Chapter 6,
When I came back to the sanctuary, I found a book in front of me. I pick it up and tried to open it, but it wouldn't open. Instead, the thing started to burn and I dropped it in front of me. A hologram appeared in front of me, a woman who looked Taisakranian like me.
"Is it working?" she asked.
"Yeah," an off-screen man said
"Well, hi! My name's Rachel and all of this is a bit weird but the people called Koredons wanted me to record it just in case. I guess the humans' creation was a bit difficult and the gods made them a little bit different and unpredictable. Anyways, if the human race does get the chance to visit other worlds then I hope we won't mess it up. If we do something terrible though, then remember that the human race is only confused and can always be a positive thing. As a big whole group we can be pretty menacing, but individually we are all unpredictable. I guess that's all for now, thanks," she said.
The hologram disappeared and the projector started cracking and exploding. I stare at the projector and wonder if maybe she was right. I saw how the human race acts as a big group, but every person is different and I'm sure that some can be sources of kindness. I just wish more people would learn from them more often.
For a while I couldn't sleep. I don't know where my father is, I've experienced a holocaust, and I don't know what to do next. I stayed at the sanctuary for a few days training and studying family history, but I don't know where to go from here. However, as I was practicing my summonings, the mist started coming toward me. I open my arms up and close my eyes. I didn't know how much I missed feeling the mist on me. I couldn't wait to find more leads on my family, but then again, I was also scared. What if the place the sanctuary's taking me is like what was happening in the anthropomorphic dimension? I wasn't sure if I was ready to endure something like that ever again. I open my eyes when I didn't feel the mist against me. I stood on what looked like a cloud and see warm, sunset-like colors mixed in the clouds all around me around me.
"Cyrus Koredon?" A person in a cloak asked
"Yeah?" I asked
"Come with me," the person said walking passed the clouds.
He looked pretty sketchy, but since I don't see anyone else to guide me, I followed him. Passed the clouds was a place that looked exactly like my dimension, Taisakran. It all looked medieval though. Stone pathways, big castles, smaller homes made of cement with straw roofs. I ran up to the cloaked person and started talking.
"Hey, where am I?" I asked
"You're in heaven," the person replied
"Heaven?" I asked in surprise, "that can't be right, I haven't died yet"
"Apparently you have. It says in the archive that you died from battling with a Kevin Koredon," it replied
"But I-" I stopped myself. "Ok," I sighed, "then, who are you?"
"I'm a reaper, keeper of the dead," the reaper replied.
I walk for a while until I started hearing a strange voice inside my head.
"Cyrus, I know this may sound weird but I'm in Hell. If you want to see me then ask one of the reapers to grant you access to The Underworld," it whispered.
"Um, can I ask a question?" I asked
"Well, you've already asked two, why not three?" The reapers said
"Can I go to The Underworld?" I asked
"Why would you want to go to The Underworld?"
"I need to see someone. I'm not sure who but I really need to," I pleaded.
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The Prophecy
FantasyWhen a fifteen year-old boy named Cyrus ran through the fires that burned down the farm he lived in, he learns that there's much more to himself and his family. Once he finds out that he's a Koredon, his dreams of becoming a true hero are starting t...
