The war had started at the behest of the elves when they were still one people. The First Children spoke of the great devourer, the herald of the end that would consu all things and leave this world a shriveled, cold husk of rock. They predicted that Mana, the god-gift which flowed through all things, the giver of life and the hope of the future, would be ended by this grave new threat.
- On the Cataclysm by an unknown Quassian Scholar circa 103 AC
The place between dreams and reality is where the mind can wander freely, unencumbered by the constraints of this world. It is a place of boundless imagination. There I had flown over vast endless plains of grass filled with giant majestic animals, walled cities filled with stout armored knights, and a great blazing desert populated by monstrous worms that could swallow small suburbs whole. A cold breeze played across from the open window, bringing with it the sounds of an awakening city. The radio blurted out the morning news, the announcers' sonorous voice filling the emptiness of my small single room.
Lately, the dreams have been growing more vivid, more real, I mused as I forced myself to get out of bed. I almost tripped over a pile of books in my rush to the sink to brush my teeth, only correcting myself by flailing my hands to keep balance like so dented cartoon character. Staring into the mirror, I turned once more to the dreams; how stimulating would it be to live in a world like that?
After my morning toilet and getting dressed, I had a quick search in the mini-fridge in my room. The investigation revealed a half-eaten chocolate bar and a loaf with mold rrily growing on it. I quickly scarfed the bar down while hurriedly placing the moldy loaf in my bag along with so books that I would need for the day.
Moving to the door to leave, I noticed a new letter from the managent company of the building. I already knew it was going to be asking to pay this month’s rent which was two weeks late. My last job didn't pay as well as it had promised, so I would have to beg or borrow money from friends this month; or, heaven forbid, from my parents. Always I wondered how the managent could charge so much for such a terrible room. There was a leak in the roof and the room was permanently damp in winter.
Making sure to lock the door, I decided to take the long way to school through the park. I passed a jogger going the opposite direction who was determined on destroying their eardrums with the loud music blaring from her headphones. For a mont I could be sure that I heard the sound of an army marching to the beat of war...when the wild neigh of a warhorse was abruptly replaced by the harsh honking of a car in reality as a stray cat crossed the road.
Snapping out of my episode, I crossed into the park and was greeted by familiar birdsong. Few people used the park at this ti in the morning, and for a few precious monts, it felt like this section of the park was truly mine. Lately, I had the recurring notion that my life had been spiraling out of control. My recent break-up had done more damage to my confidence than I cared to admit, and it had started to affect my studies and my part-ti job. I replayed in my mind the phone conversation with her again, my curt "Okay," before putting the phone down. Should I have begged instead? Bought a present with my non-existent money? Round and round the scenarios swirled.
Torturing myself with these thoughts, I continued walking through the park until I reached a small pond. Ducks swam lazily across the brown surface, quacking and occasionally diving down to feed, tufted bottoms in the air. I noticed a few indistinct shapes of fish lurking in the murky depths. Reaching into my bag for the moldy loaf, I began feeding the ducks and fish.
A frenzy of activity whirled wherever I threw the bread, and I smiled as two birds squabbled over a larger piece. I was just about to throw another piece when a large shadow appeared beneath the birds, a shape growing so suddenly I was forced to step back in surprise. Sothing flew towards and I instinctively closed my eyes. I could have sworn I felt water graze my cheek, but when I opened my eyes there was nothing but the peaceful scene of ducks and fish. Shaken, I quickly threw the rest of the loaf into the pond and took off.
Feeling disorientated I hurried to my lecture, making it with a little ti to spare. I had few friends and none of them had chosen this particular course, so I found my customary corner near the back and sat down to prepare. My mind began wandering again to the dreams and my encounter in the park. Overactive imagination, I thought to myself. Too rich a diet of video gas and fantasy books.
The history lecturer’s loud voice, as it had done so many tis in the past, brought back to reality. I loved the subject and had already looked over the section of the text we would be studying, but the lecturer on the podium’s voice was just so monotonous. Ever since primary school, I had been gifted with great teachers who made it one of the more enjoyable subjects taught, but it seed that I had lucked out in higher education. It required morization of facts and dates, but the main difficulty was giving these things life through good prose that answered the limited number of questions that could be posed in a concise manner.
Here again, my mind was wandering. An errant thought drew to picture fields of the most brilliant erald grass, a viridian sea swaying softly in the wind...
Grass...? I could hear the whispering susurration of each individual blade dancing to the cool spring breeze. The taste of the crisp clean air pervaded my imagination, a striking contrast to the acrid aftertaste of the city. I saw a small hill with what looked like a large acacia tree overlooking it, a vision that would make for the most perfect of landscape pictures. I yearned to go there, and one step later I was...back in the lecture hall as the lecturer continued listing the reasons for the fall of an empire.
I listened with half an ear to the lecturer, occasionally casting a glance at a girl a few seats away on my right. Hair like burnt gold cascaded around her shoulders and frad a heart-shaped face with eyes of cornflower blue. A cute button nose, a little upturned, was perfectly positioned above blossom soft pink lips. I knew her na as I had heard her friends greet her once before, but I never had the courage to introduce myself. Sighing, I entered an almost zen-like autopilot for the rest of the lecture, my subconscious taking in all the relevant data.
After the lecture finished I checked my titable on my phone. The next class would be in the late afternoon, providing a little ti to carry out a few errands in town. With a smile, I was reminded that I had scheduled to play a ga online with a friend later in the evening. It was so difficult recently to find ti to do things together as we both lived in different ti zones. But first I needed to go to the post office to pick up a package.
Whistling an off-key tune I made my way to my next destination to find a long lunchti queue had already ford. Patiently, I waited in line, part of the tune on endless repeat in my mind. Finally, my turn had arrived. The cashier was a bespectacled mousy woman of middle years, hair tied in a tight bun with small streaks of gray just beginning to appear. She pretended to carefully check over my details before handing a small brown package and an invoice for import tax. I grudgingly counted out the necessary money. As an aside, I asked her the cost of sending a package back to its country of origin.
With a sigh, clearly already irritated by my presence, she replied, “Well, you will have to choose between...”
“Choose!” a voice thundered sowhere behind . Eyes wild, I turned searching for the source of the voice.
“...will be more expensive but faster...” I half-heard the post clerk continue.
“Choose!” the voice thundered even louder, and this ti there was a burning sensation in my heart and lungs. It felt as if chains were constricting them, squeezing ever tighter. I leaned against the counter for support as I tried to desperately breathe. “I did take my dicine this morning, didn’t I...?” I panicked before rembering my rush to leave early. Screaming a silent "No," as my eyes glazed over and I began to fall to my knees. So of the people in the queue behind rushed to help. The last thing I rember was the clerks' change of expression from annoyance, to worry, then to perturbing awe. As the pain beca too great, I felt sothing important give way inside.
This is what death is, I thought to myself, as I felt a sensation of falling. I was traveling through a place filled with a bright incandescent light before I was wrenched into a brand new reality. Suddenly next to was...the girl from the lecture hall? Cornflower eyes once so warm and soft now seed cold, and the lines of her mouth and lips had beco hard and unyielding. A wave of disorientation passed over and I could hear a ringing in my head before her features fully shifted. In front of now was the perfect ideal of classical female beauty, like the ancient Greek statues of yore. It felt so strange, yet sohow absolutely right. As if this was fated, like the final piece of a puzzle finally slotting into place.
A perfect veiled symtry of face and form. Piercing cobalt eyes both familiar yet utterly alien under sheer cloth were frad in a delicate, now oval face. Her loose gown, similar to a roman stola, billowed slightly as if floating in the water around a more luscious figure. Beneath a lovely high nose, sensuous lips stained crimson hinted at the beginning of a playful smile. With a rising sense of panic in my throat, I began to question what this experience truly was. The encounter was so distant from anything I could have ever imagined in any vapid daydream.
“You have been chosen,” the figure intoned with the lightness of an angel, yet carrying an ominous echo of ages long passed.
Through so intangible power, I sank to my knees, overwheld by a mixture of absolute reverence and adoration. I could not bring myself to raise my head. I am not a religious man, but a small corner of my heart communicated that I was in the presence of absolute divinity.
“I am justice and you shall be my herald. All that you do will be in my na. You will be the avatar of my will,” the goddess proclaid, for there could be no doubt that she was indeed a goddess.
My heart missed a beat with every exclamation, and I could do nothing but bow under that divine gaze. Still, where bravery failed, panic and fear rallied.
“Why?” I croaked under the weight of the holy countenance.
“You have been judged and have not been found wanting. A life lived without sin and in service to your fellow man. A soul that is compatible with our needs. Forged anew to be a tool of the righteous. This will be our covenant,” she stated in a voice filled with total control. I felt a burgeoning sense of excitent and forced adulation invading my inner being. But still, the fear remained in the leftover hollow places of my soul, crying against the wrongness with every beat of my heart.
A soft warmth spread throughout, every fiber of my being was filled with purpose, and every word struck my soul with the force of a hamr.
A look of puzzlent crossed her face for a fraction of a fraction of a second, as if she was analyzing all that stood before her. A hesitant smile tinged with sorrow grew across her face and once again I felt my soul rise with joy as tears tracked their way across my face.
Lifting my face she spoke unto , “But, let it not be said that there is no justice without rcy. Though it will cost greatly, you will be given a day to face the trials to co. I am Avaria.”
The last utterance was said with such lant that I was filled with nothing but a deep sha; a feeling that a being such as myself was unworthy of such benevolence. Slowly I felt the warmth start to fade from my soul as my dream began to fade back to reality. The peace was followed by a sudden and jarring sensation of falling...
The idyllic dream and sense of complete fulfillnt were then utterly shattered as tendrils of shadow ripped through what felt like infinite universes…stabbing into my very soul, and drawing into a gaping void of utter darkness. Flailing my arms and legs around, I sought a way to escape whatever dire fate awaited . The tendrils originated from a giant maw that grew ever closer as it drew steadily in. I struggled more, howling animal noises as I devolved into an absolute panic. I sought the calm within the storm. A flash of understanding swept across my mind as the tendrils bored ever deeper into my being; I was Avaria’s chosen. 'The goddess would surely not abandon ...' I clutched to this fleeting hope before it was swiftly snuffed out as I was finally pulled with a sudden force within the maw.
My being was stretched and compressed before finally being spat again into the void. Darkness was so absolute that it was more than just the absence of light. As primal fear finally overca I sensed a consuming presence. I could feel it breathing behind my neck, yet suffusing all around ; a paradox of being. Yet the embers of divine revelation still flickered, and sowhere I found it utter the word,
“Who...?”
A voice rumbled with laughter which betrayed an infinite slowness of eons and the volu of a teor impact.
“What are you...Are you a god?” I squeaked as fear once again ruled my soul.
Laughter sounded again that evoked images of barren deserts and the death throes of dying stars.
“I am not a God,” it intoned, followed by a pause which held the ti of the rise and fall of empires. “I am a higher Truth. The final Truth of all things.” It spoke as I felt my very sense of self shredded, rewritten and analyzed again and again.
“Avaria is a re mortal and flawed concept. She has Chosen and Claid, but in her rcy broke the Rules. She thought to safeguard you from my brothers and I, to gift you enough sweet precious ti to ready yourself for the great trials. What a foolish child, to think that we would not notice. No respite can be given in the rules of the great ga. I claim you now, child of Earth,”the voice exclaid with all the dread of a dying world.
Sibilant whispers skittered across my mind intruding upon my consciousness, shaping it so that I might better understand the being and prevent my mind from shattering against the cliffs of insanity I now stood upon.
The whispers, echoes of the great being, spoke directly in my mind with voices like sharpened glass. Every word was a lesson in pain.
“We will gift you nothing but our curse. We care nothing for your success or failure. We will simply try again as this mont will fold into itself once more. Know utterly the futility of your existence. However, we will curse you with that which so often shapes mortal existence. I give you pain, as a small reminder that here you exist for a blinking of an eye to the eternity of the cosmos. Take this and know a fleeting joy, mortal. The pain I give to you, you will give to others, as is the nature of your being. The pain will guide your growth in your new world, guide your understanding. An endless spiral of lost energy to chaos. As it once was, so shall it all be again,” intoned the being.
Then an agony filled across long monts, flaying the fibers of my soul. All thoughts of the goddess burned away. A mont stretched across infinity. And all I could do was hear the hollow laughter of a thousand uncaring gods.
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