(Prelude)
The Awakening
An anguished cry echoed throughout the ethos. Indescribable sounds of agony engulfed her mind. The voices filled with despair pleaded for mercy, not for themselves, but for others around them. Elaine recognized these voices, yet unsure of their origins, she lay there in this unavoidable void engulfing her entire being. Was this real, or some type of lucid nightmare. This feverish feeling lasted all but a few moments, but to Elaine it felt like centuries had passed. She started dreading if she would ever again wake to see her beloved parents, friends, or her overly energetic mutt, who always waited by her bedside in the morning. As the devastating noises polluted her mind, she couldn't help but cling on to these fond memories in order to compose herself and remain sane.
Just as her mind began to shatter a bright figure emerged from void. Her eyes were fully drawn to this unconceivable being. Every time she blinked, at least it felt like she was blinking, the figure seemed to change. Translucent with the void surrounding her the being shining black outline continued to morph infinitely between creatures. Some she recognized, but most she did not. A large bull-like creature with an overflowing tail overlapping its body, began to shift into a two-legged, winged reptile. As Elaine attempted to process what was happening before her own eyes, the being spoke in a language she never heard before but understood entirely.
"You have been chosen." beckoned the void.
Chosen? What did it mean she had been chosen. She tried to voice her uncertainty; however, she could not find her voice. Startled by this sudden realization, Elaine began to panic, she started to shake uncontrollably, overwhelmed by the lack of freedom within this mental prison. Her head began to feel warm, then hot, the boiling. Her mental anguish was incomprehensible. She felt every cranial nerve in her brain begin to tear itself apart, as if a parasite had found its way into her head. A searing violent pain soared through the nape of her neck, streaming into her eyes as if they would burst at any moment. Parts of her began to leave without her permission bit by bit, slowly fading into the void. Unable to move, speak, or fight against this traumatizing experience, she began to weep uncontrollably. But it was not her normal tears that extruded from her swollen blood shot eyes. It was an ever-flowing stream of silky mist that continued down her cheeks until it reached the bed of darkness resting underneath her shaking body. As the tears struck beneath her, it began purging the eternal void consuming her. The translucent being now taking the form of a giant eye with limbs protruding on every side, began to glow a blinding white light.
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"Your path has been carved, while your fate is not yet written, your role in this galaxy has been decided." The figures booming voice echoed though out her entirety. "Rally others to your cause or decimate all who stand near you, the choice is yours alone. Let your will guild your way and yield to no one, these are the rules you're internally bound to. If you wish to seek answers you must fabricate them into existence."
Unable to decipher the words spewing into her mind, Elaine lay there, semi-conscious. Within an instant the large godlike figure vanished into the ever-glowing horizon. Feeling lifeless, she lay there still unable to move independently. If the nightmare proceeding the translucent being's appearance felt like a century, then remaining time after was an eternity. As her she attempted to reconstruct her scattered mind, Elaine couldn't help but feel exhausted. After the vibrating heat radiating from her skull began to fade, so did the pain. She felt a sense of peace, relative to what she just experienced that is, her body continued to reside on the bright vibrant foundation beneath her. As the aching dissipated so did her consciousness, she then returned to her usual feeling of rest as it washed over her like a phantom wind.