"Wake up...come on wake up you can do it"

I open my eyes, tears well and they streak down my face forming a path for the others to follow. Crying, crying has been what I have been doing. The only thing I have been doing. This is dark place with no light to be seen, and all I can do is cry. It has been fun for me to cry for the past moments I have been here, but I am quickly tiring and growing bored of it. I wonder for a second, and think about nothing, or rather the blankness in nothing. Can doing nothing be fun too? I have never tried it for I have only cried, nothing could be fun. In this dark endless place anything could be fun. I slowly let my mind blank letting it flow into what I believe to be nothingness.

"You mustn't, nothing is oblivion and oblivion is where they lie. 'They' are evil, evil, but strong. If you do nothing you are weaker than them. You must be strong, you must be awake! Do something! Do anything, anything at all!"

'...'

"Strong" I want to be strong. Strong sounds nice, a nice word. I want to be stronger. Evil is a bad word, I don't like it, not a single bit. If I get stronger evil will leave. My head says so, so it must be true. Plus being strong must be more fun than doing nothing. Nothing sounds scary.

I open my eyes, or at least it feels like it. The constant darkness holds true and makes me feel blinder than I hope I am. I feel around reaching, and sensations travel through my hands, it's pain, but not painful pain. Just the kind that one would zone out, the kind that lets you know you're alive. I further explore and find that I am on solid ground. It's dirty and I can feel grime on my hands, but it kind of feels nice. It gives me a feeling of security. I know I am somewhere now, I know I exist.

I want to be strong...how does one become strong?

I try to stand up, but my body is to weak. I feel fragile as if my bones were made of glass and my skin paper. I continue to try to stand up, I can feel my body moving, but everything is sluggish as if weighted down. I continue to wiggle, twist, and shake as if possessed for what feels like forever until my body finally reacts and I stand up. It took a long time, but I still made it through determination and hard work. A great feeling of pride travels through my body, but then I thought to myself. "What now?". I came to a conclusion rather quickly. It would be waste not to walk now that I have stood up, so I put one foot in front of the other and try to move forward. *Flop* I failed miserably. I sigh when I realize I would have to stand once more. I felt walking was a necessity to becoming stronger. I repeat the process for what feels like an years...I'll just assume I know what that is... until I progress far enough to be able to walk with only feeling a slight strain on my legs. I reach down and feel my legs up and down. They feel stiff, and resilient, as if molded and compacted into fine layers of rock on top of each other. This made no sense to me because I felt that walking was something that should be natural, but I quickly shrugged it off and thought about what to do next.

My legs were now at least barely passable but the rest of my body was in terrible condition. I couldn't see my arms or body but I could feel just from trying to lift up my arms that they were practically useless. I had used them to help me stand up but otherwise they had gotten no attention from me which greatly displeased myself. It really was hard to stand up, although it may not seem like a daunting task, it was, and this greatly put into perspective just how strong I had to be. I sighed then repeated the same process of wiggling and shaking my arms until they started to grow stronger. As before it felt like forever until I could actually move my own arms.

It was like they were asleep and were too tired and lazy to bother to heed their own body. This I decided to hold my arms up as if they were holding an unknown object because I realized they would not get any stronger like my legs because there was no actual strain placed on them. I did take quick rests but that was to let my arms rest, and when they felt well I continued at my slow and steady pace. I found the idea of holding my arms up like I did increased my slow progress significantly. I realized that if I added more strain to my body it would grow at a faster pace, but I did not know how to put more strain on my body itself. I wanted to know so I thought for a few days (for what felt like days) until I gained enlightenment. I figured if moving was hard then moving my arms while they were like this must be increasingly hard to do so. I start moving my arms back and forth like pistons going crazy. After a short while I found that I needed breaks regularly, but I didn't mind because even so my progress was getting much faster.

One of the later problems I hit was that my arm muscles became too big for the rest of my body to hold up. I quickly sought to fix this and silently punished myself for not strengthening the rest of my body along with my arms. I repeated many new strengthening exercises for my legs and core. These exercises were basically squats, and sit ups, I also created a new exercise that I despise a lot but is the most helpful towards the over all conditioning of my body. It involves moving up and down using one's arms to propel them up and down. It also had the side effect of strengthening my core muscles to but was extremely tiring for me.

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Progress was extremely slow, or at least I thought it was. There is no semblance of time here as there is no sun to tell it. Hitting into the never ending darkness doing my best to break through its non existent body. I continued and continued and continued with my "extensive" training. Then when my arms became limp and useless I start to run, occasionally I would hit a rock or two but they were so tiny that it had done nothing to hurt me at all. I did not mind, what I needed to become was strong, so I did not need to mind these minor inconveniences. I would run until I dropped then I would do some sit-ups, squats, and then the horizontal push up thing I created. I repeated this process day in and day out, constantly, until finally my body started to change. My muscles were huge by now and were not weighed down at all by the weird force I felt at first when I was trying to stand up.My muscles all over my body started to hurt, arms, my legs, my core muscles started to expand and contract. Constantly getting more and more painful. I screamed out in pain as loud as I could, and I fell to the ground convulsing involuntarily. "Gah ahh Kahh!" My vision started to blur as my muscles had a multiple seizures , contracting and compacting is the best words that could be used to describe this. Finally the black dots filled up and with sweet release I fainted.

I woke up dizzy, and in pain, but I could feel a quite big difference between my body before then and now. My muscles had visibly shrunk, but I could feel the power densely packed within. As if a bomb waiting to explode I once again went through the drills I created, and astonishingly they all genuinely felt at least ten times easier than before. Not only was I stronger, but I could tell all my senses were heightened too. This strange phenomenon had to be created by the contracting and compacting I felt earlier.

...Many, many years in the future...

My body is strong now, much much stronger than before. I can tell just by the way I move, I feel as light as a....a rock. There isn't much to have out here. Rocks are the lightest thing I know of... It's not just my overall strength that has improved my eyesight has improved a lot too, because of this even with the darkness pervading my vision I can still make out the outlines of objects. Not being blind was a great relief to me since I could not see before, and it also helped me out with the never ending stubbed toes factor. Yes the gift of sight is the greatest. I found that the ground is mostly earth and the rest is just tiny to massive mounds of rock. Some are almost comparable to never ending pillars. This rocky place is very small and I can walk around it in a few days time. I figured that out because I have destroyed the surface of almost all of this world. I just had to go to where the craters were to know where I have been, and where I have not. And plus my foot prints from jogging left a trail of indents in the ground.

I have continued with my training making it more extensive and harder as I went on. I have gone through the compacting phase, what I call the contracting and compacting that happens to my body, thirty-six times now. Every time my body goes through this phase it gets exponentially stronger, and the only downsides are the more and more extreme requirements for my strength and the horrible pain and seizures during the process. To actually get my body to go through this phase I have to train for what feels like forever, once I have trained enough it just happens. The quota for training gets bigger every time it happens, and the pain does too accordingly.

Besides strength my intelligence (speed of brain/thoughts) and reflexes have increased a lot too, so much so that when I do five second laps around the entirety of this place I can avoid any obstruction with  ease even when I am .00000001 seconds away from hitting them.

*kreeeeak* That was unusual. Since I have been here that has never happened. I am afraid, but this was something new! I have never experience anything outside of getting stronger and crying, so this was amazing. The ground vibrates beneath me shaking me to the ground. It continues for a long time until I see something faint in the distance. Just as I saw it the vibrations stopped as if the earth was being commanded by it. The faint dot looked like one of those white specks in the sky I see every once in a while. They usually just appear in one spot then disappear , but instead of staying stagnant it grew bigger and bigger growing until it looked like I could touch it. Suddenly it swerved, as if it had its own will towards something I could not quite see. I started sprinting faster and faster. Something new has finally showed up! I will not let it out of my grasp now. I was keeping up with it but just by a little bit. This white dot was extremely fast, even with my extensive training I found it hard to keep up with it., everything became a blur, huge pillars were being crushed beneath my feet as if they were made of dust particles. The world around me turned darker than dark and all I could see was the giant white dot drawing a line across the sky. Then suddenly it stopped, as if suspended in the air it vibrated giving off what I believe to be light, hanging right above me. Actually it was very high up, but the darkness and the light radiating off it gave the illusion that it was close to me.

Suddenly a thought struck me, what if, just maybe, I could touch it. That would be amazing, just the best. Feeling my chest well up emotions rising like never before. Finally a new experience like this after all this time. Coming up with a way to get up there to the white object was not hard as I probably jump up there. Probably. No, no negative thoughts for me.

Bending my torso down until it looked like my body was resting on my knee. The earth cracking beneath my legs might I jumped into the infinite night sky. Breaking the sound barrier my body propelled forward. The wind pulling back my face forming jowls I try to gasp for air but lose what little I have left. I doubted myself for a second, then quickly shooed the bad thoughts away, with a burst of energy I  pressed harder. This was a chance for something new! Now I can get stronger and have my very own new....um...object. Death is not an option I must make it! With all my strength and let out a strained war cry. I got closer and closer until I could feel the heat radiating of the massive white blob. Thinking of nothing other than touching it I reach out as far as I can until I finally reach it and then...everything went...just.

Blank.