This is a major project for me, this is but the first chapter in its unexpanded form.



“The source of our deepest fears lies within not having control, being unable to alter events we find discomfort in. Yet we believe in this “fate” a destiny we have no control over. Quite interesting how we contradict ourselves, even down to our very nature. Although in the world of men things are not as “black and white” as a philosopher might like, then again things are never as human’s might like. Within this world of gray sits exceptions to every rule yet for every stereotype there is a perfect example to fit it. Even when something is defined as “righteous” can it be an evil? Or can an evil be “good”?
These questions that are asked seem to not be asked enough. Maybe it’s due to the fears that have nothing to do with control, but with being wrong though even then it’s still a matter of control. Is this reality? Or is this all a dilution dreamed up by a very disturbed individual we being the characters in this person fantasy, or nightmare.
What if someone was born who had a nature of his or her own? What if reality was just what you made of it?”

The sun seemed to melt into the horizon. Burning the very fabric of the sky’s somber blue. Casting a raw beauty over the rough desert that is being covered up by civilization’s unreal hunger for land. The clouds seemed to blaze with desire to remain within the bliss of this light. Out of rarity and chance the sky’s opened their sorrow. Letting this covered desert know its pain. While also destroying the beauty from only a moment earlier. The plants delight and store this much-needed water. Animals scamper running away from the rising waters; snakes drown in their burrows. Humans sleep peacefully in their pleasant homes. Once the sun’s existence was snuffed out, if just for the night. The envoy of insanity would be waking soon. Adventure will not be a decent decryption of his journey.

The sound of pounding rain on my roof woke me from a restless slumber. Relieved from the land that dug into the depths of my soul. Sitting up scratching the side of my head, wondering how it came to rain in this place. Sure I’ve heard of rain, but in the city? No way. A fait whisper grazed my ears, but it’s meaning escaped me. Shaking it off like the memories of whatever I was dreaming. Standing up from the floor of a cluttered room, simultaneously wondering why I hated beds so much. Never really could keep a one-track mind. Always running through randomized threads of thought. The buzz of the box-fan next to me gradually lessened as my hand turned the dial. Again an unclear whisper grazed my ear, if I didn’t already know I was insane I’d be worried. Although maybe I should take those pills… never mind, those never did me any good. Nothing is left in this place for me, just a still house in a seething desert. Maybe I could go hunting again… nah not today. The stark cluttered room suddenly combusted into a strange purple flame before my eyes. Its consumption took everything but myself the flame felt cold as it surrounded me. Something felt like I should be afraid, but no feeling even resembling fear crept through me. That unclear whisper rang through my ears yet again. What is this? Have I lost my mind after these years of barely holding a grip with reality? The mirror was the only thing in the room beside myself not reduced to obsidian colored ash.
As I looked in to the mirror almost mesmerized by it normal depiction of my room. Since it clarified I was mad, but after looking closely at the me it depicted in its image the fist feeling I ever had that could be called fear arose. Sure the brown rugged un-kept hair, the black t-shirt and pants, and empty of expression eyes were accurate. The filed to a point teeth, skull tattoo on the forehead, and the consuming evil grin was different, not me.
That thing in the mirror took a step forward out of the mirror as if it was just a door. Then the alternate version of me dissolved in seconds into a pool of black water. With a life of it own the water sprung forward taking shape of a snake then forcing its way down my throat. An icy burning sensation carved through my body. The strangeness and pain caused me to buckle to the ground. At lest what should have been ground, the hiss of whirling. The sand that replaced my floor started to consume me, pulling me under. A feeling of content washed over me. Maybe I can finally rest, that thought would not last long. Falling into an abyss of nothingness, fear once again clawed into my chest. The whisper’s now clear as day “Help me”

The fall slowly stopped, disoriented and confused I found myself standing before a man whose malicious grin quick turning into a gape of surprise. I could feel the wet grass and leaves under my feet I’m defiantly not home anymore. The ragged foreboding man in front of me started to jeer,
“So this is what magic your capable of? Don’t make me laugh”
Confusion crept over my very bones, what is this madman talking about? A soft delicate female voice with a tone lacking emotion started speaking behind me
“This isn’t right, your not my familiar… damn it all, I’m out of luck”
The confusion seemed to only grow every moment as the three of us stood in silence. Finally the foreboding man broke the unbearable silence.
“Well, no move? Then I’ll just cut you down where you stand!” the man charged at me, unsheathing a sword. A feeling like burning embers washed over me, whispering live, she must live into my ears with a cold breath. The blade was just about to claim my head when out of instinct I ducked. A grin took over my face when I noticed his sheathed dagger just in my reach. Pulling the bloodied blade from his person, then slamming it up through the bottom of his jaw in an upward stab, warm crimson blood splashed on my black clothing.
Turning to the origin of the voice I just heard, an albino haired young lady got up then stomped towards me.
Still a bit shell shocked I stood there as she raised her hand slapping me a crossed my face
Then she howled, “Who the hell are you?”
Four trickles of blood flowed tepid down my cheek; a hypnotic stinging swirled around the minuscule wounds.
The girl voice rose again “Who are you?”
No words could come passed my lips. I figured this was real; otherwise I would have woken a long time ago. Yet still every fiber in my being would just not move.
“Who the hell am I? Who the hell do you think I am?”
The girl seemed to somber and lose her aggression. The focus of her eyes shifted to the ground.
“I would have no idea, you were supposed to be my familiar, a Xenoli’i… who ever you are, you could have costed me my life.” Her voice was extremely contrasted from earlier, it seemed to be plagued with uncertainty.
Thinking back, I wondered what could have caused this predicament, one moment I stood at home the next I was killing in defense within such a strange place.
My voice finally found the words to say
“I’m from a place much more uninteresting then this… forest. If anything, you would have caused my death. Be glad I even killed that creep. Would have so much easier to die back there” taking a drawn out sigh, I began walking in a random direction.
“Wait!” the albino haired girl yelped, “do you even know where you’re going?”
“Nope” I responded without even turning around.
Out the peripherals of my eyes the man that had or at lest should have died a moment earlier stood with a wild look in his right eye and a blank lifeless look in his other. What could have been called a gargle rang from his mouth covered in a crimson froth, before he charged half-mad towards me. Griping his sword tightly enough to cause his hands to bleed. The sight was enough to strangely cause an unwarranted laughter to rise from my throat. Bracing me myself to again take on this attacker, still cracking up with a batty grin.
The albino haired girl chanted in a strange language moments before the man reached me with his blade. The ground before me broke with skeletal hands clawing and pulling in the charging man. Within seconds the hands had completely pulled him underground, a bright obsidian light replacing the ground to it former state. Dazed from all that had happened in a short stint of time, my vision blurred. Collapsing to the ground my consciousness faded.