Warning: This is my first fanfiction and English is not my first language. But I try my hardest to be at least decent with this


Standing here on this ruined place is the closest thing I'll ever be asleep on this ruined dream.

No hilt-trees are in sight as this place has become a floating island, The two gates once massive and grand are now pathetically smaller that I have rebuilt by myself and it wasn't perfect by a long shot, 3 pieces of broken cement stacked up like A stonehenge that I have read in that expansive library so long ago on each of them.

But it works if that glowing 10ft portal is anything to go by in the east. The direction where the sun rise.

The sky no longer has that yellow cloudy sky but instead a starry night sky like the place outside this dream, the place where I would wake up, sleeping is meaningless to me and I hated this place but there is a promise I want to keep, even if its been more than 2 years now.

This floating island is smaller than the dream it was before but still bigger from that boring place that woman sent me to give me "rest" or so she says when the curiosity got the better of me. Was disappointed when that "rest" was a bunch of nothing, just an island and a circling sun around.

If the bitch wanted me to rest I would go strait to New Eden and go at a highest floor of a building and chill at some apartment and sleep with all the creatures in it while everything is in chaos a whole week again and again.

If I can go back to New Eden that is.

As I stand on a pillar from whats left of the two gates with the rest cluttered around it I looked back from the west where the other gate is inactive and the moon going down.

Its close to dawn so its almost time to leave this place so I jumped down to the east, with nothing next to nothing on me of course.

Every time I came to this place, no matter how much I wear and took with me I will always be in the same light armor attire and nothing else, not even my Facere Mortis is with me due to some spiritual reasons that I don't bother to know but it wont be problem I'm sure of it, as my unconscious waking self has it on a death grip, even if I'm in a spot that no one will find me.

As I walked past the gate to get a good look on the edge behind it and looked down, below the rising sun, A reminder that this is not the a dream I always remembered to be.

Below the island A top half of a globe with unnatural weather of sky blue and purple that moves violently against each other in an act of dominance with the aid of the people of this world.

Or animal people you should say.

Wanting to get a better look I took a step off and then planted on the side of this island. And then another and another and before I know it I'm already at the bottom of the island where I'm at its peak of it and looked up.

There swirling tornado of "life" with a small "death" at its eye that's slowly but surely corrupting it as those shamans said from south-east I came from.

After 2 months of wasted time, it seems it have not progressed much at all but I would need to get even more closer for me to know that for sure but this place has an essence like this world below me. Something that I did my best to keep it shrouded from these two forces that I ultimately hold no allegiance of.

Even if I am aiding this so called life technically, that shaman does say that there is a new kingdom that was made around 3 decades ago from that exiled prince that I kept hearing about.

A promise of adventure and more places to find love and hate as I spend my time on this world.

I looked away and turned back now. It is now dawn and I must come back to my body and get moving again, my anticipation have not waned after all the time I have spent here doing nothing, still patient for that moment to come.

And finally I stepped off the side of my island and then planted my foot top to be on the ground again and have my visor covered gaze on the glowing portal in front of me and approached it.

Ah having this much freedom of this place sure is nice.


Slowly I stand up from the corner of my resting place of this secluded once lived in cave that I have cleared and put my weapons to its respective holsters with a Facere Mortis on my belt and putting my brown colored cloth cover of my Damocles to my back, mag-locking it automatically.

my armored body is covered in a baggy brown robe that was personally gifted by tribes people as thanks long ago

It is not the most stylish thing, it has a baggy hood that cover the already protected face, two more cloths on the shoulders down to chest to protect the hot climate of the cruel dessert from far away, an opening like a thin veil on the front from my covered neck down to the very bottom of my shins where this robes of mine end for easy access to what I have and movement and with a rope that's tied together beneath of the multiple cloths to preventing it from letting it go away

A monk's robe which technically is what I am more or less

A robust pouch with a capped syringe inside is still with me on my waist, filled with nutritious liquids and nanomachines for it to use for aid, have used more on others than myself after I came here to be honest, even though I know my way of stitching up wounds unique body autonomy aside there were few close calls that it was needed when...

That's a story of another time I suppose its time to get going.

With a mental snap I have dispersed the substitutions that have set up around outside, hidden in the trees or be covered in shrubbery and to be my eyes and head out as brief images of information in my mind appeared in an instant and left as quickly as it came.

The trees, the dawning sky, even more trees and nothing else but the sounds of birds. I breathed in and breathed out, tasting the fresh air of this land and closed my eyes.

And naturally, another opens to look what it truly is and turned my head right.

I can see it from here, a great power of influence mainly from the unique form of life, but I can't even see the unique form death from here.

But what I did find though is another that I can't make it out of though, its another life but it seems a little... More vocal from the whole, more clearer and nearer from me.

It won't hurt having to stop by there, maybe ask some of the few questions I need.

This place is noticeably more peaceful to the ones from the south-east even if I have evaded roads and most of the plains as I can, I'm not ignorant of monsters and ghosts and even then there are even fewer here with small spirits dancing beautifully when I had the chance to gaze to this environment around me.

But I am not in awe and wonder. I still missed the towering work of the urban areas and its underground systems, bending machines to my will and scaling the rooftops with acrobatics enhanced by my cybernetics and something else that never goes away.

My legs bent to a stance and another deep breath was taken before dashing across the woodlands skipping across obstacles and weaving away through the towers of bark ahead.

It is about time to finish someone's dying request.


I can't fucking believe I fucked the first chapter's grammer up but fuck it, this chapter was way too short than I originally planned have another one just for you