CHAPTER 2 : crash landing
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"Normal speech"
'Thoughts'
"Death speaking"
Death Holds me not
Glowing orbs twinkle, spread out across the infinity,before disappearing, engulfed by a Darkness. They shine bright, in different colors of red and blue, green and yellow, white and black, and all the shades in-between. They are the only color in this desolate void.
But the Darkness is a real Darkness, not just the
absence of light or a pure blackness, but another
substance altogether, hovering, flowing across
eternity.
This is the place where you can stare into the abyss,and it truly will stare back.
There was an aberration in the abyss though, several in fact. Aberrations that have not been seen in this realm for hundreds of years, not that Time is a relevant dimension here.
The Darkness surrounds one such abnormality, a
book floating in the void, and gathers as close as it can. The brightest scarlet light shines through the mist, the Darkness swirls, and when it spreads again,
the journal has vanished. The Darkness moves on, and the abnormalities vanish, as fast as they may appear. It swallows all and sends them on, knowing that It has eternity in which to do so.
The last abnormalities, two men, hover in the void,faces obscured by the unreal shadows. The taller man is shaking, unable to find an escape. He struggles, but there is nowhere to go, nowhere to escape to. Within seconds, or maybe after a millennia, the Darkness swallows the first.
It tears into the scared, insane man, judging,
watching every little detail, every dirty secret, every gruesome murder. It stares into his soul, and finds it unworthy and unwhole. Split seven times into eight pieces, it is unstable and unique. This is new to the Darkness. Never in eternity, never in a million rebirths and reincarnations of the universe, has It seen a soul in eight pieces. The soul is only made up of seven pieces, and to have created eight is impossible. And yet, this monster had done it.
The Darkness stops swirling, and violently exits the body, leaving it limp and hanging. The man lifts his head one last time, and his face can be seen. In one moment, it is the handsome face of a teenager, and in the same moment, a snake-like monster. The faces both have one thing in common though, and that is
their eyes. Red as blood, and within them, the
essence of defeat. This the terrified stare of a man that knows his fate. What he sees is unique to him alone, but he has spent his life trying to escape from it.
The Darkness contracts around him, and when it
expands and moves away, the man is there no
longer. Only the light can be seen, moving with the Darkness. The deepest, darkest green.
The Darkness turns Its attention onto the next
anomaly,the eight soul piece of the first anomaly was partially merged with this one but he had ripped the soul piece out of the other but the soul piece took part of the other soul. It has an eternity more to wait,after all, and until then, It must continue Its job.
Having a meeting with death
Harry was falling, falling into the deep darkness of the Veil. He had been here forever, and and another eternity would pass before he reached the ground.
But there is no such thing as eternity, for one day,even Death must die.
Harry found himself lying curled up on the cold
ground. All he could feel was astonishment at still being alive, beyond the Veil, beyond the eternal fall.
He tried to open his eyes, but closed them back lights were to bright. There was a slow rhythmic rumble reverberating through the floor like a train was passing nearby.
Harry felt himself. All his limbs seem intact. His glasses were missing but he could see clearly. His shirt was in tatters with his trousers but his shoes was intact his sweet black modified timberland And more annoyingly. The sword of gryffindor was on his hip. It didn't feel right. He had brought it to demostrate the basilisk vemon to voldermort.
He subtly checked whether his wand was in his wrist holster before trying to open his eyes again,squinting against the glare. Blurry shapes began to emerge.
If he was somehow alive, than who knew what else would lie beyond the Veil. At the very least,Voldemort was in here with him. He would need his wand.
Suprisingly, he recognised this place. It looked
awfully like King's Cross, but everything was pure white, which did explain the blinding light. It was a lot cleaner and emptier, but that wasn't that hard to achieve.
The rhythmic thumping that sounded like a train was in fact, a train. Or rather, several trains. The
platforms repeated endlessly across the station, and at every few platforms was a train, with empty faced figures boarding but not exiting.
Harry might have to revise his statement on not
being dead. His astonishment was slowly being
replaced by a dull hopelessness.
The trains themselves stretched off into the distance along with the platforms, unending. The same office repeated every few hundred meters, with identical
white benches outside every one. None of the clocks had numbers, nor hands. Every platform number was the same. ∞. Infinity. No beginning, no end,simply always.
Outside the office nearest him sat a tall figure,
hooded in a dark cloak. Underneath the bench it sat upon was a whimpering 6year old child-like creature, for which Harry felt revulsion and at the same time, pity. It was curled up, seemingly trying not to touch its skin,where great raw patches lay, filled with seeping pus. And it looks a bit like him.
The figure above it stood from the bench, and Harry thought for one bizarre second that it might be Dumbledore for a split-second. It was tall, almost three meters, and stood almost as an old man might, tired and carefully.
When the figure turned to him, Harry saw it in closer detail. It looked a dementor,its face was gray and scabby , its mouth just a gaping hole. But unlike a dementor it had eyes. Bright blue eyes that stared into infinity. They were even deeper than snape black irises.
It started to glide towards him, but he didn't feel the temperature change. It covered the distance between them within seconds, harry fumbled for his wand stumbling back.
' Mortal.' It said, in deep tones
The voice reminded Harry of Professor Binn's voice, very old and slow. But not the sound of old parchment, like Binn's, but of the sound of dried skin, crackling off a skeleton's bones. He had never heard a Dementor talk. He always thought it would sound raspier.
'You have a choice. Life or Death.'
Harry tried to ignore the fact that the Dementor-thing didn't seem to have a tongue or voicebox, or was breathing. He instead tried to focus on actually finding out where he was. "Where...Where am I? Am I dead? And what are you?"
'This place is the void between realities, a place where you are neither alive nor dead. For the first time, for the first time in eternity, a mortal has the choice of which it will be. And what am I?
'I Am Death.'
Harry knew his jaw was flapping open. This was
Death! The Death! It was somehow, impossibly,
offering a way out, back to the land of the living.
Finally he closed his mouth and asked suspiciously. "Why are you giving me this choice, why am I so special?"
Death leaned foward and tapped Harry forehead with one long bony finger. The touch felt cold and impersonal.
'The shattered shard of a soul is attached to yours and has merged with your soul. The soul is never meant to be shattered only torn.'
Voldemort made a horcrux out of him? That's why the veil pulled him in!
The shattered piece, Death repeated, slowly
gesturing behind him at the pathetic curled creature,must be rejoined.
"And that will bring me back to life?" asked Harry uncertainly.
Death stared blankly at him.
The soul piece will be rejoined, regardless of your choice, mortal. The choice you are being given is between whether the shard is removed from you and joined to it, or removed from it and joined to you.
Harry was disgusted the thought of joining anything,let alone his soul, with that creature. "And if I remove the shard from myself?"
Then the shard will take half of your soul with it to join with the others. Said Death with finality.
"Oh." That pretty much summed up Harry's feelings at the moment. If he wanted to live, he would have to live with half a soul.
If you choose Life, than you will be sent to the
world of broken souls, until you reunite with
pieces of the soul to form a new soul.
"Ah". Harry said. The life choice seemed to be getting kind of worse. Maybe he could just choose to die. He would see his family again.
If you choose Death, you will pass on, and the
other mortal will travel to the land of broken souls.
"Wait a second," interrupted Harry. "You mean if I choose to die, Voldemort comes back to life?"
The other mortal will continue to exist,Yes.
"Well, fuck that." He said viciously. He couldn't just let Voldemort live after all that trouble. Who knew what chaos he would cause in the new world. "I'm choosing Life." Even if it meant merging with other souls.
Death gave him a deep nod, almost bowing. It turned,
and started to glide back towards the the black trains. Harry walked with him, trying to ignore the creepy face.
Before you reach your destination. You will be passing through the land of broken souls.
Harry turned his head to look at Death, but It had vanished. In Its place, a train had arrived silently at the platform. It was as black, in stark contrast to the rest of the station, and the doors opened up in front of him. He shrugged, and got on. What could he lose?
The doors closed, and the train started to move.
Where the train was going, he didn't know. But the sign above the door said one word.
Remnant.
A description or a name? For the destination or the passenger?
The train started moving towards a very large tunnel with floating white,red,blue orbs that were glowing like stars.
'The land of broken souls'. Harry thought still staring out the window when three orbs(two blue and one red) entered the cabin and entering into his body. Harry was silent as he comteplated his situation he just hope his potter's luck will pull him of this one almost safely.
The train was plunged into darkness, as if entering a tunnel. In the darkness, he closed his eyes and grew sleepier and sleepier. His mind grew fuzzy.
What was he doing? Where was he? Who was he?
Names hovered out of reach, glimpses of identities and lives. His memories were foggy, blurred beyond recognition, but he remembered a few things.
A street. An ordinary street. A cafe was on the
corner, the smell of fresh bread wafting out. It was nice and sunny, a beautiful day. He was getting bread for kyrie.
He turned, and suddenly time had passed, night had fallen. Now, the street was filled with people running,hiding, screaming. When some beasts appeared 'demons'. His mind supplied he had to save them.
His family was safe now. Karin , Yuzu and his father isshin. His friends were safe too , now he could die in peace. His death won't be invain.
Mount Glenn - vale.
Mountain Glenn was the kingdom of Vale's first
serious attempt at expansion. The kingdom
developed an elaborate underground metro system that allowed the settlers to commute to and from the main kingdom and the new territory, thus bypassing the danger of the Grimm, while also setting up an aggressive perimeter defense that worked for a short period of time, keeping the thousands of the city's residents safe in their new home.
However, Mountain Glenn did not boast the type of natural barriers Vale did, and as such Grimm attacks began to increase daily until inevitably they overwhelmed the city's defenses. These ever increasing attacks were partly due to the actions of Merlot Industries which worked to attract more Grimm for the purpose of experimentation.
In a last-ditch effort to stave off destruction, the
citizens of Mountain Glenn took refuge in the
tunnels they had initially cleared for their subways, converting them into an underground settlement and cutting themselves off from the surface entirely.
Unfortunately, this supposed safe haven was
eventually compromised when an explosion opened the mouth of another cavern filled with
subterranean Grimm. This left the town completely exposed and the remaining citizens beyond saving. With no other recourse, Vale sealed off the tunnels permanently, creating the world's largest tomb. The ruins of Mountain Glenn now stand as a dark reminder for history to see
The night time in mount glenn is always quiet apart from occasional grimms wandering about the ruins of the abandoned city but that was disrupted when a tear appeared in the sky and ball of fire slammed into a building.
"Boom"
Creating a large mushroom cloud of energy , before it receded back into the person in a newly formed crater forming a protecting dome around the sleeping figure protecting him till he wakes up.
But several blocks was cleared because of the explosion. But harry would not be harry if he didn't appear with a bang.
A/N so this end my prolouge chapters.
Chapter 3 will show harry struggle to accept his new form and beacon.
No flames please and expect chapter 3 next week. And the mount glenn explaination was taken from rwby wikia