In the beginning, I was alone.
It started with pain. My very existence was a ripping, shredding, excruciating thing. I was torn from the cloud of the unconscious into life, and it was wholly awful in every way. I could not make a sound, I could not see. I only suddenly felt, and then I was falling.
What's... What's happening to me? Falling, falling into darkness, I thought. I was utterly alone, and for me to feel this way led me to believe I must not have always been so. Something was missing. Something important was missing. I fell in the darkness this way for some time, gripped by fear. Shadows did not swirl around me as I passed through. It was a still, utterly motionless, pitch black place.
After the initial shock and displacement of my birth settled into an aching, but tedious, sensation, I stopped falling. My feet met gently with a hard surface, as if I had not been falling before, but floating. Then, gravity rushed over me, and I collapsed on this surface. It was freezing to the touch, but the thought of trying to stand in the darkness was too daunting. Crawling on my hands and knees, both growing numb with cold, I steadily moved in one direction. I didn't know what I was searching for, only that I was searching. Something important.
I progressed this way, crawling, and crawling, and crawling. I learned that the darkness was indeed vast. My hands groped for something, anything at all, just something to give me an idea of where I could be or even why. Only the frigid smooth ground met my fingertips. I wanted very badly to give up and just stop moving, for all my progress seemed pointless, and yet giving up was so foreign a concept to me. I felt disgust at the mere idea. So, I continued on, despair clinging to me like a parasitic shroud, sucking the purpose and life out of me with every inch I moved forward.
It seemed as though the longer I spent in the dark Ether, the more hopeless I felt. It couldn't have been long before I felt salty tears roll down my cheeks, and though I still could not see, bringing a hand up to paw at my own face confirmed that I had started crying. The darkness was oppressive, crowding in all around me with its impressive density. I can't explain why, or how I came to this conclusion, but I knew then that I was certainly trapped, and that there was no escape, and that the darkness would soon engulf me, leaving nothing behind.
As soon as I felt all this... then he appeared.
It was as if a beam of light cut through the heavy darkness, pushing it back and away from me, making its looming presence break apart scatter like roaches. Suddenly I could look down at myself and see; all pale and white and trembling. An intoxicating floral smell wafted over me, like a blanket of security and warmth, and my gaze snapped up to a most impressive sight.
A tall imposing figure stood before me, cloaked in the very same inky-black that had moments ago spelled out my demise, though in that moment I felt no fear. Only relief. Then he spoke, with deep toned authority and grace, and it was like God himself had opened up the heavens to lean down and address me directly.
"Ah, there you are, my dear," he mused. "It seems you've traveled quite far." He knelt down to my hunched form, and held out a hand. An offering, an escape, an answer. A resolution.
I took it gratefully, and he helped me stand on quivering legs, and he led me into Oblivion.
heya folks, Gem here! anyways heres a little doc i found gathering dust in my folders. i started it like, 2 years ago and only vaguely remember what i was going for, but i saw an opportunity to take what i had and run with it. IMPORTANT NOTES: there will be mentions of slash, probably gratuitous femslash, and this entire thing is going to run off of mainly guesswork, headcanons, and probably a tiny dash of Blatant Disregard for Actual Canon. future chapters will be longer, as this is meant to be only a prologue. chapters may vacillate between POVs. i hate writing in first person, but i love writing namines POV so what can u do lol. this will most likely never be beta read, so yall pointing out mistakes would help a lot. i am only a small trash child, in a world full of awesome talent and greatness. i thank thee for your time, and stay tuned! 3