Undying

An original tale within the Bluey universe

By: StorMello

"Prologue"

Hello. My name is Dustin Sable Spitz. I am a Finnish Spitz, born in Cambridge, England, on March 3, 1467. I have traveled the world through many ways, seeing the many generations pass by, all the many deaths in life I have experienced. All the people that I loved…..gone. But yet, after a long time, I realized that death taught me a lesson in life, a message that opened my eyes for the first time. A revelation that was going to come with me to my grave, and it was something that was going to make me eat my words back. And it was—-

"True happiness will come to anyone, one way, or another."

"Chapter 1 - The Spirit of The Beyond"

It all started in Norfolk, England, 1499. It was Christmas, and yet I didn't feel the joy of happiness. People hated me, they saw me as an outcast, no matter what I did. I tried everything to find true happiness, but never really got to it. I showed compassion to everyone, but they just hated me, and never gave me the chance. So I went into my true talent, the only thing that keeps me who I am - Witchcraft.

Dustin starts to open a cabinet and throw a bunch of bottles out of it. "Wh're is the potion, just wh're is't?!", exclaims Dustin impatiently. "Ahh, h're t is. This shall showeth those people," Dustin whispers as he angrily squeezes a black liquid bottle, with an x carved on the front side. "T is timeth," Dustin gets up and fast walks to a cauldron filled with random colors, all mixing with each other and trying to overpower the other. "This is f'r those years, all yond timeth, and all the loveth those people stole from me. Anon alloweth hell reigneth," Dustin chucks the bottle into the cauldron, causing a dark cloud to form around him, starting a harsh storm filled with violent non-stop lightning, wreckoning the village near him. "Oh, spirit of the beyond, alloweth thy darkness raineth down on those who hath killed me int'rnally. Alloweth thy st'rm filleth those folk with feareth and envy towards anoth'r. Has't their liveth endeth in mis'ry and teen, and alloweth their blood painteth the riv'rs of this landeth. These people des'rve t!,"Dustin starts commanding the Spirit to do so, ordering the storm to end the lives of all those who treated him with hatred. "Silence!," the storm speaks, causing Dustin to fallback against a wall, "Who dares to order the darkness of this world, the death that surrounds every mortal and kind in their miserable lives."

"I doth, Dustin Sable Spitz, a sir who is't hast hath lived mis'ry and feareth all his life. I has't thrown hence by mine own owneth family, mine own owneth cater-cousins didn't careth f'r mine own sanity, coequal people whom I has't nev'r hath met misprise me f'r who is't I am. So mine own purpose is to off'r thee the souls who is't did treat me wrong, and if 't be true yond maketh t the w'rld, then so beest t," shouts Dustin in response, fueled with courage and confusion.

With that being said, the storm roared stronger and the wind grew louder, and the Spirit yelled, "And this is why you awaken the great Death himself, the supreme balance of light and darkness, just for some egoistic reasons and envy towards the people!" The Spirit pauses, wearied and fatigued, then continues, "You don't know how many times I've heard this in my many journeys, the hatred, the depression, the deaths of those who they love. All gone…right in the blink of an eye. And yet it's just frustrating to see them pass by;" Dustin looks up inquisitively, baffled from what he heard, "I say this because it isn't my intention, it's just my job. Taking their lives is what I do, and nothing more."

Dustin angrily points out, "But, you're the Spirit of the Beyond. T wast hath said yond thou art a weapon of destruction, hath used in combat to repel all those who is't dareth to int'rf're."

"It's all just a myth, a hoax humans invent just to look superior to one another. They may view me as a lifetaker, but I am not a monster. All I do is my job as death, but I don't do it without a reason. And no one is supposed to interfere with me!" The Spirit yells, causing lightning to strike down people outside the ruined tower, burning them alive.

Dustin screams out, "But t's not fair, I did summon thee to amerce those folk, not to heareth a lectureth of stupidity. So, prithee, doth what I sayeth. If 't be true not, I have nothing to liveth f'r."

"Ridiculous! You have no common sense of what you're saying. There's more than just people liking you or not. It's your own happiness that shapes who you are in this timeline, not the others. You must find your true self and what you really live for; to find true happiness," the Spirit pauses once more to see the sad, yet confused face of Dustin, gazing head down, "So, in punishment for this, you shall live at this same age, 32 years old, for the next centuries to come, for the next generations, and when killed, you will awaken again at this age for many times, until you have found true happiness on what you do. You will also be forced to join many human conflicts and experience how hard it can be to find friendship within war. And it will all stop, until a little child will come to you and give you the true meaning of kindness, revealing to you what love can do to one another."

Dustin instantly looks up, filled with fear and anxiety, pleads out, "No! You can't, prithee f'rgive me. I didn't cullionly to disturb, prithee, I can't bareth such punishment. I'll loseth mine own mind! Please!" Dustin starts to tear up, falling to the ground.

"No more, it is settled. Until you have found true happiness, you shall live on and on, for the next centuries to come. And to get you started," The Spirit gets closer, and whispers into his ear, "here, they, come."

"Who!?" Dustin questions loudly, only to see everything went back to normal, with not a single piece of fog in sight. Then a loud banging starts at the door. "Sir Dustin Sable Spitz, thou art und'r arresteth f'r the useth of witchcraft and s'rc'ry in these lands," shouts out a soldier on the other side. Dustin then starts panicking, while the soldier keeps on talking, then trying to bust down the door. Once the soldier busts the door open, Dustin whispers quietly, intentionally talking to The Spirit, "FUCK YOU."

And after that, I got dragged to a trial for using sorcery to kill the villages nearby me; I tried pleading for my life, but yet it didn't work. They sentenced me to burn on a stake for the death of many people and villages, and yet when I died, it felt like a nap of 5 minutes, then I woke up again in some random forest. But when I went to venture out, everything was different. People were at war with another, and kingdoms were being harassed with insults and armies of different proportions. Then I realized where I was, in England. But the year was off, and way off it was. I woke up in the year 1642, the start of the English Civil War.

To Be Continued….

P.S. - I know it sounds weird, but it's just my imagination. I have no idea what I'm doing with my life anymore, so, here you go. Enjoy Chapter 2!