Chapter 6 : Trimentality

It was so dark, the darkness made shapes of mold you'd see growing on old trees in the forest. Besides them being entirely black they were soaked in red, red like fresh blood but far in the distance I could see yellow in the shades of lime.

I'm inside something, living..

I could see blood drops in almost sphereical forms, just that they all had a spiky or a bumpy edge on them. They came slowly floating in a lot of sizes, big as my finger nail to the small size or a dust particle.

I felt very sleepy. My eyelids started to heavily closing down, making me lose sight of the strange scenery...

In the abyss a man woke up and found himself somewhere strange. He had long black hair that covered his right eye and ran down his back past the pits, emo or not his face hidden underneath all that hair looks soft but his eyes said otherwise.

"Afterlife?" He persumed as he stood up from his spot.

He cursed in his head, rotten thoughts formed in his head and hoped that next time when he hangs himself his soul wouldn't survive it.

"Seems like this is a situation only I've read in fictions and mangas. But I'm really not that person." The memories of Arugo and his hero acting ached his heart, never in reality was it that easy to become a hero nor would it be possible to own 1 billion pieces of gold.

"Hope magic exist then, better if I was randomly dragged into a summoning then a reincarnation. Starting over is too hard for my taste." He spatted, noone was here to know what he's really like so he let lose of his bad personality.

There was then a eruge to walk somewhere, into a specfic destination in the endless bright darkness. He didn't think of it as much and followed with the feeling, it was better then doing nothing.

"Mother.." A old man in the abyss opened his eyes and found himself standing in the black of nowhere, everything was endless darkness but unnaturally easy to see, as if a light was shone on a black box.

He grunted, keeping in the nasty stuff of his nose in and wipped his tears from his wrinkly face with his baggy robes.

He narrowed his eyes and looked around, looking hard at his surroundings and muttered to himself. "Where am I? Where is my world?"

Nearly his whole life he spent trying to become a mortal divinity to recreate the 'wrong' world he was born in and was broken hearted when he wasn't somewhere he expected.

Then suddenly there was a thought to walk somewhere, into a specfic destination in the endless bright darkness. He was suspious of the sudden thought and shot his eyes at the edges of his sight, trying to find if there was a being behind it.

"Nothing, maybe it's me then." He whispered and walked forward.

For a few moments in the abyss two figures met each other, rather then fighting or becoming alerted by each others' appearance it was more of curiousity.

The old and sickly man in wreaked old fashion baggy robes was bearing a strange and charismatic air, not the type to bring people apart but together and close to him, but instinct can be tricked by unseen factors.

The young thin and tall man towering the old man by a feet gave a forgettable feeling, giving the imperssion that he'll disappear without a trace. His clothes encourage his aura as it was just plain black and longer then his own limbs.

"Another dead one?" The tall long haired man thought out loud.

"That's right, I've died as well during the ritual. That explains why I'm not where I am not expected to go." The old man replied, but more to himself then the other man.

A sourcerer? The tall man figured out in his head, wondering what has happened to him that made his robes in such a state. Was he poor or did he really get wreaked up in whatever he said before.

The sight of the torn robes reminded his last moments and he grasped his neck, feeling the unnatural narrowed part of his throat. It wasn't that deep but he knew it looks really bad and is probably black in that area.

"Well since we are in the same situation and space, let's know each other in this other realm." The old man said, breaking the silence between them.

Knowing where the old man came from the tall man introduced himself first, knowing about his world history taught him that the olders always had respect no matter who or where they came from. Depending on the situation of course.

This place reminded the tall man of the void back on Arugo, but much more silentier and more unknown so being his real self in a place with a assumed sourcerer is something he didn't want to test.

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"I am... " He hesitated, he never really liked his real name and decided what he wanted to say. "I am Lythwyn." There was a hint of warmth in his tone comparing to his first statment that sounded dead.

"I am 24 years old, or 24 rainy season as you'd be more similar with. I suspect we come from different worlds as noone ever wears robes like yours. So lets get things done breifly but effectively." Lythwyn said.

"I come from a world of no magic. No magical creatures or supernatural beings. I'm not sure if a god even exist but I do know because of that 'my' humans focused more on intelligence then strenght. Creating more advance technology that can even or even beat magic in different circumstances. The world I've come from is mainly populated with humans on besides humans the only smart enough creature to use a tool is, well, a monkey I guess. So you could easily see that humans rule the world with steel machines that could travel around the world, communicate overseas, destory lands and whatnot." Lythwyn casually said in a bored tone.

"No magic? Like in no mana?" The old man question in doubt.

"Don't know if you know, but there's something called science and chemical reation. We can do some amazing sutff with it but you could never call it magic."

The old man nodded and kept his questions aside for later.

"You are right on your thoughts. We are from two different worlds, opposite reality as how I like to see it."

"I am Althanlos, I've lost count of my age but I died to change the world for the better. Never got to see it as I am here right now. I still believe I am an 7-stage arcane master, and seeing how you know the exsistence of magic you must know what arcane is?" Lythwyn nodded at his words and guestured to continue.

"The world I've come from was all about 'strenght', to terrorize and take over. Any man would spill blood just for a bit of food. And so when I had the opportunity to become stronger I took it, but the strenght I dreamt of was never 'this'." He waved over his dark coloured robe with blood on it.

"Now what did you die for?" He asked.

"I died for nothing. I had an obsession and I won't denie it. I didn't have anything to live for except Arugo but when it was gone, there's no better way to live then living with something you love right? So when it was gone I decided to go as well."

Lythwyn story wasn't as tradgic be he had a point, he didn't mention anything about opportunity nor how it was gone. There was no magic on his world so he would have to rely on a metalic object. But then again, was Arugo a machine? Could he fix it or was it something in a machine that was deliberately destoryed and was impossible to bring back? Althanlos thought.

And as if Lythwyn could read his mind he answered it without lifting his eye to Althanlos face.

"Arugo, I had no control in it. A group of people did and I spent practically my life in it so when they decided to shut it down forever I just wanted to die reguardless of what else I have."

They stood in silence, processing the information they have given each other. But during their thoughts the abyss rumbled, quaking under their feet.

A bright light then opened in the sky, far away from reach but big and clear enough that it would seem that you'd see it no matter how distant you are from it.

"Well, this is a bit unexpected but I've read something about this before." Lythwyn said in a almost sarcastic tone but his cold voice made everything he said dead serious.

"What is this?" Athanlos asked in question, unable to take his eyes off. Lythwyn just watched it because it reminded him of reality tv.

A scence was taking place, yes, like a tv. Something was playing in it and it seems like it was a POV of a child getting birthed. Blood and goo covered the screen and a scream drowned any other voices in there.

"Seems like when we were about to reincarnate all three of us came in the same body incidently." Lythwyn answered.

"Reincarnated? Like spawning a creature of another world?" Seems like Athanlos knows what it means, but in a different term. Definitly a magical term.

"Not your term, my term of word. Reborn, a soul going into an infant or souless body, appearently if a infant was able to hold all three of us in, and judging from his or hers' crying the body we're in must be unnaturally spiritually powerful." Lythwyn explained.

"You are.. Your world must be more advance then expected." Athanlos stated.

"Way beyond imagination and limits." Lythwyn commented.

"Oh?" Athanlos let out curiously.

"Ever thought a slim box made of plastic, glass, metal and some electricty can talk, ring, capture reality in a picture, have access to knowledge around the world and more? Of course no magic is involved."

Athanlos went dead silent, the thought of something like that never occured to him in his life and he doubt anyone in his world world would to. "Beyond expectancy." He muttered.

"Besides me with knowledge beyond your world I'm pretty sure you're quite the man with magic. 7-stage arcane master, heard and read that it's pretty deep shi-.. Deep power."

Athanlos nodded and combed his long shriveled beard as he watch the life in the screen take place, remebering his tradgic past.

" 'Knowledge beyond my world'. You know of arcane, reincarnation, magic, and possibly more then great sages who are said to know everything in my world. How is that a world of no magic knows more of it then one that exist with it?" He said with a bit of jealousy, it is quite unfair when you look at it that way.

"Because we dream, dream a bit too much for godsake I believe. But with all the time in our hands and knowledge gained through dreams of others as well, anything could happen within the mind. And even if magic did not exist in my world, we believe it does and thus we create what doesn't exist in ours but does in another. Sorry if it doesn't make sense but I was never the type to make sense in the first place."

"I think it goes the same for me to." Athanlos muttered, a flash of memory came through his head and a demons' hideous face followed after it. "I don't even know why I chose to do what I did back then."

"Well, one advise. Even if you're a sourcerer, even if you have 'real' experience with magic. You didn't even know what that screen was in the beginning I warn you. Don't try of attempting or even thinking of getting out of here, what do you think would happen to the soul controlling the body if you actually made it out?" Lythwyn voice interrupted Athanlos deep self-thoughts.

"Since this body is young it'll get unstable if an older soul took over it, probably the reason why we're both out here instead in there." He pointed to the screen.

"Not only that, the soul controlling the body has a possibility of dying here. And can we really survive in a foreign world where we have no information of in a babys' body? I hate to say it but we'll just wait for a decade before we can attempt to do anything on the outside world."

The neutural agreement between the two was already clear and their communication and understanding of each other was strong at first word. It wouldn't be surprising if they could also befriend the young soul controlling the body in 10 years.