Mistakes

Prologue

Zicar was a villain. He was. But then he was killed, and after waiting millenia, was brought back to life. He needed an anchor, a living, moving creature. Most Resurrections preferred to use animals, and that was when they were visiting their family in spirit, as they made for easier manipulation subjects. But a simple animal was not good enough for Zicar. Being honest, I don't think anything was good enough for Zicar. But he decided to settle on a human, a creature of brilliance and wits that can think for itself. Not the smartest move Zicar ever made, I can assure you. He forced his way through the Gates, using every bit of strength to burst through the Wall into our Reality. The proper reality. The exhaustion he had stirred up during his break had been pummelled into our world, taking the form of natural disasters. Tornadoes, tsunamis, every evil and passionate feeling in Zicar's body had taken a toll on our world. (Of course, since he was where he was, and was dead for as long as he was dead, the disasters had been spread out over a humongous time field.) We had paid for Zicar's misdoings. Zicar had then taken the form of a regular mortal, carrying on as if nothing had happened. Something had happened, of course; Zicar had bent time and space, reproducing himself as another being.

Now, this wasn't fair in the slightest bit. But think like this- somewhere, out in the world, a dead man is strolling around, without even a flicker of guilt about the people he killed, the person he had possessed. He had ripped out that poor mortal's soul, and replaced it with his own, without even thinking about the mortal. He had ruined that mortal's life. Perhaps it's family's. But did Zicar care? No. Zicar only cared about one thing- himself. No one in the world suspected he was a Resurrection. Except me .