So new author here, with my first story so much obliged for criticism on how to improve myself and my writing.
So without further delay enjoy.
Darkness, the vast abyss of bloody nothingness.
Yet strangely enough considering the situation nothing seems to be staring back at me; or any movement sort at all for that. It would seem to me that I am alone here, doomed to wait here until the heat-death of the universe when I can finally depart.
Or perhaps I'm just being melodramatic over my death. I presume I have died or maybe my life was just a dream and I'm finally waking up.
No that's stupid. I'm in an abyss of bloody nothingness, obviously I'm some new Eldritch horror spawned in the darkness outside the universe.
Huuuuh, my god it's hard to stay optimistic when I'm just some random floating entity in the middle of nowhere. Why did my nice normal life have to end so abruptly, so much stuff to do in a lifetime of procrastination that I had planned out for myself, losing that kind of life it can almost bring my nonexistent body to tears.
But then without any warning a man's gravel-voiced suddenly came from my mind.“Dear me, why is it that I always get given the weird ones to process.” The strange man's voice unwarrantable complained. “Now you can be amazed or you can be awed, but I need you to be quiet for a moment while I'm busy reading you.” Which he began in order almost as if reading from a list or book biography. “Name Mathias Percy, home Earth; a primitive place.”
“Hey that's were I lived!” I try to voice my complaint but just as soon as I had thought those words his pressure hit me and OH GOD THE PAIN!
“When I say be quiet you be quiet!” His voice echoed throughout my mind and thankfully dulling the pain in the process as well.
“Now were was I, oh yes the primitive planet. Now then blah blah blah 19 blah blah blah slightly capable blah blah blah ah here it is destined life. Now then let's see what your life should have been.” After several short seconds the verdict was here “That's interesting, it says here that you were meant to live a long and happy normal life.” Then with the clear sound of a book shutting in the back of my mind he continued on with his analysis “Well it would seem that Fate has once again killed someone and now I have to deal with her mess.” He added with just a hint of bitterness in his voice “Again.”
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Once the booming voice in my head had stopped his monologue I decided to ask him a simple question. “Who in God's name are you and who is Fate?”
“Why I'm God, same with Fate, but were just two God's out of many others. But stuff like that you'll soon find out in your new life.”
A New life? My interest was piqued. I ask in the most excitable voice my subconscious could bring up. “Do I get to chose anything in this new life of mine?”
“Of course not” The gravel-voiced man replied almost as soon as the words were thought of.
So with my interest now deflated, I ask him in a much more monotone voice “So is there a reason why I can't chose anything?”
He began in a surprisingly somber voice “Sadly there is. The amount of people who's fate is taken from them by Fate's whimsical moods means we can't go out giving superpowers to every Tom, Dick and Jerry who's life have ended prematurely. It would cause chaos in the universe. Only the most exceptional of souls get that privilege these-days.”
I try to sound optimistic but my voice fall's flat. “So all I can expect is a new normal life then?”
“Oh me, I forgot you were a slight pessimistic after reading you.” The in a much more relaxed tone he tells me “Although you won't get any fancy superpowers, your normal life won't be the same as before.”
Which cheers me up slightly. So I ask him; in a surprisingly calm tone. “How will it be different?” And from within my conscious I hear a chuckle followed swiftly by his answer.
“You'll soon find out when you enter the world of Sehrli!” His voice booms as he says the last part.
Excited I say “What is Sehrli and how is it different” I get another chuckle and my thoughts begin to slow down and the already dark abyss seems to get darker.
“You'll have to find out by yourself since I have other people to process and time is short.” But just as his voiced drifted off and I began to drift off myself I heard him whisper almost directly into my mind. “When you come of age come to my temple, it's the one dedicated to Fortis and if you ever so happen to come to my holy place tell the High-Priest there these words; Fortis est melior quam Troll diligit Pacem.”
And with those strange words etched into my mind, my conscious drifted off.