The Book of The Fool

Just A Random Beginning

Maybe it was just another issue. Maybe another day, then again, it was the familiar feeling of the place he was constantly. The constant passage of time was a thing people had normally come to understand, yet the fact was still the same.

The story continued, the story came to a end for one chapter, yet it was, for some, continuous as ever. For our resident Protagonist however, Arno was soon busy debating on one important factor that was on his mind constantly. 

"What should I eat today?" He asked himself, as he was on top of a building in a random city he found himself in. It being New York, but considering he had been traveling a lot, and going to different worlds, thanks to a certain way of traveling, which is just him making it so he can travel through different worlds by the usage of his powers, plus a combination of being powerful at a young age is basically a thing he often seen now.

A sigh escaped him, as if he was sighing at the current dilemma, he debated on wondering what to eat, due to his rather unique circumstances, of being what he is... or rather, the thing he is. Perhaps it was best for him, since living a rather quiet life seemed to suit him best. Even if the questions he often asked himself were mainly things no one really put into thought about due to the constant hum and drum of life.

Life.

Arno stopped. A silver of emptiness crossing his eyes before he thought to himself, 'Right... the thing I swore to protect... is the thing that makes me realize I'm just alone.'

It was ironic really, for all the things he had done for others, he hardly ever cared about himself. Then again, it was his way of viewing things for the world he had decided to live on was like that. People constantly fighting, hating, even more.

All he wanted to do is be Kind. Always try to be nice, but never failing to be kind. Words that took him till his multiple "Deaths" to understand properly. Words, that continued to even get to him, even with his own age. He only had himself to blame for not understanding what they meant, but given the constant, hell, it was nothing more than him acting out.

Being God, was nothing more than a punishment. Being the Devil, was a restraint. If you had asked Arno, if he would end up becoming either of those, he would've laughed in your face about it. But look at where he was now? Just someone who was both, yet the conscious effort was there to main the balance he had strived to keep. The constant reminder of it all, was etched into his being like a painful yet true reminder.

Being a God, or Even The Devil, was nothing more than a strict path forward. Forever unchanging, in the endless waltz known as life.

A dry laugh escaped The Fool, yet the laugh was devoided of any humor. The thought of it all coming back to him as he looked towards his hand, thinking, 'The Omniverse gave me the sight to see whatever else I wanted. The differing worlds, the differing lies and truths... I'm glad I was given the chance to experience it.' His line of thinking ended there.

It wasn't a surprise, considering how many different people had ended up being called "God" or even "The Devil", even if they weren't a Demon, Arno had ended up meeting them and seeing how they ruled, did make him glad to see the people who had believed in their own truths till the end, even if it became their own undoing.

'Then again, I am not much better myself... all because I kept losing people.. yet because of said people, I can be better.' He thought to himself, keeping a pair of headphones on his head, as some track began playing, the calming sounds of jazz playing through his mind. He was glad for all the music he had discovered during his travels, they became one of his many hobbies to help calm himself.

Yet as he looked open at the vast open sky, to the worlds above, and the places below.

A single thought came to his mind.

"I am Ready. For The Universes beyond, and for ever as long as I can extend a hand, even if I go down as a monster.... I am ready."

And he was gonna make sure to go beyond, despite his own vulnerabilities, his own insecurities, despite what he is.

He was gonna move on forward, despite being what he is, whether as a God, or even as The Devil, or even The Doctor.

He's just Arno, and that's what he will continue to be, no matter whatever identity he has now.

END.... (?)