Darkness, nothing else stood out except for the darkness. Which didn't really matter because there was nothing else worthy of note there. All was an endless black emptiness that could not be touched, heard, felt or even seen. Then out of the nothingness, something formed.
This was astounding in and of itself, since the only thing that can come from nothingness is more nothingness. This much was common knowledge…Knowledge? Yes that was what was being formed. However, knowledge did not just come out of nothingness. Someone had to know it, which meant that someone had to…exist! Yes, someone did exist. Someone was out there, and the thought nagged at him…Him? Yes, he, he was the one who existed. He was a…he? That was assured, there was a sense of maleness that was inherent in his mind…his mind…my mind… 'I'. Realization came rushing in…he was the I that existed. Yet where did he exist? He had thought 'no place' but there was no such thing as a 'no place'. Everywhere was a place, he just needed to discover where his was.
Yet darkness covered everything. There was no sight, but he knew that he had eyes…and ones that could see at that. So, he attempted to adjust them. To let as much light into his eyes as possible in this black place. Yet he still could see nothing. In frustration he swung his arm wildly and hit the ground. There was a smack as his hand came into contact with the ground. Sound! It was the first sound that he had heard since he had been here. He realized also that he could make the sound, and other sounds using…his voice. So he did the only natural thing. He asked.
"Where am I?"
He heard himself but heard no answer in response. So he asked again.
"Where am I?"
Nothing
Yet something was different than before. Something had changed…He could see! Just barely, but he could. He realized then that there was a light. There was a faint glow, which was steadily growing brighter. Soon enough he could see the source of the light and see that the light was moving. It was growing closer. Then came the voice.
Darkness is not thy way…The voice seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once.
"Who, who said that?" He asked
Oblivion is not thy path…"What? Who said that? Who are you?"
Obscurity is not thy place…He was beginning to become frustrated with this voice from nowhere. It didn't even bother to answer questions.
Fear is not thy answer…
The light, which had started off as a faint glimmer, had grown into a bright golden sphere that now hovered just at the edge of his sight. It pulsated with every word spoken by the voice. As it grew closer and brighter, He could see. The sphere of light was the source of the voice. He gazed into it, but found it hard to do so without hurting his eyes when he looked at it longer than a few seconds. He decided to try once again…and did so, gazing deeply into it. Then he took a deep breath and let out a howl of
"WHO ARE YOU!"
The sphere stabilized as if it had reached a plateau and could go no further. Merely shimmering at the same brightness. There was a hint of amusement in the voice when it spoke again.
Very few have the strength of heart to cry out demands of me. You are a special one.
"Well then, let's pretend you aren't a bit of an ass for a minute and you answer my question." He didn't realize that he was speaking. When he heard the words come from his mouth he almost choked in surprise.
Amusing indeed. I foresee much in our future interactions young one.
He was growing annoyed with the voice
Your question, however, is irrelevant at the moment.
"Oh yeah, then what is relevant…I'm sitting here talking to some floating goober ball that somehow has the gift of speech. I just wanna know what to call you when I tell this story to my grandkids…assuming I ever have any."
The question most relevant at this moment is… Who are you?
With that the sphere exploded into a thousand points of light. Blinding him and filling his vision with pure unadulterated white.
Slowly, his vision returned. When he could see clearly again, he realized that he was lying face down in wet sand. He looked up to find himself on an empty beach. Overhead the golden sphere of the sun hung in the sky. Not to far ahead were the crystal blue waves of the ocean.
"Wow, I'm really lost here." He said
Suddenly, a large wave crashed into the white sands of the shore and pulled him closer to the shoreline on the way back out. When he had regained himself he got to his hand and knees, water forming in a small pool where his hands had dug into the miry, clay-like sand. In the pool h could see his reflection, Blonde hair, slightly large ears, freckles, and chocolate brown eyes. He could also see the reflection of the sun blazing in the sky above.
Who are you?"I'm, I am…"
Ron"Yes, that's my name."
Indeed it is. However you also have another. It is a name that holds great power and strength. You are meant to be much more than you are now. Yet your time has not come.
"My time?"
It is coming soon…sooner than you may be ready, but there is no choice. You must be called up, for the others shall need you as a beacon to light the way.
"What do you mean?"
The answers are coming Ronald, they are coming.
"Wait, who are you?" Ron yelled as the light began to fade
Darkness is not thy way, oblivion is not thy path, obscurity is not thy place, and fear is not thy answer.
Ron could sense the voice growing fainter
Remember my words well young one, and be not afraid. When darkness surrounds, simply look within yourself for the light to push it back. A great destiny awaits you young one, take heart for you shall not fall. For you have been…Chosen.