Inktobertale 2021 : Compilation of novels

2nd of October : Price

I was born in the Doodle Sphere. I think.

I don't know when, my memory is horribly bad.

But what I remember often begins with...

Nothing.

Just white outside, and white inside. 

It was the Doodle Sphere, and it was me. We were the same.

Blank, empty, boring...

Forgettable.

And then something happened. Something colorful.

It fell on me, and splashed the whole Sphere.

And we stopped being blank. We stopped being empty, we stopped being boring.

We stopped being...

...

It was beautiful. I could see what was there before but invisible.

Worlds. Similar on the aspect, but very different when you looked closer. 

Beautiful.

That's when I understood who I was. I was the guardian of this beauty.

I had to make it remain pure, unaltered by outer forces, so it could develop by itself.

And that no one would ever forget it.

And that no one could ever forget me.

But one question remained unanswered.

Why was I like this ? If they, the original components could feel...

Why was I cursed to drink paint to be able to imitate them ?

I assumed it was the price to pay for my role.

But I met others like me, out of worlds, protectors, and they had a soul. They had true feelings.

What had I done to deserve this ?

What had I done to be like this ?

Nothing, maybe. After all, how could have I done anything before I was born ?

Still...

That's a severe price to pay.