructed and engulfed by flame, and everything became nothing. I awoke, but couldn't see. I could hear sharply, though. There was the sound of liquid continuously crashing against the floor. I scarcely felt the cool air temper my body with the slight sensation of being off the ground. Was I floating? No, my arms and legs, or what was left, were stretched apart. Later, I experienced the strange sensation of my body in motion and afterward the shock and pain of landing. I was soaked and absorbed by this body of liquid, and quickly felt myself healing. Not only that, but it was growing. My veins grew across my arms and legs, whilst dark, glistening rock formed from this water and attached itself in support of my bones. My entire anatomy was regenerated and evolved into something greater, more powerful. My eyes opened and my body surged. I could see everything now. Below me, was a river of that mystical, peculiar, purple substance in level with my legs. I looked above  and saw three dark ninjas upon a ledge.

The one in the middle mischievously smiled and softly spoke, "Welcome, brother."

 


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