Alagaësia's Rising God

Prologue: Wait! Did I really just die!?

"Hurk!?" I groaned as I was suddenly jostled about by the many denizens and hordes of people who rushed, walked or strutted by me as if I were phantom merely there. The person who shuffled passed me rather hurriedly appeared foreign. European maybe if not then possibly Jewish? "Hey! Whatcha who's foot you step on or next time you'll be stepped on!"

The middle aged man stopped and turned to face me, a swear, curse or whatever it was they were prepared to say ceased and died quickly on their lips as their eyesight rose several inches up. My stature easily imposing as I stared back mutually peeved about my brand new Orion Blue Air Jordan sneakers. "I just bought these some time ago and you step on another man's shoes! How about you hold still with I test my stomp on your toes?!"
   My stride was somewhat long, but a power was held back severely in each step for fear of me suddenly sprinting towards the smaller man. Whom still booked it? He ran from the entrance to the outside rather quickly where a taxi cab was already waiting. It drove off rather fast which I thought over briefly for, before giving it not even an afterthought as the man wasn't worth my time.

   Slowly taking my time to the exit as well, I paused to wipe the very faint mark of a shoe from atop my own footwear. Swearing under my breath about some people, foreigners and rude little men.

   Just as I exited the entrance area of the twin towers, someone else bumped into me, sighing in exasperation. I turned around slowly, calmly even tho my left eye was twitching a bit crazily! I turned to find one of my oldest friends!
   Jake Johnson! He was an even six feet tall and had a similar body build to me, the only difference is his genetics were gifted! So naturally he didn't have to work for his body.

  That was something I was always jealous about. He was a darker skinned dude, black if you me to be blunt. But we've been friends since we're were seven and eight years old respectively!
   He could eat almost anything he wanted and never gain any kind of body fat! Any extra weight that he did gain was quickly converted into muscle mass.

"Wait up John! You can't leave without me you big olf!", Jake yelled a little as he got closer, his full body business suit seemingly straining to contain his muscle mass! It was a tight fit and snuggled up in places I'd otherwise not mention!
   Aside from him, I was in casuals, wearing a pair of Hawaiian floral printed shirts and a button up thin Tshirt.

   The top three buttons undone and the last one as well. Showing off my bugling pecks and the bottom of my six pack. I was well out of my comfort zone and place as I stood out like a neon blue thing in a valley of forest green thumbs.
        I was here as moral support for my long time friend. He'd been there when I was at my first interview a few years ago. I was still with the same career, a technical engineer who applied for advanced mechanics and space station designs for NASA. It took weeks of several different interviews and many other test were actually involved in said interviews as well. It was almost literal hell.

  Anyway, me and Jake were a few hundred feet or so away from the front entrance, before we both heard a loud whirring and whining sound? Looking up quickly gave us the answer to the offending sound! It was a passenger plain literally just crashing into the left most tower. Near the mid-ways point of the tower! It exploded mere seconds after impact and the tail and wings fell down on either side of the tower!
         "Holy Shit John!? Run! Run from the tower!", Jake screamed his head off as he told me to run, but did the exact opposite.
     He instead ran towards the tower ushering anyway who wasn't far enough away back inside. Telling them to run inside to the opposite end it the crashed plane above. Saying they'd be safer and to look for a rear exit.

Doing his usual heroics I dumbly stood where I was, staring up at the falling debris and steel beams. Idly wondering if I could block or support the weight of some of the falling materials.
         Several large beams struck down, stabbing the earth and concrete like giant spears by and away from me.