After d

by Kyimm

What if death was just a passage to another world, another universe. And what if all of them were just a loop? What if ordinary people find themselves projected into a world where their memories of our world shouldn't be present? what role will it play, what dice will have to be rolled? What mystery will have to be solved?

1. prologue

Prologue

Alone, in the middle of the ruined room, stands a door, gigantic, engraved with two large wings folded over its two halves. Half a moon is visible on the left half at the top, half a sun on the right. Two large rings serve as a handle, two large chains start from the top of the door which forms an arch, one broken at some link at the top, the rest scattered on the large steps which turn around the door.
The room, round and made of stone covered with soot, sometimes cracked in some places, is covered by a dome several meters above the floor, itself strewn with gaping holes. Large stained glass windows make up part of the walls which filter a multicoloured light. Whitish rays illuminate the door, Persian rays illuminate the half collapsed dome. The door stands in front of a large corridor with a broken glass roof and a white marble column, sometimes crushed to the ground, where luxuriant vegetation has regained its rights. A corridor stretches out towards the front of this immense door, its walls covered at regular intervals with more or less faded paint.
A door with a collapsed slope stands at the end of this corridor lit by cracked windows. Dusty solid wood door on the inside, and vegetal on the outside, covered with climbing plants colored by multiple colored flowers.
Four large statues stand there, as a hedge of honour around a path leading to a mountainous landscape that plunges into a sea of turquoise water, dotted with stones of different colours.
Further on, on the horizon, stands a greyish earth. Its icy landscape, worthy of the land of the underworld, almost no greenery around, a river remains, taking its source at the top of the southern mountains. A fortified castle structure stands on its flanks.
A cold and dark room, the floor of which is covered in the middle with a dusty red carpet, connects the entrance door to a throne where stands a statue with a royal posture, the sword planted in the ground.

To the east of these places, a continent. Gigantic. Where three distinct species live. One, in the lakes of the south, another in the mountain range of the east that extends to the west. In the north, the misty forests, blocking the mocking of the sun, among plants of all shapes and colours a third people hides in the shadows of their habitat. Even further east is an island, where a still active volcano allows its species to live a peaceful life.
Everything seems calm, no war, no conflict. But isn't it the calm before the storm?