*Chapter 21: Regne de la Llum*
Kurt went numb the moment those words came out of his mouth. "I would rather die." He meant those words; he would rather die than to ever join sides with Doyle Sarver. He did not go numb because he started to regret what he said; he went numb with Blaine's scream.
"No!"
It was so heartbreaking, so full of sorrow and regret and every bit of sadness Kurt has felt all these years thinking that his human ex-lover was dead.
"Fine then." Sarver said afterwards, his voice mixed with anger and some underlying sadness. Despite Sarver's dark soul he truly did feel some sort of an affection towards the Fated One and was saddened that he would rather have choose death than to live, even if it was with his number one enemy who had forced Blaine to sleep with him out of sexual and emotional tension. "You made your choice. Antoni, kill him!" The demigod shouted, not wanting any more to do with the shifter before him.
Kurt felt nothing as Antoni dragged him over the window he had crashed through. He faintly heard Blaine's screams, and his comrades and friends' cries as Kurt got closer and closer to the exit door of his life. When Blaine broke free and yelled for Kurt it was far too late. Already Kurt could feel Antoni lift him up above the vampire's head and chuck him out the window down towards the sea below. Kurt was so filled with adrenalin of being killed that he did not even hear Blaine screaming in terror and mortal sadness.
The world seemed to slow for Kurt as he fell. It felt as if he were flying. He thought about what his life stood for and what it never stood for. What he accomplished and what he never accomplished. His life did not flash before his eyes like so commonly thought off. Instead it was another person's life, the memories that were passed down through generation after generation, the memories of Aislinn, his great, great grandmother. Despite Aislinn being so far off from him, Kurt always felt closer to her than that of his own mother. He formed no true bond with him mother during the short time they had together before she died. It was always with Aislinn did he have that connection, that fate that they shared together. The lives they had that were cut off way too early.
When his body hit the water all thought process stopped. Now he was not flying anymore but sinking, sinking like a rock into the ocean with nothing, absolutely nothing to stop him. That was when Kurt despite his own want to remain calm panicked. He started to move in abrupt movements to try ever so desperately to break free from chains he could not break in a million years. What was worse, he took no breath before he started to sink and he was running out of oxygen quickly. Within seconds of hitting the water Kurt was drowning. The water rushed into his lungs faster than floods and faster than a fire in the woods. It remarkably felt like fire. His lungs were being burned by the water. The Fated One soon found himself gasping underwater and the water completely filled up his body. It would only be a few more moments until his life would be lost. But Kurt would not be awake to feel his own body go limp with death. Kurt's vision blurred slowly into darkness until a bright light shone before him. Not long after the light appeared, Kurt passed out as his body finally touched the sea floor.
*Chronicle of the Mystics*
There was a faint breeze, so light, so caressing. The blades of grass below were scraggily and sharp, yet soft and grasping. There was no sound, not even from the wind, and from what the nerves within one's body could feel he is alone. The shifter's eyes fluttered open. His eyes were blue, green and grey, glasz simply. He could not remember what had happened. All he did know was his name. Kurt Anderson. Kurt shifted and turned his body from a sideward position to a sitting up position. He was naked he realized suddenly. But that was far from his worries. There was nothing around him. Absolutely nothing. He could feel the wind and the grass but all was white like a bright light. He was truly alone. Not one thing of nature that was visibly present and yet he could feel and even smell. He would smell trees and flowers and even a river, but he could not hear. He shook his head quickly, trying to clear his head. He still could not hear anything. Kurt wanted to speak, to call out, to see if anyone was there but there was no one. There was nothing. Kurt started to worry more, his fear eating away at his soul. What had happened to bring him here? And what was this place? He tried to remember. He was someone important. There was a war… He was a general but not just any general, the General, with a capital 'G'. Kurt took a deep breath in. There was an operation, a mission. It did not go as planned, just as he thought it would not. His head started to hurt as he slowly started to regain his memory. He looked around, giving himself a break from remembering. There was still nothing. But now he could hear suddenly, he could hear the wind, the leaves in the tree, the river.
Then suddenly it happened. From out of nothing came something. Water appeared first. It came in the form of a tiny waterfall and the river came from it, curling before him around trees that were slowly forming, trees of fruits. The grass he could feel started to appear, first a yellow-green to a bright and vivid green. Flowers started to arise too and the nothingness became a crisp meadow that one could build their dream home and live in forever with the one they love.
Blaine…
Kurt groaned softly as his head throbbed. Kurt ignored the name that came into his head, not remembering a person by the name of Blaine, and thought about how hungry he must be. To solidify that thought his stomach rumbled with hunger. Kurt nodded to himself and stood carefully, not knowing if he even remembered how to walk. He did. He began to walk to the trees, collecting the fruits such as apples and pears and other such things before sitting beside the river. He ate and drank and washed before moving back away from the river to lay down in the grass to rest. He decided to try and remember some more things, seeing that his head pain had subdued thanks to the food.
He was the General during the war and the last thing he did was undergo a mission to rescue someone… A female. He went along with four others, all good comrades and even greater friends. He suddenly remembered the female's name. Lady Brooke. Lady Brooke Dionne, the wife and bond mate to the God of Light. That seemed to trigger everything else for he remembered his friends' names, Scarlota, Laurisane, Noah, Brittany his bond sister and…
Blaine…
Kurt sighed heavily. "Blaine… He's alive." Kurt put his face in his hands. "And I am not." Kurt felt like crying but did not. Somehow this place helped cheer him, helped calm him. Kurt raised his head from his hands and gave one more look around the meadow. "This must be heaven…" Kurt remarked quietly to himself.
"Close enough young Mystic." A voice rang out, nearly scaring the life out of Kurt as he shot up into a sitting position, his legs casted aside.
"Hello?" Kurt asked into the once nothing space. "Hello? Where am I?"
"You are in Regne de la Llum." The voice replied.
"Realm of Light…" Kurt translated aloud. There was no reply. "Who… Who are you? Where are you?"
"I am divinity!" The voice boomed. Kurt watched, from above him, lightly colored tendrils started to come out from the nothingness, just as the meadow did, to frame a pair of large eyes that opened slowly. The eyes were brilliantly colored with mixes of oranges, yellows, purples, reds and pinks, all forming together on themselves and always in motion. "The God of Light." Kurt instinctively bowed down, his hands far before him and his legs under him. "Kurt…" The God of Light called softly.
Kurt sat back up, his legs below him. "God of Light… Tell me… Am I dead?"
The eyes blinked once, then twice. "Kurt, you are a powerful being. And a beautiful one at that." Kurt inhaled at the compliments, for they shocked him, but also for the fact that the God of Light avoided the question. "All your life since your birth and even before that you were destined to be who you are today. You were even destined to personally meet me, just as you are now. You, who are destined for so much, cannot simply be defeated. You are a life with many lives, and as long as you stay true to yourself, you shall always live."
The shifter remained quiet, not fully understanding the small spiel that was given to him. "So what you are saying is that…"
The God chuckled, the sound sending shivers up the shifter's spine. It sounded like harps ringing in the crisp wind with the sounds a gently rolling sea crashing upon the shore. "No my dear Kurt. You are not dead."
"But I thought… I thought I—"
"You did."
"But then how…?"
He laughed again his eyes closing as he did so. "Did you not hear me Kurt? You are a life with many lives. Five lives in total actually."
"What?" Kurt stood in shock. "Five? How is that so?"
"Your family has been connected together by your bond that travels back all the way to your great, great grandmother Aislinn. This bond you have shared through your family has not only passed down memories but life force. True that each passed down life force is not as long as one full shifter life of a hundred and twenty years, it is still a full human life which of that you have five. Well technically four human life spans and one Mystic, your own."
Kurt took a moment to let his words sink in. "Which one did I lose?"
"A human one. I do not know which one in particular."
"Aislinn's?"
"No. Her life force is still within you."
"Good." Kurt fell back onto the ground into a sitting position. The air was quiet once more as the two remained silent. "So this is the Realm of Light." Kurt commented softly as he looked around for what felt like the hundredth time.
"Yes."
Kurt sighed and nodded. Another silence came upon the two beings. There seemed to be no rush, no need to move on at such a quick pace but soon the air was filled with foreboding as stark realization hit Kurt. "Wait! You have been here this whole time your nephew has been causing chaos on Earth?" The God of Light only blinked, knowing there is more. "I mean," Kurt continued standing in outrage, "he has the Lady Brooke! He has Brooke God of Light! She is your blood bond mate! Your wife! And what about your followers on Earth? Do they not mean anything to you? And I mean come on! Your nephew is causing all this pain and sadness and here you are in your Realm of Light doing what? Where is the strong, and brave, and powerful God we all revere on Earth? Who are you?" Kurt questioning stared up into the eyes of the God of Light.
The divine being sighed, his eyes closed as he thought of what he could say, and even if he should even say it. His eyes opened and his answer came after. "Yes. I have been here this whole time, watching as the world continued to live without me and when my nephew took over. I know he has Brooke, my love. But she is not my blood bond mate anymore and as a result she is not my wife anymore. The bond does expire you know. Fifty years. Usually by that time one either dies or it is time to renew the bond, you know that Kurt. And I am still the god you have been told about Kurt. I was just waiting for you."
"For me? Whatever for? You are far more powerful than me."
"Yes but I was waiting for you to prove to me of life."
"Life?"
"Yes. Tell me Kurt, why should life be saved?"
Kurt shook his head, flabbergasted at the question. "Because it is a life that is should be saved!"
"Wrong answer."
The Fated One groaned and walked in a circle in agitation. "A life should be saved because it is a unique object."
"Wrong again."
"What?"
"Let me restate the question. Should life be saved?"
"Yes of course."
"Even if it is that of a rapist? A murderer? What about a terrorist or an abuser?"
Kurt remained silent for a moment as he thought. There was no rush; he could feel it in the air. There was only the need for an answer, and a damn good one at that. "Well… They should be given a chance to fight for their lives."
"But they cannot be saved automatically? I thought you said a life is unique and should always be saved because it is a life."
"Y-Yes but they are murderers and rapists!"
"They are still unique as you stated. They are unique because they are murderers and rapists."
"But they are evil beings."
"Yes." The God of Light said with gusto. "They are evil beings. And thus should be killed and not saved." Kurt remained silent as the God of Light continued. "But what if they repent? What if it was a mistake? What if they did it to save another life? Should it be their then that should compensate for the life they took? And will another life be taken to compensate for that life? What is it anymore to be a hero oh Fated One? How can one being, such as yourself, defeat the evils of the whole world without taking too many lives yourselves, without having to compensate?"
"Wow…" The shifter gasped softly as he slowly drifted back to the ground. "That… That's a good question."
"Give me an answer Kurt."
"But I… I don't think I can."
"Try."
Kurt nodded and thought about the question, about what it meant to be a hero and what it would take to save a whole world as just one person. All the answers that Kurt had thought off could not compare to the question he had as a reply to the God of Light's own question. The Fated One shrugged and decided that it was best to try it. "Let me answer that question with another God of Light… How can one being save a world without first influencing it?"
Even though the God of Light's lips were not seen Kurt could feel the radiance of the smile that the divine being was having. He started to chuckle at the answer. "I must say Kurt… That is a fine answer."
Quiet took over once more. A lingering question hung in the air. One that was asked a while ago but has not yet been answered. Kurt did not press the God of Light. He felt that soon an answer would arise and whatever the answer may be, he would still have to continue to live with it.
"Well little Mystic," the God of Light began, "I believe it is time for you to return back to the world of the living."
"What?" Kurt gasped out in shock as he stood for one last time. "What about you? Will you return to us?"
"There is still one more challenge I have for you Kurt. Answer this for me, 'This war is not a war against Light and Darkness, it is not a war against nature and nature, and it is not a war of feuding neighbors. What war is the Second Great War?' When you figure this out Kurt, I will join you. Now go."
"Wait! W-Wait!" Kurt yelled reaching for him as water started to rush into the Realm as the meadow disappeared. "God of Light—"
"Please…" The God of Light drawled out as he too disappeared slowly into the light. "Call me Shimshon."
In a matter of moment the Realm of Light disappeared and Kurt found himself at the bottom of the ocean where he had died, his chains loose and collected on the sea floor and still naked. Before he could shift into an aquatic Mystic, a strange water current dragged him towards the shore, his body being waved around like a flag in the wind. He was carried upstream through the river and was placed upon the shore where two human females dropped their belongings and ran toward him with concerned hands. And once again, the Fated One passed out.
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