Figment

Prologue

Eight disasters, intertwined by my Imaginer, are what brought me into this world.

Each one is a strand that would inevitably keep me connected to him. Zeal Phantasia. The boy at the center of the intricate web.

These pivotal moments in time had to converge in flawless alignment for my summoning to take place. Each shimmering thread was delicately woven by fate's hand.

The Disastrous Web

Strand 1: Volcanic Eruption

In a world of light and shadow, love survived. It was a love so powerful it seemed to set the very air aflame. And from that love, two new flames ignited. Twins were born amidst molten chaos. It was an explosion of death and life.

Strand 2: Tornado

Twins, with a bond so strong even the sun and moon felt envious, were separated. Zara swept up and away, left a pain that destroyed any happiness in its path. Her brother was left to a world devoid of its color, its meaning, its joy. For the first time, he felt lonely.

Strand 3: Ice Storm

Born in a realm of molten rock and fiery eruptions, the five-year-old boy lived in a world frozen and fractured. Icy crystals spread across his mother's heart, keeping all warmth for him trapped within. She drowned in the depths of her sorrow and abandoned her son to his.

Strand 4: Drought

His father's heart was a barren land, longing for his daughter's return. His lips whispered her name like a farmer's fervent prayer for rain during a dry spell. His eyes searched for dark clouds in a cloudless sky. In that relentless pursuit, the boy faded, parched for his father's love too.

Strand 5: Sinkhole

Then one morning, the boy now six woke to find his mother and all her belongings gone, as if the ground had opened up and swallowed any traces of her. He wondered if he was so unlovable that no one would stay. Hugging his teddy bear, he cried himself to sleep. It was the first, but not the last time he would do so.

Strand 6: Thunderstorm

Next a drunken mind conjured an illusion of Zara across a busy street. And like a bolt of lightning, a man was struck by a car. The impact of his body echoed like the clap of thunder. Glass shattered, falling to the pavement like rain. Death took away any hope of the boy seeing his loving father ever again.

Strand 7: Flood

But then the cruelty of hope came like a downpour. He found a new family in the parents of his mischievous friend. They adopted him and showered him with love. He felt safe, cared for, and appreciated. He was flooded with love after having gone so long without.

Strand 8: Wildfire

Then hope died. Flames devoured everything, leaving only ashes, bones, and echoes of the past in its wake. Tendrils of loneliness tightened their grip on the boy's heart once more. Death wondered what would kill him first: the sorrow suffocating his tender heart or the smoke smothering his lungs.

These are the conditions that brought me into this world. These are the events that sealed my fate.

The monsters lurking in the light taught Zeal to fear the cruelty of life. Then summoned by his fear, his pain, I came.

I came as a blanket of darkness that wrapped her arms around him in comfort when everything around him was trying to burn him.

I am Enigma Saiya. A girl born of shadows. I was brought into this world from his imagination. A figment summoned to lend comfort to her imaginer's dying mind.