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The akashic records.
Its like an immense photographic film. Registering all desires and earthly experiences of our planet. In short, its a sort of astral tablet that records the past, present and future of mankind and theron. Everything is recorded within. At least that was how it was meant to be.
Looking towards the princess, her lover and the duke infront of me, perhaps it has come to shown that even the records can be changed.
The records are more of a prediction, branching out to the most likely way the future is meant to flow.
I am old. Older than one could imagine.
Perhaps one could call me the first human. But that was not true either.
There were the adam and eve, I was the 3rd person, made to watch on as a spectator. It wasn't that I couldn't do anything at all. It was more of the fact that I couldn't even touch the physical realm. I am or at least I was, the first ever spectre in exsistence.
As humanity and other sentinel life began to blossom, I soon found myself staring at a strange astral stone tablet.
I don't know where it came from. Even the records don't tell me that. But I do know my purpose. It was to guide the world to its proper path. Following the route that resides in the astral tablet, at a place beyond time and space.
A young boy came up to me, as I saw the world dropping into its demise. He somehow managed to bypass the little barrier disconecting from the rest of the world, and broke me free from what seemed like my eternal prison.
He asked of me for help, for assistance. He had apparently ventured through the most toughest of lands, facing off against the strongest of races as the weakest human. All so to ask me of one little favour. To tell him the way to avoid the demise of the world.
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Naturally, there was always a way. The akashic records definetly held the means to do so. And thus, I took a look into it. With that in mind, I asked him a question.
I asked of him, if he would forsake everything, even his own race for the continuity of the world.
To a world that has given him nothing but suffering, he nodded his head.
Thus, I granted his wish.
His path was the same as asking an ordinary human to face off against 3 fully grown bears with a wooden stick. In short, it was impossible.
But oh and behold, there he stood, sealing entities way above him into different dimensions. As a human, he had reached the limits of his capibilities, transcending to godhood, he forsake his humanity. But that was not enough. He had to become something more. He had to become a 'thing' on its own. A prevailing exsistence that remains constant in the world.
Thus, gave birth to the term 'hero'.
But as what I would say "fate" has it or at least what I had to call this situation.
I was now looking at the flashing of a camera. And the user, was the one whoese ancestors freed me from my eternal prison.
He was one of them, beings that precedes any forms of calculations.
They appeared one by one, soon after the hero's death.
It was as though the world, wanted everything to be connected once more. They were destructive, powerful, born with gifts beyond belief. Furthermore, they appeared to be immune to almost anything. They were'nt recorded in the akashic records. They had no past, present or even future. They were just the unique singularities of themselves.
They themselves weren't recorded, but at least their actions would be.
Was what I hoped.
But alas, the only trace of them in the records, would be the slight details about major damage caused by an empty reason.
Once again, here I was trying to prevent the world from its end. And here he was, doing whatever he pleased and distrupting my plans.
"I'll be going to eat lunch" Dominic said, as he left the scene of his crime.
As easygoing as he might seem to be, however, there is always that void in the askashic records. One where his name and some others were mentioned to clash, before the future appeared to be empty ahead. The askashic records called these people candidates. Candidates of Origin.
What it meant, even I was unable to answer. But the candidates themselves, appear to know.
But for now, what should I do about this mess?
Looking at the 3 ahead, I worry about the future I was just shown.
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