A dozen lifeti's worth of despair and loneliness filled his entire being, obliterating his carefree thoughts, leaving behind only the cold anguish in its place.
But instead of breaking down like he would normally do, his existence felt sharpened and determined. He wanted to escape! To never feel such things again!
Feeling like he was standing on the edge of a cliff, with nothing but cold hard boulders behind him. Threatening to push him off. To push his sanity over the edge. There were hundreds of voices telling to persevere, to push back the boulders behind him. Claw your way through the rocks if you have to, just make sure you don't fucking fall.
Evin followed the voices' commands and fought against the pressure. He hoped that the pressure from the World will fall with ti, but his hope was dood to shatter soon after.
Among the voices that told him to persevere, a voice in there sowhere kept saying that he should just fall. Leave everything to fate and live on as so mad child, blabbering on about so made up world called Earth. His sharpened mind was losing its edge quickly, constantly dulled by the weight of depression and the occasional blows from these voices.
The World's pressure was imnse and unyielding. It threatened to drown Evin's thoughts, trying to replace it completely with a disheartening form of manic depression.
Evin's counterattack was also imnse and unyielding. But unfortunately, it was finite and weary. Before the gate of sanity in his head broke down, Evin let his thoughts wander freely as an attempt to distract himself from the pressure.
'Sure, I live as a madman, free of worry and pain. Only caring about perfecting my inner bubble. But what will I do after I die? But what happened after I die? Spend another 300 hundred years dead and hope for another 'god' to take notice of ?'
'No. I can't'
'I'll burn this damn World down to its roots, if that helps see a way to save myself from that outco!'
'But what am I supposed to do?'
So part of him understood that he just had to leave the World, but his instincts told him he would surely lose control during that lapse of concentration.
'Leaving the World is, for so fucking reason, extrely hard when I'm under pressure from the World'
If Evin did nothing, he could persist for a bit. But eventually, he would have to succumb to the madness. Or he could try leaving, and maybe he will have a 5 percent chance of succeeding.
'Honestly, five percent isn't that bad. That's basically one in twenty! And honestly, even if the chance of successfully leaving was 50 percent, I'd still be shitting my pants here'
'Wait, how do I even know it's five percent, anyway. It's just so number I found likely. Icould try leaving, but the chance might have been zero percent and he would have been oblivious to it. Well, honestly, I'd probably be too insane to care at that point'
'Silver lining, though, is that I'm probably getting used to the pressure of the World, if I'm getting the leisure to joke around'
Evin found that letting his thoughts wander helped him greatly in distracting himself from the World's pressure. He felt proud of himself, thinking of such an ingenious solution during such dangerous monts.
He soon realized that the pressure was getting much more bearable. It was still there, definitely. But before it was like a mountain, now it seed like a truck. It was still heavy, but definitely much easier. And it was getting smaller and smaller.
'What the hell is happening?'
A few monts later, the pressure completely disappeared and Evin finally found a chance to let his frail and tired body fall to the ground. Wheezing and sweating.
A minute or so passed until Evin could catch his breath. He sat up to look around and find a gigantic wooden table in front of him.
'By the Empress, that must be the fanciest table I will ever see in my wretched life' Evin thought.
As he dipped his toes in many fields during the long ti Evin spent as a specter, he could tell the extent of exquisite craftsmanship that went into this work of art. Every board was aligned to the milliter next to each other, with each and every one of them sanded down to perfection.
The ornants on the desk were a mix of Oriental and Western designs. Oriental, because the wood itself creates a nature based shape that depicted a look of natural balance. Western, because the various small decorations surrounding the desk was a mix of minimalist and baroque techniques.
It gave off a conflicting feeling, but nonetheless, it was interesting to look at.
But the principal attraction was the base wood, made of so magical material as the grains and random knots on the wood showed what looked to be an electrical current running through them. Sotis, random sparks appeared, and a popping sound entered Evin's ears.
A calming sensation filled the weary soul, similar to how one would feel when watching the crackling of fire.
As much as Evin loved to keep staring at the table, his attention was drawn to the man sitting behind the desk.
A man with sharp features stared at Evin with an expression that was a weird mix of curiosity and indifference. Like the man had finally found sothing interesting, but could not help but think it would disappoint him again, like all the other things that grew uninteresting to him over ti.
He wore a jacket with so dark-colored embroidery over a white collar, with a similar styled suit draped over his shoulders. He really looked like so mafia boss from a movie. And instead of those wannabes, who would look like kids wearing oversized clothes, the look suited the man to the tee.
'Funny how he would look like so mysterious bartender in a rundown bar with only his jacket, while if he wore his suit, he would just look like a notably hot middle-aged man,' Evin thought.
But Evin supposed that the man would find it hard to look normal with his sharp glare that emitted that a dark purple glow like so kind of phone screen.
'Why the hell does everyone in this world have shiny eyes, shiny stones, and shiny fucking wooden desks?!'
'Why is he wearing a suit in the middle ages, anyway?!'
'If you're going to make go through this another world bullshit, at least do it properly!'
'And where did this desk ca from anyway?! Did you fucking carry it here to look cool?!'
Evin's playful side reappeared, as if that desperate situation that he had just experienced was nothing more than a bad dream.
Oblivious to the child's inner conflict, the man broke the silence in the World.
"Welco to my World, little guest from Earth. I am nad Two Tales"
'The World Authority? Wait, he knows I'm from Earth!' Evin thought, creasing his brows.
Without minding the child, Two Tales continued.
"I'll keep it short, don't bother speaking. Normally I would show up before you when you beco a much stronger mage, or at least beco much more proficient in the magic of my World. But sadly, old protocols can't keep up with new circumstances.
As you've seen, the Worlds draw out certain emotions from deep inside you. The Storm brings out your desire to be free. The Light shows your desire to be acknowledged and loved, while Space reminds you of your sense of belonging in a place.
And sadly, my World draws out the deepest despair and pressure that lives in the subconsciousness of its guests. For soone like you, it's practically your worst enemy.
But us Authorities are fair. Especially and Twelve Jokes. The others show bias towards their kin, but it is at an acceptable rate.
I will grant you a benefit until you are 15 years old. Until then, you will feel pressure from the Worlds only from the events that happen in Alvox. Your mories from Earth shall not affect your experience here.
You must have many questions. But I'm afraid you will have to find the answers yourself.
But... well, it mostly depends on your choices.
I hope we et again. Now rest"
Without giving Evin any chance to utter a word, with a dismissive glance from his eyes, he sends the child back to Aran's house again.
Evin wanted to get up, but he was too tired to do so.
The familiar scent of Liza's cooking enters his nose. Voices of his mother sounded like warm lodies to his ears. Evin felt safe in the warmth of his surrounding environnt. Not the incomplete way he usually feels, but truly safe.
With his eyelids feeling like the heaviest things in the universe to him, blissfully, he passed out on the living room floor.
'Feels almost nostalgic' was his last thought before he fell into dreamland.
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