The Fighter

Chapter 1

Stars blurred as they spun past her - a myriad of colours flashing, swirling around her in a dizzying, dreamlike state. So similar, so similar to something - she knew not what. Black. Cosmic black, as soft as velvet and perfect as night, a backing to the mystical lights that surrounded her. A void of beauty and colour - and voices.

They came to her, floating through the Cosmic black. The stars moved to let the sounds past, to let the voices reach her. They were worried, nervous. Angry. She strained forward, trying to reach the voices, but the colours swirled, cushioning her, and she fell backwards. Every time. Well, not backwards. Not falling, either. She didn’t know what she was, or where or how. She knew very little - the stars a careful blanket around her mind. Soft. Heavy.

She didn’t know how long she’d been here. She didn’t know how long she would be here. The concept of time had left her, along with space and gravity. Sometimes, she would wonder who the voices were, and who she was, but never for long.

Long - she’d been here a long time. Maybe. No, she had been. Such a long time. It hurt. No it didn’t. Nothing hurt, not anymore. Maybe it had hurt. Before. If before had ever existed. No, it had. She was sure of that. Something had happened before this - something big. Maybe she had caused it. Maybe it had been good. Maybe it had been evil. She didn’t care. Yes she did.

A wave of frustration washed over her, but it quickly dissipated, the tension that had swarmed in her chased away by the colours. Her thoughts were not her own anymore. Yes they were. She was so confused. Why? She didn’t have anything to be confused about. She just had the stars, the colours, and the infinite Cosmic black…

The colours that blanketed her mind soothed her emotions, washing her away into an eternal stupor, while the voices muttered and argued, debating issues she knew not of.

She would go somewhere. She knew that. Wherever she was, whatever she was now, it wouldn't last forever. She'd go somewhere - back, maybe. To wherever she had been, whatever she had done, she would come back to it. Or she would leave it forever. Was that a good thing? She didn't know. She would go somewhere.

But until then…

Until then, she drifted among the stars, and into the Cosmic black.

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