I...I am tearing apart. My body, my powers, everything’s gone. Emotions, the ones I had long forgotten, resurfaced. Anger, anguish, even sorrow, they all clawed my heart but there was nothing, no one I could take them out on or share with.
It wouldn’t have been a problem though, nothing could possibly have been a problem, if I could just feel that presence again...feel her presence again. Right now, it took every ounce of mental fortitude I had to keep me sane. Never once had I thought even I could feel loneliness.
I have been falling for eons now. No control over this form, a void taking the place beside me, the place that was never meant to be a void.
Am I even alive?
At first I could see stars, galaxies and lights but after a while everything around me became dark. My form...my true form is gone, a hunk of silver light weaving through emptiness is all that's left.
Mighty Adron Athav? My fate wasn't any better than that of those I slayed.
After what seemed an eternity, I saw something: a cascade of light. Streaks of light passed by me, every hue I could think of. Having seen nothing but darkness for an eternity, even I was mesmerized by that beautiful sight.
More so than its beauty, my heart was comforted by the affirmation of my existence. I am alive!
I am alive!
Not just the ghost of a fallen god.
They were the people called “Heroes”. After death their souls rise to the heavens. These guys were going to the place I was banished from but that didn’t matter right now.
Being able to see this shower meant the place from where they came was drawing near.
Earth is nearing.
Finally, it came to view, a blue sphere. It wasn’t anything significant and there were seven others, much alike, that revolved around a yellow star. Normally, I wouldn’t have valuated this planet worth a second gaze but it was going to be my home-so I scrutinized every sight that came to view.
From a distance, I could see the uneven land. There were four continents that covered a significant part of the surface. Then there was a huge congregation of ice at the farther pole of the planet, I wonder if it’s natural or made by some... someone? Earlier, I could have wiped this planet off with a snap but now, when I am most probably going to be far weaker, if there was someone that powerful here then that spells trouble.
When my incorporeal form descended into the planet’s atmosphere, it travelled across the land and in the oceans. This planet, this world was excessively unbalanced, very diverse in every sort.
Although the majority of the population lived underwater, a certain species that seemed to have drastic influence on the planet comprised people they called humans and alike.
Having vaguely seen this world, I wonder how I would manifest here. A severely weaker form of my previous self is what came to mind. Well, I know many other ways but I’d rather stay optimistic.
Then I-...my form got really close to the surface in a settlement that seemed vastly underdeveloped compared to many others I had seen but my attention was caught by a rather amusing group. It was a human offspring buried in the ground upto his chest surrounded by three others. I could understand their language, which wouldn’t have been something worth mentioning if I weren’t stripped of my powers.
"Oi, staying down there all night?" A boy with blonde hair cackled. He seemed to be the leader of this bully entourage.
"But...John you are the one who trapped me here." The boy buried in the ground grumbled. Most of his body wasn’t visible, but I could make out his silver hair and emerald green eyes, and the rags of the clothes he was wearing.
"Wha? Trapped you? Whoas the one tha forgot he shan't mess with John?" A disgustingly round boy gagged while munching something in his hands.
"All I did was ask for my jacket back." The boy tried to contain his tears as he spoke. Not that I care about any of these bugs, I was surprised to see that this boy was worrying about a piece of clothing in the state that he was.
"Right. This?" John sneered as he held a jacket aloft and then threw it in front of that boy, then he stepped on the jacket as he walked away. "Bran, Nick, come on. No point wasting our time with this turd."
"Aye" The fat boy yelled as he spat on that jacket that was laid on the ground and started walking with the other two.
I could have sworn the buried kid shot a fierce glance at John before the latter placed his hand on the ground without looking back. It loosened enough around the boy for him to scramble up on his feet.
The trio rambled back towards the village while the boy was pathetically trying to wipe that jacket clean with his hands, stifling a cry. Sad as it was, I just wanted to move on to the next place this body of mine would take me.
Wait, I'm slowing down? No, I've completely stopped! I didn't notice before when I was looking at them but I'm no longer drifting. Now I'm just floating here.
Don't tell me, no what the!? Why the hell am I going towards that piteous thing?
"No!" I cried as I was reminded of the one thing I knew more pitiful than the boy now in front of me.
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