Damn, it's been like what? three or four years since I've last posted anything on this site. I'm pretty sure I've lost all follows on here which is like what? 2 or 3 people?
I don't really know, but anyway, this is my brand new story that I've been working on since...well since the release of volume 6 chapter 3. I would have posted this last week, but I've been spending the last 2 weeks finding someone from my small group of friends to proofread this over, and I am very much glad I have the patience because there were quite a few errors on my transcript, however, I am not that lucky and may still have some mistakes on here, but lucky me!
I have time and I'm going to take my time in updating this fic at a slow and steady pace, taking my time to read and review things from the show before putting it down on screen for this fanfic. Anyway, enough of me rambling, enjoy your fanfic and don't let me pester you with this A/N.
Chapter 0: Prelude
Long ago, before humanity was created, there were two deity brothers. One older and one younger, existed on Remnant, filling it with both life and destruction. The older brother produced water, plants and wildlife during the day, while at night, the younger brother would discover his sibling's creations and become disgusted. To counter his brother's creations, he caused drought, fire and famine. Yet life had a strong ability to endure, so the younger brother decided to create the creatures of Grimm. They designed them so that they would have an innate desire to destroy everything and anything.
Weary of feuding, the older god of life proposed that the two of them create one last thing together, a masterpiece they could both be proud of. The younger brother agreed and together they created a creature that was gifted with knowledge, creation, destruction and choice. Most important was the capability of choosing whether to use these gifts for light or dark. These creatures became known to be Humanity.
The gods lived amongst humanity with the brother of darkness bestowing the humans the gift of magic. However, the humans instead praised the god of light while the brother of darkness was left out. Only 2 people ever prayed for the god of darkness. A boy, too weak and sickly that he couldn't hurt a single thing, and a mourning woman who desired for her love to be brought back. The god of Darkness, happy to see people prayed to them, rewarded the boy, naught for coming to him for the desire to have a stronger body, but to thank him for giving humanity the gift of magic, and rewarded him something which allowed the boy to come back time and time again until the woman appeared. The young man fled to warn the god of light the moment the woman pleads to the god about her loss and watches in fear at the events that had happened next. The young woman, now cursed with immortality so long as the world turns until she learns her lessons about the importance of life and death...
"Why are you pacing around like that, child? that look on your face is akin to the time you discovered you were being poisoned by your own magic," The god of Darkness voice pointed out as the young man paced around in a circle near the pool of annihilation with his arms behind his back and staff being held in his right hand. "I know, but what I'm worried about is Salem, she-"
The young man couldn't finish as the god of darkness came out from his in his humanoid form. The God of Darkness appears as a slim-built male with curved, segmented horns that arc back over his head and curve upward to a point just over the back of his cranium. His form is a deep purple that seems to draw in surrounding light. His face is utterly devoid of features, though humanoid contours are present. "That pitiful woman? What could it be that she is doing aside from demanding things of others!?" He echoed, his voice creating a gust of wind which knocked the young man away, causing him to bounce off the ground and away from the god before his back hit the wall knocking the wind out of him.
"GAH!?" The young man cried in shock as he gasped for air, the Beowolves in the area noticed this and trailed closer to him, but the god of darkness waved his hand, causing the beowolves to halt their advance and ignore the young man's presence before proceeding to wander around the pool of annihilation.
"Apologies child, I forgot about how fragile you are, even to your own kind..." The god of darkness pitied while the young man held his staff up and used it to pull himself up to his feet with difficulty while the god extends his words. "Then again, despite your superior fragility amongst your kind, you make up for that fragileness with the blessing I gave you for your faith and thankfulness in me."
"And I'm very thankful for it, god of destruction," The young man agreed as he hefted himself up completely, before tottering towards the pool to continue his words. "But I must ask you to understand, what Salem plans to do is world-threatening in itself, I have seen what she has been doing and what she plans will damn this planet for an unseen duration."
"bah, that impertinent girl can deny her fate for all I care," The god sneered as he stands upon his pool and stares at the young man. "She dared to enter my domain and asked me to revive her "dearly departed" right after seeing my brother! If she wishes to do something world-threatening, she can do it however she wants for all I care because by the end of it all! she will be the only, one, LEFT!"
The young man knew what was about to happen and created a shield from his magic to protect him from the shockwave of the god's wrath. The barrier barely held up against the shockwave, as it was mostly broken and practically falling apart as the cracks widened slowly from the undetectable aftershock of the wrath. "Calm down before I die from your voice!" The young man fretted loudly in hopes that the god heard, to his joy, he did catch the young man's words and stowed his wrath, except his form, which has become draconian like. He appears as a large dragon, four-legged and two wings whose membranes are frayed and dotted with multiple holes in them, and even more ornately spiralled horns. His overall body is skeletal, with a face like a skull with empty eye sockets, and a row of bone-like spines that run the length of his body.
"I may not have heard what was going on when Salem visited you, but I understand your anger in being the second option. However, losing control of our emotions does nothing for the current predicament when she's rallying an army against you two."
Silence ensued the land as the god of darkness comprehended the young man's words before lifting one of his claws up and clenching it. "That impertinent, argute human, does she really think that we are unable to bestow a harsher punishment that we haven't already given her?"
He said as he outstretched his wings and prepared to head to his brother, but not before being stopped by the young man who waved his arms. "Please, please!" he interjected, garnering the god's attention. "Let me try and stop Salem before you two do something, I might be deedy enough to disband her army." The young man implored, but the god reared his head towards the boy and said.
"You?" He spoke as if he misheard his words. "You believe you have a chance at peacefully stopping a woman who is demanding things that would disrupt the natural order of the world? You have been passive for years, refusing to step into human matters like wars because you did not wish to be tricked into doing something you would regret, yet you desire to intervene an entire army and..."talk" them to stop following Salem?"
The young man sighed and dispelled his barrier to stand up completely and look at the god. "I intend to do so, however, if her army cannot be persuaded by words, then I will have to fight them until they refuse to rally with Salem any longer." He said as he turned away from the god and towards the exit of the god's domain.
"heed my words Boy!" the god of destruction said, making the young man stop at the top of the stairs to listen to the gods warning. "If you leave my domain, you will die a meaningless death in which none shall remember your vain attempt to stop Salem!"
"..." the boy said nothing aside from taking a ring out and move it around between his hand before moving it towards his face. "I know, but if I do nothing when I have the knowledge and power to stop her, I'll be no better than who I used to be, a weak and cowardly child who fled instead of telling his masters about the threat of death nearby."
The young man tosses the ring up as he walks before catching it in his hand and winces from the feeling while the god speaks one last time. "You may possess the power to stop an army, but your body will betray your will and succumb to its weakness, killing you before you can make a difference."
"...I know, that I'm willing to pay the blood price to make an impact on this world, one way...or another..." He ominously said before walking away from the land of darkness and towards Salem's army.
'because, whether my attempts are forgotten or not, I'm done playing the passive coward who lets others do as they please instead of doing something!' The young man chastised internally. He grabs and tucks the ring away, inside his pocket and leaves the land of darkness and makes his way towards Salem. "There can be no victory without sacrifices, and the sacrifices I must make will never be forgiven, and they should not be..."
Five days had passed by, and Salem's army slowly approaches the Domain of light until they were stopped by the young man who held his hand out and echoed the word "Halt!" across the area. When the army listened and stopped a certain distance from me. "Who here has amassed this number of people bearing arms and hostility towards our gods?"
No one answered him, but they did stand aside as a young woman with fair skin, pale blonde hair, and light blue eyes. She wore most of her hair down, with a small portion of it tied into a tiny bun that trails some of the hair down below it. Most of her bangs were tied back, aside from a large lock that framed her face to her left. She wore a white, sleeveless shirt with a raised, pale blue collar and a blue rhombus-shaped crystal on the upper chest. Her long, high-waisted skirt was white with a faint purple tint and a purple sash around the waist. For accessories, she wore gray, circular earrings and a pair of dull brown bracers, and her long fingernails were painted pale lilac.
"My name is Salem," Salem introduced. "I am the one who has made this army,"
'Salem...' The young man thought with narrowed eyes as his grip the sceptre tightened.
"Why have you led these people down this path, Salem?" He questioned, gesturing to the army with his left hand, while he kept his weapon raised and close to his own body defensively. "Unless this army is an army of the dead wishing to enter the afterlife, I find this sight rather worrying."
The young man asked, but Salem didn't answer and instead asked. "Tell me, young man, have you ever experienced loss? watched people you love leave this world in front of your eyes?" Flashes of memories went through the child's mind as he recalled horrible memories of his treacherous reticence and the fall of a family. His face scrunched up slightly as a scowl and glare formed on his face, Salem took noticed and felt pity. "I know that face and emotions...those are of grief and loss, you lost someone haven't you?"
The young man inhaled loudly before exhaling, his body visibly shaking as he listened to her words. "Yes...I have witnessed the loss of a loved one like you have Salem..." He confirmed getting a look of surprise from her as she slowly approached him. "Then perhaps we have the same future then? we can work together to make a world without grief or loss, a world in which no one has to watch their loved ones die as we have, I can tell you are powerful, if you help us, we can rid ourselves of our old masters who have denied our pleas and make a world where-"
"We do not have to watch our loved ones die?" He finished, tilting his head slightly as Salem smiled.
"Yes, if we take the gods powers, we can bring our loved ones back and-"
"Live in an eternally happy world where negativity doesn't exist..."
The tone, the young man said those words in, it was chilling and empty as if all forms of hope and power was eviscerated. Some of the members of the army took a few steps back as Salem simply stared at the young man whose eyes were filled with pity and anger. "I had the same desire you had before, except it will only lead you all to ruin, life and death exist for a reason Salem so let. Ozma. Rest..."
Salem grew infuriated at his words and magic appeared around her as lightning engulfed her hands. "HOW DARE YO-" Salem couldn't finish her sentance when the young man lifted slammed the bottom of his sceptre on the ground, creating a loud "pang" sound, which echoed across the air.
"I shall only say this once humans if you follow this woman and pass this line," He said as he pointed his Sceptre at the ground in front of Salem and drew a line. "I do not want to have to kill you all, but I shall if you follow her." He said in a tone that seemed to counter his words. Salem became furious while the young man merely pointed his sceptre against Salem as she began walking past the line before the young man fired a beam of magic at her.
Salem's eyes grew wide in shock and returned a beam of her own at the young man, creating a clash of energy, both equal to each other. The army was unsure of what to do until someone decided to support her and fired off a cluster of magic balls, going around Salem and the beam and at the man who witnessed it and stopped his attack to dodge back, being struck by the shockwave of the magic which somehow blasted him across the road instead of pushing him back.
"What?" Salem asked as she wondered why he was pushed back by a weak spell like that.
The young man groaned and pushed himself back up coughing. "Well, if you want to fight me and not cross that line then so be it, but I warned you all..." He said as he got up and waved the top of his Sceptre in a circle, creating six red orbs of magic before thrusting his left hand forward with an open palm.
Salem new what he was going to do and yelled at the army to protect themselves as the orbs flew at them in a spiral shape. Salem and her army didn't want to take their chances and fired magic at the young man's magic. The young man witnessed this and snapped his fingers, causing each orb that is currently flying to scatter into six more. That startled Salem's army at the degree of skill and timing and desperately attempted to stop the attack, their attacks, however, proved too weak against the young man's and dozens of lives were extinguished in the various explosions of his attacks.
The young man panted at the quick amount of movement he performed and kept his weapon aimed at Salem. "Last warning or I shall make you all regret crossing me!" He shouted out, but his threat proved useless when Salem said something to her army and watched as they let out a battle cry and throw their magic at him. "I warned you all..." He darkly spoke as He watched the magic fly at him before countering it with his own. A large beam of magic was then shout out of the staff, towards the incoming magic but then scattered, colliding with every spell, creating a thick smokescreen, blocking both parties of each other.
"Where is he?" Salem asked but got her answer in the form of a magical beam impaling her through her chest, leaving a large hole in her chest. Salem looked shocked by this as did the rest of her army, but didn't have time to react as a barrage of ice spears came through the smoke and begun killing many soldiers of the three united kingdoms.
Eventually, Salem healed and got back up, only to be impaled by an ice spear through her abdomen, she let out a cry of pain as she was struck down once more and watched as the young man walked out of the smoke screen with a multitude of spells hovering around him. However, he seemed paler and more exhausted as he sent wave after waves of Spells at the army, killing them by the dozens until Salem managed to free herself and begin countering his magic with great difficulty as his ability with it seems far superior to that of Salem's.
"How?" She asked as she threw a bolt of lightning up to cancel the young man's lightning, but the power behind it caused it to scatter and hit others instead. "How are you this powerful!?" She exclaimed, watching as the young man held his hand out and extracted multiple flaming wisps which hovered around him.
"Because you are not the only human who has garnered the attention of the gods." He said as the wisps became superheated and fired a concentrated beam of energy at another dozen Soldiers, adding them on to another pile of corpses that now encompass the road to the domain of light. The grass which was once golden was now painted a deep red, the once sweet smell of lavender in the air was now putrid and filled with the stench of cooked flesh.
Salem looked absolutely shocked at the young man's words, then that shock transformed into both confusion and anger as she shouted. "Then why are you stopping us!?" She shouted. "You know what monsters they are, so why?"
The young man lets out a contempt sigh and shook his head in disappointment before shooting another wave of magic to counter her armies after saying, "Because, I at least understand the importance o-AGH!" He screamed as extreme pain exploded from the back of his right shoulder. The magic in question dissipated from the pain and the young man watched a barrage of spells fired forth at him. His eyes widened as he knew he couldn't counter it without hurting himself and thus smashed his staff against the ground, creating a magical barrier and braced himself for the numerous explosions which struck his shield hard, placing numerous cracks on it, not from the power but the sheer number of people attacking him.
'Damn!' The young man thought with a wince as his barrier shook. 'I ended up getting distracted by Salem that I failed to notice the sneak attack aimed at my back!' The barrier let out another shake as more cracks began to appear, and the young man knew that if he didn't make a move soon, he would fail to stop the eventual end.
The young man gritted his teeth as he looked over his injured shoulder to see some of the cloth be burned off, exposing his singed skin which is burnt, however, he was able to catch sight of who struck him with magic. "I need to make a new plan fast before I die." The young man coughed as the toll of using a large quantity of magic was beginning to take its toll on his body.
The young man allowed everyone to stop attacking and watched as the barrier continues to emit cracking sounds, the dust from all the explosions and impacts has encompassed the young man, leaving him hidden and blinded. However, the young man dropped his barrier and swiftly raised his weapon above the smoke and created a bright light blinding everyone looking at the smoke excluding the young man. Taking his chance, he propelled himself towards his sneak attackers and grabbed the top of his weapon and pulled it, separating the top of the staff from the rest, revealing a long blade from within. The young man then outstretched his sword arm and coated the blade with wind magic before swinging it and generating a razor blade which travelled through the air and strikes his targets down, killing them before he rotated his whole body mid-air and replaced the wind on his sword with flames.
The young man slowly began to descend to the spot where he just killed his enemies and spun on one foot, swinging his weapon, torching some enemies who arrived there recently to death. The screams that emanated from their mouths as they died; Alerted Salem of where the young man is and threw a beam of magic at him, resulting in his footing being destroyed, forcing the young man into a tumble down to the ground before he managed to blast himself away from the rubble that was built up with the wind. However, the pain he suffered from the fall, should usually be non-existent to others is extremely painful to him as the young man's body screams in agony from standing tall after falling a short distance from a steep slope which forced his body to lock up briefly.
Salem saw this as an opening and blasted fire his way along with the others throwing their elemental spells, the young man took note of a few arrows coming his way and slash the ground in front of him in a wide arc resulting in large spikes of ice to appear from underneath, temporarily creating a large castle shape wall. When he did that, he continued his momentum and swung his blade, shooting a fireball out from the tip which arced around the barrier and exploded against someone or a spell. He then continued and let his weapon strike the air above him, shooting a large concentration of lightning above arcing above the barrier and down at the army which struck true as the agonized cries of pain sing along with the electrical explosion of my spell.
'Learn some sense, people,' he thought haggardly as the toll was getting worse. 'I have killed hundreds of your men already, what did she even say to get these people to fight against these odds?'
The young man wasn't able to get his answer on that question, but he did get a cut going vertically from the right side of his chin up past his right eye and ending at his upper forehead. His answer to what he saw was an attack and severe pain that made him cry out as he clutched his eye. 'PAIN, PAIN, PAIN, PAIN, PAIN!' the words screamed in his head as he agonized over his wound, dropping his weapons at the same time as he fell to the ground clutching his bleeding face watching the blood drip to the ground with a splat with his one eye which also sees an arrow embedded on the ground.
The moment he saw the arrow, the young man immediately began rolling to the side, grabbing and sheathing his sword back in the sceptre as a barrage of arrows hit the area he was on. 'that was way too close for any comfort.' The young man thought as he gasped getting back up and held his sceptre above his head and focused on the ice wall which is now a few feet farther away from him. He slowly let his hand go away from his eye flinching every now and then as the air brushes against the wound before having a sharp intake of air as he slowly opens his eye. When he did, his right vision was bloody and blurry, but his functioning eye did notice some ice pillars missing and the ones blocking the path having cracked.
'The royalty from the three families have not even arrived, and I am already in this condition,' He thought as he held his sceptre out and began creating a fireball which is generating intense heat. The heat slowly grew stronger as he pumped magic in it and watched his barrier continue to crack. 'The moment the barrier breaks, I fire this at them and let the explosion push them back from my glade.' I thought as I continued to pump magic in there all while I feel my body slowly killing itself from the stress of my magic being used.
The barrier did break, and the young man did release his fireball, watching it fly at the masses and barely saw Salem yell something before being struck, however, an arrow flew past his attack, catching fire along the way and bury itself deep in the young man's shoulder before going all the way through. The young man gasped in shock as he got another injury and his eyes rapidly flew about, trying to find the source, only to see a large burly man, who is bald with a braided beard, swinging a sword at him with the intent to kill. The young man dodged this and fired a blast of magic to kill him, however, he was protected by a barrier of magic which stopped his attack but left the barrier-breaking apart.
"That beard...you must be the king of- !" He couldn't say anymore as a woman with an ornate crown appeared from the sides, surprising him before having his body engulfed by a large beam of magic. However, when the attack was finished, his body was covered in a barrier that was completely intact. "That regal appearance! You must be the queen...however, your magic is not as strong as Salem which is a relief to me." The young man said as he kept his barrier up. "I wish to speak to you 2 about the choice you are making-" He couldn't finish as Salem blasted his barrier, pushing him back completely. "...Okay, I need you to be GONE!" The young man roared as he jumped and spun his body sideways, swinging his sceptre and releasing a slow magical attack that ripped the ground up but was powerful enough to knock people to the ground from the force even if they dodged to the side.
The young man glared at the king and queen, before creating a gust of wind behind him which garnered a yelped followed by a thud.
"Why do you all wish to try and overthrow the gods?" The young man asked as he swapped places with whoever tried to attack him from behind, which was now confirmed to have been the old king.
"So we can live in a world where no one has to die, where we don't have to see our loved ones die! And where we can lead our kingdoms forever!" The old king answered.
"How do you plan to do so?" The young man couldn't help but ask as he kept a watchful eye for anything off. The ring in his pocket seemed to call to him. 'I'm nearly at the end of the line, none of them seem keen on listening to me and giving up,' the young man thought as Salem walked behind the rulers with a glare directed at me. 'I'll have no choice but to pay the blood price just to do something.'
"If we do as Salem says, we will be granted immortality, be able to lead our kingdoms without worry of the next generations mistakes. We will be eternally happy if we become immortal like her..."
When the old king said that the other 2 royals prepared to attack the young man as he interprets his words before gritting his teeth. "Do you all not realize what the consequences of your actions will lead to!" He yelled as he took a step forward, ignoring the pain in his leg as he stomped the ground. "If you go attack the gods, there will be repercussions that will impact the world itself!"
The rulers looked uncertain, letting the words the young man said enter their heads as they hesitated to attack him. "Ignore him, your majesties, he is but a thief and traitor who wishes to keep the gifts he received from the gods all to himself. I know it myself since he said so himself." Salem said as the kings and queen looked at the young man for confirmation of her claims, his silence made them angry since he could not refute her statement. "How dare you try and deceive us with what consequences could be!" The bearded king roared as He dashed at the young man who raised his sceptre to make a shield, but 2 powerful attacks from the queen and Salem cracked his barrier, allowing for the warrior king to swing his sword, breaking the young man's barrier and slamming his weapon into bis sceptre, followed by him. The impact was too powerful causing a sickening crack echoed through the battlefield as the young man bounced off the ground before holding his the side of his chest and puking up blood. His remaining eyes vision was slowly turning red, and his hearing was ringing painfully. The other rulers signalled their army, and they continued their march towards the domain of light all the while, the young man dragged himself farther down the path and slowly got up and faced them again. "No one shall pass me," The young man said as Salem scowled.
"Why can't you just die already!?" She yelled as she fired lightning at the young man, which hit true, electrifying him and sending him flying further down the path.
"Because I wanted to save you, Salem..." The young man said making Salem recoil in complete shock at the unexpected words, all the while the young man took out the ring which he kept hidden. "I made a vow to Ozma as a kid, when I have the power, I will come and save the world, and save the one he values..." The young man's sceptre fell clattering to the ground as he his right hand opened up.
"Those are lies, don't try and make me fall for your words, Traitor!" Salem seethed as she prepares another attack, all while the young man lets out a soft bloodied smile.
"I wasn't lying when I said that," He expressed as he puts the ring on. "I really wanted you to be happy, but I guess it can never be with your spiteful hate for the gods." The Lines on the ring glows as Salem charges, the young man shed a single tear. "And you got my name wrong, then again, I never properly told you it so I'll say it. My name is-"
The world around the armies and the young man exploded with magic and Grimm...
The blood price has been paid...
The army eventually reached the Lake of youth where the light god is already present with his younger brother. Salem's army previously held 900,000 soldiers, but after the last battle against the "Traitor" to get here, they were destroyed to a measly 90. Almost everyone was in despair from what happened, but it was eventually replaced with hesitation as they stood before the 2 deity brothers. 'How can we fight those 2 when just one person killed so many of us?' or, 'this is madness, just one boy did this much damage? How can any of us fight a god?!'
The negativity in the air was devastating, yet the army still stood with Salem as The light god asks. "What has happened to all of you? and who has led you down this path?" He asked the humans who all parted, frightfully as Salem staggered forward in a mess as she has multiple tears in her clothing which was now bloodied up, she held something in her hands. She walked past the rulers and tossed what she was holding in her hands between the 2 gods who ignored her glare to look at the ring. The god of darkness took one glance at the ring before rearing his head at Salem wrathfully. "YOU!" he roared as his maw opened up.
In response, Salem launches a magical attack, and the warriors follow suit. The barrage of attacks flies at the god of darkness who catches them all in his hand, absorbing them into a sphere of purple energy making everyone reel back in shock and terror. The god of darkness paused for a second before examining the energy sphere. "My own gift to them... used against me."
The God of Light looks away in disappointment as the God of Darkness squeezes the sphere within his hand, creating a massive shockwave that envelops the world, smiting everything and everyone in its path. Only Salem remains due to her immortality.
"No...no..." She groaned, attempting to get up, only to be knocked back when the God of Darkness stomps his foot in the ground and growled. "You thought there was no greater punishment we could bestow upon you?"
Salem stood up and retaliated with. "I'll come back. I'll tell the rest of the world of this massacre! Build a new army!"
"You do not understand. There is no one left. You are all that remains of humanity." The god of Darkness countered as Salem's expression slowly turns shocked at this revelation.
"This planet was a beautiful experiment, but it is merely a remnant of what it once was. We will learn from this failure. I hope that you will learn from yours." The God of Light expresses in a sombered tone as he disappears into a bright light of dust as Salem before she begins walking toward him, shouting. "No! You can't leave! You can't leave! COME BACK!" She then came to a stop the moment he vanished, leaving her with the god of Darkness.
"Still demanding things of your creators..." The God of Darkness mocked as he discretely took the bloodied ring and disappeared into a beam of purple light that shoots up into the sky and out of the atmosphere. In the process, the moon is shattered. Moon fragments rain down like meteors back onto the planet's surface. Salem falls to her knees and lets out a scream of despair that is muted out by the crashing meteors crashing into her, silencing her cries of despair.
At that day, the gods have left Remnant and the Ring of the Traitor with them too...
Metal machinations move on a black road. An ominous and cloud covered sky covers the horizon. A reflective surface attached on the side of the metal machination as well as connected to the wood on his face. The reflective surface is cool to the touch. A shake occurs, panic strewn in the metal object, people are worried. The metal object shakes. He looks through the reflective surface, another metal object with a black reflective surface crashes into him. Pain everywhere, shards of the reflective surface in his body, vision is blurry yet focused, the bottom of this body feels wet yet warm. Mouth tastes like blood and dirt. Body is bending in wrong directions, fires surrounding him, people screaming. 2 birds flying above, one black, one white. Vision is getting strange, everything is turning to a black static with the outline of everything becoming a white static. Sound disappearing, everything becoming quiet slowly. No death, no death. Black and white view of everything in static, becoming blurry. Movement? White static reaching out yet perceives nothing. The sense of feeling is gone then like the others. Feels empty. A ringing chorus occurs followed by the void of Death's embracing…
'I don't want to die...'
Man oh man, that was one heck of a chapter so far, also, everything that happened so far in the chapter, excluding these outside words from the top and here is 6k words, all in itself, it was hard, trying to do it with little mistakes, but in the end, I managed to succeed!
also, the bottom of the chapter with the whole machinations and death, that was originally meant to be align left, but this is much better, so I'll take what I can keep. Caio, now to work on chapter 2.
