Chapter Two: Among The Living.
"So, there I was in a never-ending dimension when the fabric of that reality was ripped open and a
good looking young man came through the portal."
"Hello warrior, my name is Orak. I was a pupil of the The Old Ones and am therefore one of the
most powerful sorcerers in the Galaxy. I have searched a lifetime for you. I have come to grant you
your most desired wish. Soon you shall walk among the living." Orak waited for the king to digest
his proposal. "You mean I can live again. Impossible. No Being has that power." Orak looked as if
he awaited this reaction from the fallen one. "Oh, did I forget to mention The Old Ones were my
teachers? I have the power needed to accomplish such miracles, but there is a price you have to
pay..." The king looked suspiciously at the sorcerer. Orak wore nothing but a cloth around his waist.
He had smooth blue skin and eyes without pupils. Orak noticed the defeated soldier staring at his
pale white eyes and said, "You know, if you looked close enough in my eyes you would see the
captured souls of my enemies."
"What price do I have to pay?" The king asked. "Hhhmm, well to transport you back into the realm
of the living I would have to use a lot of my power but also a lot of yours. Which means you would
be nothing more than a simple mortal. Well, you would be almost a mortal. You won't age as fast
as them and you might have enough power in materialising a coin but that's it."
"I see. In order to walk among them I have to become one of them. Why should I? I was in their
realm and failed. My place is here." Orak laid his hand on the dead one's shoulder. "Hey, everybody
deserves a second chance. Don't you want to see Sailor Moon die? feel her blood between your
fingers?, watch her soul being dragged to the place you are in now?"
"How do you know about Sailor Moon?"
Orak looked nervously around the crowded space. "Damn, they know I'm here. Look warrior, I'll
explain later. I'm running out of time. Decide now"
"Ok I'll do it. Let me live again." Orak smiled as if he were a lion about to pounce on his injured
prey. "Good, this won't hurt a bit." Orak reached over and grabbed the King's shoulder. He closed
his eyes and pointed at the portal he used to enter the realm of the dead. The warrior began to glow
and felt warm and cosy. Then he was sucked into the portal. It was like falling through a colourful
tunnel. He saw an intense light at the end of the tunnel. The light was approaching him at
breakneck speed. He was scared and closed his eyes.
"Look, Orak found the last of us." The voice was muffled a little but he recognised it.
"I think he's dead... again" said another familiar voice. He opened his eyes and saw three figures in
front of him. His eyes hurt. It was like he was seeing the room under water. He was sitting on a little
chair in the middle of the room. Then his vision cleared a little and he could just make out the
faces of the three men looking down at him. He immediately knew who they were but couldn't
remember their names. One was called Nevrite or was it Neforite? He took a deep breath and said,
as best as he could, "What are you guys doing among the Living??"
"So, there I was in a never-ending dimension when the fabric of that reality was ripped open and a
good looking young man came through the portal."
"Hello warrior, my name is Orak. I was a pupil of the The Old Ones and am therefore one of the
most powerful sorcerers in the Galaxy. I have searched a lifetime for you. I have come to grant you
your most desired wish. Soon you shall walk among the living." Orak waited for the king to digest
his proposal. "You mean I can live again. Impossible. No Being has that power." Orak looked as if
he awaited this reaction from the fallen one. "Oh, did I forget to mention The Old Ones were my
teachers? I have the power needed to accomplish such miracles, but there is a price you have to
pay..." The king looked suspiciously at the sorcerer. Orak wore nothing but a cloth around his waist.
He had smooth blue skin and eyes without pupils. Orak noticed the defeated soldier staring at his
pale white eyes and said, "You know, if you looked close enough in my eyes you would see the
captured souls of my enemies."
"What price do I have to pay?" The king asked. "Hhhmm, well to transport you back into the realm
of the living I would have to use a lot of my power but also a lot of yours. Which means you would
be nothing more than a simple mortal. Well, you would be almost a mortal. You won't age as fast
as them and you might have enough power in materialising a coin but that's it."
"I see. In order to walk among them I have to become one of them. Why should I? I was in their
realm and failed. My place is here." Orak laid his hand on the dead one's shoulder. "Hey, everybody
deserves a second chance. Don't you want to see Sailor Moon die? feel her blood between your
fingers?, watch her soul being dragged to the place you are in now?"
"How do you know about Sailor Moon?"
Orak looked nervously around the crowded space. "Damn, they know I'm here. Look warrior, I'll
explain later. I'm running out of time. Decide now"
"Ok I'll do it. Let me live again." Orak smiled as if he were a lion about to pounce on his injured
prey. "Good, this won't hurt a bit." Orak reached over and grabbed the King's shoulder. He closed
his eyes and pointed at the portal he used to enter the realm of the dead. The warrior began to glow
and felt warm and cosy. Then he was sucked into the portal. It was like falling through a colourful
tunnel. He saw an intense light at the end of the tunnel. The light was approaching him at
breakneck speed. He was scared and closed his eyes.
"Look, Orak found the last of us." The voice was muffled a little but he recognised it.
"I think he's dead... again" said another familiar voice. He opened his eyes and saw three figures in
front of him. His eyes hurt. It was like he was seeing the room under water. He was sitting on a little
chair in the middle of the room. Then his vision cleared a little and he could just make out the
faces of the three men looking down at him. He immediately knew who they were but couldn't
remember their names. One was called Nevrite or was it Neforite? He took a deep breath and said,
as best as he could, "What are you guys doing among the Living??"