Prologue: The Void
I am falling.
Falling for as long as I can remember.
I twist to my right, in the futile attempt to stretch my body. For the hundredth time, I fail. This strange tightness in my chest just doesn't go away. Not like I can find the reason for it anyway, I can't see any thing here, nor smell or even feel. Maybe there just isn't any thing to grab onto, but I dismiss that thought. Can't grab onto myself either. It's strange, like a void with no light, just emptiness, a chasm opened up into infinity.
I keep trying, I really dislike this tightness. It keeps bugging me. If only I knew why its there. I invert my self, falling belly down now. No wind, this feels unnatural, I can't remember a life other than this, yet it feels strange as if I should be in a different place.
Empty.
Quiet.
Why does it feel so weird if I have lived like this for what seems like eons? With no way of gauging time, even my inner clock has gone haywire, for all I know I could have only been here for seconds, yet it still feels like eternity.
A sword swings at my face; an all too familiar hand comes up to deflect the mortal blow that seems to be inevitable. Noises, grunting, yelling, the metallic sound of weapons smashing into each other and into living creatures, all seem to have a form like mine. The sword that was about to kill me seems to back away, as if a force pushed it away, probably that arm that seems to be attached to this body. A voice calls out that seems to stand out in the cacophony of noise, my view pans to a single creature. The features on his face seem to contort into agony, even though he seems to not be harmed whatsoever. Pain flares in my chest, the view dashes back to its original position. Someone, this being looks exactly like me, has grabbed onto me. Pain flares again in my chest, I look down unable to control any thing, a circular blade seems to have been lodged in there. Pain, the creature that called out my name seems to be running towards me, yelling a name that sounds frighteningly familiar. Pain. Darkness surrounds me again.
Madness. I have embraced it. As I have been falling in this desolate isolation for eternity, and so I have been cocooned in madness. Visions of moments, I presume fabricated by my mind, seem to flash constantly. A hand palms mine. I feel happy and content, completely drowned in happiness and joy for the mere moments before this rare vision disperses back into the void. Nothing seems real, built out of wispy smoke and dancing lights, sounds all dull and stale. Just as this horrible loneliness is a part of me, so are the visions. It's as if I am being pumped with memories of a life that feels horribly distant and ethereal, as if it's from another world.
I have relived that life, bits and pieces at a time, more than I can count. Never losing an ounce of emotion or feeling, no matter how long this madness continues. I am loved, scolded, hated. Pain seems to perforate through out that wretched immaterial life. I Am Killed.
A sword swings at my face.
I am falling.
So that's the intro hope you enjoyed, the author who I'm the beta for will have Ch.1 done sometime next week otherwise R&R