“Awaken…”
Richter shot up from the floor he was on, the ground only slightly illuminated by a mysterious light source, the rest of the room darker than the night sky, a never ending void that light wouldn’t dare pierce it.
“Who said that, WHERE ARE YOU” Richter yelled as he looked about frantically only seeing darkness where the voice echoed, “You Surcadian, are not worthy to know or gaze upon my true form, but I will give you my name, Aoenverla”, The sound of the voice’s name echos through the room causing it to start violently shaking as it slowly smooths to a stop.
Richter slowly recovers from the shaking as he asks, “Well then Lapokertarian or whatever you are called, what is this place you’ve brought me to”
“My name is Aoenverla a name you’d do well to remember, and all i simply did was bring you to a realm called The Source a infinite plane of existence that lays parallel to your world.” The voice booms. “Well why the hell did you bring me here, so I can hear your obnoxious voice all day till i decay?” Richter would say, “Incase you haven’t noticed this place isn’t really the best world to be in, it’s dark, clammy and overall just boring”
The voice coughs loudly (her?) voice exclaiming, “I have brought you here to test your worth, to see if you are a being worth of wielding the holy power of Renovaia”. That word, “Renovaia” it’s always been a source of pain for richter after all it’s what has been attacking his country via the people using it, the very same source of power that tore his entire world upside down.
“I refuse, I don’t need that power” Richter said as he slowly stands up, “Go to hell for even suggesting that to me” as he says these words, golden chains wrap around his arms and legs suspending him into the air, the chains linked at his arms and legs heated up greatly burning his skin, as Richter yells in pain a figure from above comes down. A tall woman with silver hair and skin akin to gold, her long flowy dress sprinkled with assortments of jewels as she floats down in front of Richter, hovering just slightly taller than him, “You know nothing of hell young Richter, but if you survive this process it’ll come soon enough” as she materializes a glowing orb, it’s iridescent glow providing a large amount of light, almost mesmerizing.
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Richter’s thoughts began to drift from resistance to acceptance as he saw the orb, it’s glorious curves, it’s warming glow providing a nice sense of heat in this cold place. “Wh- what are you doing to me”, richter says his mind feeling foggy. “Shh young Richter you will know soon enough” as she slowly goes behind him ripping a hole in the back of his shirt, “You will see soon enough” as she forcefully stabs the orb into richter’s back as it gets absorbed into his skin the searing pain of the orb burning through his back so hot and painful he couldn’t even muster the strength to scream
And for what seems to last an eternity the searing pain grinds to a halt. The woman known as Aoenverla slowly shifts to see Ricther’s face as she slowly tilts his head up inspecting him, “It seems like you were a failure just like the re-” Suddenly ricther’s hand broke the chains grasping onto her neck choking her, “WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME” Ricther’s voice echos through the source shaking it, the very same as Aoenverla did. The woman would merely smirk and say through a strained breath, “It appears I was mistaken you truly were ready to inherent the orb” as she slowly fades into light, while her voice echos “I will be watching you closely, Void Walker..’’
As Richter’s body is suddenly pulled towards the ceiling of The Source as a giant eye opens up it’s Goldish Blue eyes seemly absorbing Richter. As he jolts up awaken in a bed. The room’s green walls surrounding him, with the smell of cinnamon and tea filling the air. “Can I please just stop waking up in random places for the love of all that is holy” Richter says as he slowly gets off the bed yawning.
“Good you are awake” A familiar voice says
And there stood, the one, the only, Major General Feng Li-Han