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"Wake up… It is not your time yet."
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"So you now understand… this world is destined to tear itself apart… as long as beings remain with consciousness, despair and sorrow will always be inevitable… Humans, Monsters, Gods, mammals, it hardly matters… those with personal thoughts, are destined to be... "
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"Awaken now…"
That was the last thing he remembered before waking up.
Who is he? A child, aged 11, adorned in raggedy old clothing, all colored teal except for the reds that one couldn't make out within his current place of rest, not even himself.
Currently, said child was on the ground, gently moaning in pain as he tries to push himself off the ground beneath him. Once finally getting to his feet, the child tries to get his bearings within this unfamiliar area.
As for where this child lies, it is rather hard to describe. A pitch black area, desolate, cold, where even the very plant life surrounding the waking lad is wilted and unfed, colored an ugly brown color from lack of any real sunlight, the brief light shining down from the ceiling above way too far away to really do anything to help those in need of it.
Upon looking around, the child was confused at the sights, or lack thereof, as almost all directions seem to lead to the same place. An all consuming void of blackness, the fate of whatever and whoever would walk through it being left unknown. The one direction not within this all consuming void would be to the east, a dark purple pillar adorned doorway inviting to whatever unknown paradigms it may lead into.
Despite having his waypath being made for him, the child has yet to move from the area in which he woke up from slumber. The reason being the indescribable pain he was in. All of his body felt as though it would fall off upon the slightest influence in movement. The only exception to this happened to be his legs, in which the boy could not feel anything within, even in spite of standing in place.
However, through sheer willpower, survival instinct, or simple determination, the boy found his legs moving in the one direction he could go toward, his future left in the fog of destiny.
Moving through the doorway revealed itself to be a hall of the same sort of architecture, purple shaded stone, pillars, and murals coming together to make up ruins. Or so it had at one point, as most set pieces appeared to be in a state of disrepair, stones crumbled and shattered, plant life taking back the areas where they once ruled at a much earlier time. The sounds of the area were practically nonexistent, the only things the boy was able to hear being his footsteps and another sound, very distant from where the young lad was currently roaming, having the hairs on the back of the boy's head standing tall and alarmed.
Going further down this all, it soon revealed a small, rectangular window. Looking through it revealed a rather distant landscape of a grand city, all created from that same colored composition. Such a grand looking town was most likely a marvelous spectacle, one to look upon and be mesmerized by its sheer beauty.
Whatever it may have been, it's far from that point now. Though still keeping it's large and wide in it's appearance, it's buildings and it's monuments have long since been dilapidated, now only looking like the very scenery the teal ragged boy had gone through.
Such a sight is rather disheartening.
A shrill noise from the west broke the boy's attention from the sight. The sound in question sounding like a mix of a squeal and a siren, and the grunts of whatever it may be only seems to only gain more and more as it presumably gets closer.
Upon trying to turn his eyes towards the source of the noise, he can only really make out white specs on the thing, the rest being covered by his nose.
The boy's fight or flight instincts kick in from the assumed threat, as he chooses the latter option and takes to his feet, hearing several steps follow behind him right behind him.
He hardly had the time to take in any more sights while running from his pursuer, which was grunting hungrily at the sight of its next victim. The only time the boy could pay any attention to his surroundings was when he had to go up a very large and wide staircase.
After running for who knows how long, the boy eventually ran into a dead end to his path. A doorway to a bridge to the demolished city, that now longer has a usable bridge, the only evidence of it being the small spire poking a few feet from the doorway the young boy is standing at.
With nowhere to run, the creature gaining on the child at a rather alarming rate, the boy has no choice but to back up towards the tip of the horizontal spire poking from the doorway.
Eventually, the creature arrives at the doorway. Though the only thing on it that was visible from where the boy was being it's piercing white eyes, seeming to stare at its prey like a cat cornering a mouse. And for the next few moments, the thing only stared the boy down, seeming to take joy in his fear.
Bracing himself for the worst, the boy tries to close his eyes to spare himself the sight. But before the abominable thing could pounce on his prey, a sudden cracking sounded out, and before he knew what happened next, the boy was falling once again towards the ground.
From one danger to another, it seemed the boy's tale had ended before it even started.
Then everything went black...