an end to the beginning

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
A story of what ifs and Why's...



If your truly interested follow this discord link to get the key to decipher the scrambled language. https://discord.gg/FZwEad4

Submitted: June 17, 2019

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If somthing is real how can you prove it is real. If a word is spelled wrong y is it wrong. Do you still understand the word or does it become another word. Is the way people accept others how its supposed to be. To prove if something is real people check it based on their own specific standards, whether it’s poking it, deeply gazing at it, or just accepting it as if it was real to begin with. But why do people just accept it? When something bizarre appears before you or something equally weird happens. Is it best just to accept it, and make it part of reality? Or pretend it’s just a figment of our imaginations? If the world we live in was attacked by an outer force so powerful that we could compare them to gods. Would YOU pretend its a dream or accept it, if you do accept it are you insane. Would it be your problem to solve or ours?


 

“You can’t just lay in bed all day bro”.”like hell i cant, its all nise and warm”. Smak! “What the fuck man leave me alone you fucken brown shit!”. “Your alarms been ringing for five minutes turn it off already”. “ i guess it is time to get up since im up alredy”. “ You know your moms a whore right?”.... “Jo?”

And that’s the last of the memories of whoever I was. I woke up under a bridge half submerged in the river the bridge goes over. I’ve been here for two days trying to remember but i got nothing. I’m not confused  or frightened, I just want to know what happend. The sun just went down, if any time to look around now would be the time. I don’t know who I was but I apparently didn't have much, no phone no wallet, nowhere to go. All my clothes on me besides a little wet and very smelly, seem almost 2 sizes to big. The more I think about who I was the more I get irritated that i can’t remember. Before I even realize it i’ve walked to the point where the bridge is far behind me. “Maybe following the bank isn’t the greatest plan.” A big bird flies over head. I decided to follow it, it wasn’t that I didn’t have a choice I just wanted to get away from the river.

The land all around the bridge seemed burnt to a crisp and smelt like sulfur. A few hot spots where glowing in the darkness. Was there a forest fire? A war? I don’t think i actually want the answer.  In the distance the moon was in a crescent shape and was falling behind the mountains….. “ Hold the phone???” The dark side of the moon is created by the earth's shadow hitting the big cheese ball. But the moon looks like it has been shattered. What's happened to this world?

“Hg euqe uhI?”  “yes sir, that is the lone survivor we have been looking for.” “ufggm uhi uygy  xb sy oqd gyxeqge euhx sbgkl, hex ehiy zbg q dyw wcl.” “Of course Lord.” “We will provide all the necessities so he can start.”

I can’t do anything my body is locked in place the shock of realizing that the world is dead and im all alone in it. I can't control my body as I begin to sink to the ground and cry. “Why do you cry?” “Because i'm alone.” “Even with your gift?” I quickly pick up my head in fear that something is talking to me. “WHERE AARE YOu?” “everywhere. You have been selected to be the next supreme being of this world.” With those final worlds knowledge fills my head. Knowledge of my new gift and my purpose in this barren land. And with that I must now think of how to create the world. What creatures and what templates for the creatures and foliage. I raise my hand and imagine the first thing to come to my mind. I open my eyes to see a field of clovers at my feet along with a few other creatures like ive seen them in a dream before. A small mammal with a pelt so soft you get absorbed into it. I then realized that with creating this area my body has changed I am more transparent, and my clothes are completely different, a long green robe with a vibrant purple trim. I feel taller. I feel different.

I look past the field i have created I look past the body of water that has been there before me and I see a patch of clovers, it’s not the same as mine it’s different?  I never would have realized it then but my subconscious fears have created a life of its own. For what stand in front of me is the “NOT” me. Everything I fear to be, and everything I don’t want has manifested into a being that has copied me exactly. And just as soon as I spot him he vanished. Leaving the field clovers to burn.

That’s when I understand. Even in the life I lived before this there was always dark and light. A never ending war, a struggle for ownership. No matter the army I made his would be the same. So if his goal was to destroy my creation, I will create a world nearly impossible to destroy. Even if it takes the life from my eyes I will make a world untouched by anger, greed, gluttony, lust, envy, pride, and sloth. A world that will take time to shape, but will be perfect. My creations will hold the seven contrary virtues not sins. Dragons for patience, humans for liberality, dwarves for abstinence,  Fairy’s for chastity, Elves for kindness, Seafolk for Humility, and Dark Elves for diligence.

The final gift for my children and the world they must build is hope. For the chance they become greater than themselves and don’t fall into the world of shadows. All they have to do is believe. Not in me, Not in my powers, But in each other. The stage is set I don’t know what will happen to me during their growth. For I will sleep, and hope that they become strong and wise. As I sleep I dream of there advancements, there hardships, and I see my enemy. Slowly working to corrupt.

While in my slumber I can visit the world unseen by all. I don’t know what year it is but the world seems to be nicely populated with few problems. My Fear has made the elves hate each other and are in a long war with no sign of ending. I don’t have much power in this form but I can pull a few strings. The two kings of each race has a child one a boy and one a girl. As I wander around the kingdom of elves I notice that the prince and the princess visit the same clover meadow at different times. The prince comes at sunset and the princess at sunrise. As the prince starts to head back to his tribe I command a root to trip him and he falls hitting his head and passing out. As the sun starts to rise the princess comes to the meadow she sees the body and rushes over. The boy comes to and they lock eyes. The boy is in a daze almost taken by her dark skin. The princess than takes the small sword from his side and cleaves off his head. For this man took her elder sister raped her, forced her to give birth and then murdered the child in front of the entire kingdom. The sister dead suck on a cross on top of a loan hill.

I look upon the atrocities they have made and see him across from me I head in his direction and he doesn't even move I just am not allowed near him. I don’t know what to do my world is at war and I can’t help. I fall to my knees and cry for my children. “H eubfwue cbf uql zqheu hd euyi?” “I do. I don’t want to watch them slaughter each other” “cbf qgy dbe euy zhgxe eb sqde q vygzyoe sbgkl, rhxe odzehdfy eb sqeou euyi wgbs he shkk ty sbgeu he.” “Really?” “cyx.”



 

No matter what you believe we all started somewhere. And our faith in each other or a higher power got us to where we are now.




 

-The end

 


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