"This...it can't be, is this all my life amounted to,is all that i worked for going down the drain,all the sleepless nights,all the money spent to send me to college..."
The young man lay there batted and bruised,he appeared to be on death door,his body covered in blood,his clothes if you could call them were in sherds.Blood spill coating his black hair red.
"I can't even remember what happened,my minds all foggy...all I know is that "
He didn't get the chance to complete his statement he started coughing blood,his breathing become rasp by the minute,his dark eyes losing colour.He knew he was dying and that his dead was a slow and painful one at that.He had hoped he would get the pleasure of seeing his past but all his mind could come up with was an image, of himself his turn point,a version of himself that he never wanted to remember.
The image was grinning ear to ear as if this was something they saw coming,if the young man could move his limbs he would have flipped off his image.But he just lay there on the snow dying slowly.His consciousness was fading fast ,he had already formed a pool of blood his face fully covered
As he approached death he wanted to scream,shout at anything,hold on to something,shout what he was not going to die here not yet,he never made his parents proud,he never got his sister the new dress she wanted,he hadn't go out drinking with his best friend.
"And here I thought I had no regrets in life*cough*I guess...*cough* it's the little things that count in th*cough*e end"
The little spark in his eyes faded,the last of the embers burned out his life came to a pitiful close,or was it?
In the distance sirens could be heard approaching,but there efforts were futile he was gone,his soul had already left his body,his story had come to an end a pitiful one a at he himself admitted it in his final moments.
One would expect one who such a death would rest in peace,for he suffered before his death,but the universe had other ideas.His story was far from over in fact it hadn't even began.For if he knew what awaited him on the "other side" he would've never believed or would have fought more to keep himself alive.
In a plane far away from the scene,a plane of reality that none knew about,heard about or even thought about existed.In this plane of nothingness a spark or more accurately an orb floated about, illuminating the world, this orb was shinning radiantly if one were to look closer inside it a figure of a male could be seen faintly.But as quickly as the orb appeared so did it disappear, the plane once again returned to its original state, a plane that held nothing in it.
And at the depths of this plane a voice resonated
"It has began."The voice sounded neither male nor female,it was ancient one could even pinpoint it's source.
The crescent moon hung low, veiled by the drifting clouds.In a room illuminated only by the moonlight through the large window, partial open to let in cool air into the room.In said room a luxurious bed stud out , it was dark in colour it's frame was inlaid with golden accents , with powerful motifs of dragons.The bedding was luxurious too with rich crimson and black fabrics, featuring embroidered designs of flame and armour.A silhouette of a person is seen moving about under the sheets but all abruptly , the figure emerged holding his chest as though his life depended on it.
"What ...is going...on here?" the black haired young man asked himself catch his breath, this was not the scene he had expected , this was alien to him his eyes took a moment to adjust to the room lighting and when it did his lungs froze.
"Where the heck am i !"exclaimed the young man , his breathing started coming rasp , he was panicking to him nothing made sense, one moment he is on his death bed next his here , in a room he doesn't know about , his "own" voice shaking his core .His "own" body felt alien it carried power that he never had .
"Nothing makes sense," his voice coming out deep and shaky.As if the universe had heard enough of his naiveness to the situation.
"Aaaaaah," pain assaulted his head , he felt as though his skull was cracked open and tiny invisible needles stabbed his mind in all possible angles constantly, over and over again.His limbs were unresponsive, his red eyes weld up tears , he could have screamed if he wanted to but his vocal cords were unresponsive.
He show people he never show , show sceneries , felt all types of emotions joy, sadness, anger , regret , experience pain.He show,smelt,heard, touched and felt he lived a different live all together. When the pain subsided and moments later vanished living no remnants.One word slipped out of his mouth subconsciously.
"Alistair..."