Pip’s Beginning

He saw it all.

His Grief .

His happiness .

His humor.

His Lust.

His Greed.

His Hope.

His Ambitions.

His Weakness.

His Anger.

His Dreams.

His Loneliness.

It was so wide. His Loneliness. He could feel it's depth even from here.

From the side of death.

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Pip wiped his eyes. It was heavy. Ahhh, fuck. This was heavy.

He huffed and looked at the flower that had shown him everything he was.

He couldn't explain it but he knew it was the flower. He could simply feel it. It's overwhelming power that had pulled him from his corpse and gave him knowledge of self.

"So?" He asked.

"What's next? "

The flower stood.

Above the white endlessness that stretched endlessly a small turn began. It increased and stirred fervently then stopped.

A large opening that showed him another world.

An image popped in his head.

Of a dastardly, dirty, no good bastard and a quest he would go on through the land.

He didn't like the man, he wasn't like the sad man he was moments before that had taken his life.

He was worse.

This was the bargain huh.

He knew it would be difficult. He did. But in this blank state devoid of moments, pains, and negativity, he could only see the beauty in life.

He would try again.

The flower bloomed a little wider and he could swear he saw it smile.

Then he was zipped up and pulled out with a sensation of speed that smacked him in the face and a bright white light  that flooded his vision.

His closed his eyes ready for the world to come.

OI!!!! The smell of onioun and yams assualted his nose

" Get the Hell up ya damned rain bellied bastard. They're coming! Grab your fuckin blade and grab some briches for pissing in!

It's time to dance!”