And here we go again. My father is bothering me, telling me to eat (as if I need such mundane things as food), so this may not actually get out for a while. Cross your fingers, though.
Kudos to whoever can identify the manga that inspired this!
He looked around him at the nothingness.
"Where am I? What's going on? Who are the Children? Will you answer me?"
And he did receive an answer, of sorts.
You seek answers, mortal child. Watch. You will find answers, but perhaps not the ones that you seek.
The reality around him shattered, falling away. Now there was a point of light, small and far away. It cam closer, and he saw that it was the Earth. It came still closer, until he was flying through the atmosphere. When he was able to see clearly again, he saw—
"London? But it's buried in sand. And why are most of the buildings destroyed?"
He flew until he touched down on a half-buried street. Looking around, he saw that sand and rubble were not the only things that lay everywhere.
Thousands, maybe even millions of dismembered bodies and parts were strewn everywhere, as if a bloodthirsty troll had been interrupted in the middle of its feast. He fought the urge to be sick.
"What is this? Are you Voldemort? Is this some kind of sick joke?"
He heard another, softer voice.
"Wake up, Mommy, please. Please wake up." A bloody little girl was kneeling beside a woman who had once been pretty but was now unmistakably dead. "Mommy..."
He tried to stroke her hair, to comfort her, but his hand went through her head.
We are travelers in a possible future. We cannot touch the inhabitants here.
"Where are we?"
There was a bright flash of light. When it cleared, he saw London, looking just like it did every day. Then all of the birds that usually perched around the city suddenly took flight.
The ground shook, and cracks appeared in the earth. Spectral, unearthly forms appeared, apparently from within the earth itself. Squinting, he could see that they looked like dragons.
The 'dragons,' if that was what they were, began a rampage. Buildings crumbled, people screamed. Just when the sight became unbearable, everything faded.
He stood slowly, not yet trusting his legs. "What was that?"
That is a future. A future that may or may not happen. There are two such futures, both completely different. One shows the destruction of the cosmos, as you have seen. The other shows its salvation.
"What?"
The Children will decide if Creation lives or dies. They can choose between the futures.
"What are you saying? Am I one of them?"
No, mortal child, you are not. The Children are gods sent to Earth. You are mortal, and fortunate.
"Who are they? What are they?"
Brothers. If not by blood, in this mortal plane, then in spirit.
He saw that the dream world was fading, and hurried to ask his final question. "Why am I fortunate?"
Because you may die, after a span of years. Death is the greatest gift of the gods.
The voice faded, and he woke up.
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Heheh. I do dreams really well, don't you think? Review, please!