A/N: This is not a self-insert. All will be revealed in time ^-^
It all started the day my mother passed away. Suicide. Overdose. At least that's what the medics said. I never got to see her body, never got to attend her funeral, before I was ripped from my life and forced into a new one.
My father took me away from that house. He acted differently, but I said nothing, he must have been still reeling from her death as well. We left to find a peaceful place to mourn for the day, we walked through the nearby woods. Nature always cleared my mind, calmed me from the sorrow that weighted on my soul.
I cried and cried, and walked as I cried not caring for where I went. My father kept his distance, but kept an eye on me none the less. Until I stumbled across a small grove with a single statue of a wolf standing tall and proud in the middle, its sharp blackened fangs protruded from its open mouth which clutched a spherical ball. Engravings of a language I did not recognize were carved deep into the base.
When the wonder wore off me, I looked around to find my father was gone, he had vanished. I called out to him to no avail. Panic set in not long after. I had just lost my mother, I couldn't lose my father too.
I wanted to search for him, retrace my steps. But an unknown compulsion seeped through my actions, and I stayed. I looked upon the statue. Unanswered questions arose and died on my lips like ghosts. How did this statue get here? Why was is here? Who put it here?
But the question that shouted above all others was one that I would not normally ask. What secrets does it hold? I wondered.
I got closer, and the closer I got my worry and panic from my father's disappearance dissipated. It dissipated because for the moment I forgot my love for him, for anyone. My life, the essence of who I was, was gone in that moment. The only thing that remained in my mind was to touch the markings.
I reached my destination in a haze, and just before I reached out with veiled fingertips to glide across the foreign symbols, hot breath whispered into my ear, "Fen'Harel isala na elgar. Ir abelas, emm'asha."
My long jet black hair fell from its resting place behind my ears, as though trying to protect them from the man. I tried with all my strength to turn and face the stranger, but I couldn't. I was no longer in control.
A bright blue light surged from within me, it lifted me until I was eye to eye with the wolf. To my terror it came to life. Involuntarily my hands reached out. The wolf stood up and bowed its head releasing the sphere into my hands. All was still for a second, before a blinding explosion of light enveloped my body.
IXI
I never lost conscious, I saw, felt, my body shift between worlds. People, places, events that I didn't understand sped past my eyes. These images stuck in my mind, filling my brain with the history of a world I didn't belong in.
I didn't know how much time had passed before everything started to slow down, until it came to a stop. One image, behind a transparent curtain, was standing before my dizzied eyes: A horrible creature made of construed flesh held up an orb, "Keep the sacrifice still," it said. An elderly woman was restrained by pillars of light, she was the sacrifice. "Someone! Help me!" Her thick french accent was coated in fear.
I looked down into my own hands, the same orb was resting in my palms. Suddenly my heart started beating again with a fury. I could help her! I thought. I charged through the curtain and into the image. When I emerged it was no longer an image, it was my world.
I ran up to the creature and activated my sphere. Everything went crazy after that. The creature screamed and dropped the orb as though it was white-hot. The orb rolled across the room towards me, and as it rolled towards me, my own orb shot out of my hands and back through the invisible curtain I had come through. I jumped on top of the creature's orb and shielded it with my hands.
The creature screamed in fury, but it was too late. I exploded, or more accurately, the orb did. And once again my body was ripped from this world by a lime green light, although this time it was much more painful. I screamed at the pain that needled through my body, like a worm harvesting a corpse.
This time I did not keep my eyes open, I couldn't. My brain had taken enough of a beating. I never even had the time to stop and ask myself: What the hell is going on?
I woke with my head screeching, but when I looked behind me I realized it was not my own mind but an army of giant spiders. Spiders.
I forced my sore and tired body to rise once again, I crawled and struggled but I made it to my feet, and then I ran. I hit a wall not soon after, my only choice was to climb, so I did.
A faint voice cried out from the top of the wall, and a glowing hand reached out to me. Our fingertips were so close, I was so close to safety. I made another effort and pushed myself forward, she grabbed a strong hold of my arm, and helped pull me up. Even after reaching the top we were still in danger, the screeches could be heard following us close behind.
"Run!" I yelled above the chaos. I pulled the woman towards the portal.
"Leave me! Go without me!" The woman wrenched her grasp out of mine.
"I won't leave you!" Too late. She had been taken, her body was flung over and across the cliff. I didn't have any time to look back, the spiders had reached the top. I wiped away my tears and ran into the portal.
It was all like a dream. Elements changed, and I just accepted them, taking those changes in as natural. But when I finally came into a clear conscious, I would question myself deeply on the nature of this world and how I came to be in it.
