In the beginning, there was darkness. Absolute darkness, total and all. There was only the dark and I.
I?
Who am I?
I wonder if that's important.
I wonder how I can wonder if I don't even know where I am?
Do I even exist?
I must exist… otherwise I wouldn't be able to think. But maybe non-existent things can still think. I don't know… I don't think anybody's ever asked them.
It's not just me and the dark anymore. There is somebody else there. I don't know who, what, why, but I do know that I am tied to them. As in, physically tied, if there is anything physical at all in this dark space. There's some sort of flow-y kind of bond that looks a little like stardust, linking me to that other one.
Me. Who am I? I think I already asked.
You are safe, came a Voice from nowhere.
Well, that's silly. Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be? We, I mean. Me and the Other One.
You will always be safe, the Voice said again. Again with that word, safe. What is safe?
How am I thinking if I don't know words?
You are One, the Voice said. You Two are One. You Two have work to complete, never ending work.
What work? What is work?
It is your duty, Young One. Your love, your sacrifice, they are your tools, and you are the Fixers of Worlds…
This is all very confusing. I don't understand.
The voice is gentle. You Two will fix what needs to be mended. This Universe, and all the Others… you will fix them. You two are the Fixers of Worlds.
What are Fixers? Why are We Fixers? Do We have a choice…?
You have already made that choice, Young One. The Voice is fading. Take the Other One with you. She is your Other Half. She completes you. Hold her tight.
I don't understand…!
You need not to understand, Young One, but accept. Now go, Fixers of Worlds, and fulfill your destiny!
Suddenly, it's not dark anymore. There is color and light, all and everywhere, all around Us. Words come to me: stars, galaxies, planets, life, miracle.
Death, destruction, ashes, emotion. It comes over me in waves, drowning me in a tsunami of feeling-all. I think I cry, but only one tear. The bond to the Other One pulls us close together.
She has substance. I gaze at her, as she shifts and changes constantly like she can't make up her mind. More words come: animal, human, love.
Sisters.
We are Sisters. We are Fixers. We fix. We mend. That is what we do.
I hold my Sister tightly as we fall into the stars.
This is the prologue for a multi-fandom series called Two Against The Universe. I put it in the Supernatural category to alert you all on the fact that I am going to publish a story in the Supernatural category, but not at this moment. If you want to get the basic gist of the story, I'm posting my first in the Puella Magi Madoka Magica section. After that, I am going to write a Doctor Who story, and then I have the idea for my Supernatural one.
Thanks for your patience and support!