This is the story of a traveler. one who has lived countless lives. each ending in bad luck. Each just another fate being used to turn the order of the world on its head. He has been reborn in a new world. just like many worlds before. He is weak...friendless...in pain...and void of any allies when he first enters this world..but he must do what he has always done. learn the world. grow.. make alliances and see what evil has cursed his new home he has made.. now lets begin the twisted but sometimes wholesome tale of Helios the eternal flame.
* year 20XX... town...Xx
In a old abandoned warehouse. filled with trash and dust . A boy lays on the ground with a needle in his arm. His skin as pale as the snow. His eyes just as pale. His body covered in needle marks and scares.
Moments after it has finally gone cold. A fire appears along its body burning it . Blacking it. A scream of pain and life echo from the body.
The body twitch for a moment then stops. its eyes open to reveal glowing orbs. The body weakly tries to get off its back. It gets up then falls over. it exhales ash and blood. He groans weakly as scattered memories flood into the life form. It notices its in a dirty rundown bathroom. He gets up slowly . He reaches for the sink. Putting some of his weight on it. It creaks a bit in protest. He notices it with concern.
He looks forward into a old scratched up mirror. He sees his blacken face. like a burn victim waking from its shallow grave.
" where...where am i... wheres... deliah...where..." He coughs up blood and smoke. It splatters onto the brown sink that was once white in the distant past. He begins to notice the hum of a weak light above him.
He looks around . He gathers himself. his head feeling like a murky pool abandoned by time. He notices its a bathroom.
" is...is this... the death district ...no..this place feels wrong... my flame...it feels weak..." his voice is horse and dry. He opens up his palm. A small flicker light appears. It beats weakly like a heart beat. It dawns on him what has happened. He had died from his previous battle and was reborn somewhere else... some other time most likely like all the other ones.
The fire disapears from his palm as he looks back at the mirror. " why ... am i here...why is my body burnt...was my new vessel to weak... why was i not reborn as a baby...or even...have my own body altogether...why... a already used body... a corpse most likely... a living body..i would of consumed the soul as material...but nothing..." His voice trails off .He notices a burnt small rod on his arm. He looks to the ground to see a large pile of needles and drug bottles. " wow ...a addict..I hope his last breath was a good one...poor soul...may it rest in peace from this cruel world I have appeared in...now...it is time to learn..what new hell I have joined." His voice plain and robotic with a ounce of cheeriness
He weakly walks out of the bathroom. He notices its a rundown warehouse
" this place looks pretty old. it must be used by the homeless or others escaping something something dangerous... " his voice trails off again as he notices some rappers . He looks at it and notices its Japanese. " either im in japan or a country or island controlled by japan...why is it always here that weird things happen...so odd..." he lets out a sigh as he begins to piece some stuff together. His eyes pick up small remains of another body. it looks old and dried out. He walks over to it and examines the cloths. He sees what looks like some kind of costumed hero or villian on it.
" I wonder if this world has powered beings or its just a cartoon this being liked..." his voice cold and lifeless like the corpse in-front of him.
He looks around more finding wraps and trash of different costumed people. He then finds a old book. " heroes of today.." He takes a quick look through it as his body weakens. He groans in pain . noticing his flame inside get smaller and smaller.. " wait...am..i...healing...?" He sees a one of his digits is no longer black. The black skin peeling off of it. He notice its gray now. " wow...if my whole bodies repairing its self im gonna need a source of sunlight to sap from or im gonna pass out...fuck...now a new problem i dont need" He curses in a weird language under his breath as he tries to quickly read through the old book. He learns some interesting things about this world . He sits down against a large metal wall . He spends a few hours finishing up the book before he passes out. " I will try to save energy ..." He mutters to himself as he quickly goes to sleep. His dream is but a ocean of past lifes colliding together violently like a pond of different liquids not wanting to mix. Then his dream fades as he gets swallowed by the void.
TO BE CONTINUED...