Another Blank Page (Who Am I?)

...The Promise?

Elizabeth Amaranthine.

Alexander Michael.

One is God's oath or God's promise.

One is a co-authored existence.

I am a simple girl, living a simple life. Supposedly. But then one day I awakened to the fact that dreams and reality has a thin line connecting them, forming an in-between. The horizon.

I, unluckily, got stuck in that.

How does it feel seeing the past, present, future of all beings?

How does it feel to walk through the apocalypse and hear the shrill cries of people burning?

How does it feel to enter the "Red Room" and come back out unscathed?

How does it feel to walk the stairs of heaven and go back down to purgatory?

It feels like you're drowning, water fills your lungs and every breathe feels like your last.

But it's not.

It feels like needles prickling every cell in your body,

The shivers down your spine?

It wasn't love, stupid. It was a call from the roots.

Wake up, it screams.

Now, I tried to do all that I can to not seem like a crazy person.

Therapy: check!

Medications: check!

Exercise: check!

My therapist even said that I'm not sick... Anymore?

But is this a sickness that is understandable in this human, physical realm?

I sound crazy insane, right?

I feel like Constantine, trapped in a battle between heaven and hell.

A powerplay.

So, what am I?

Who am I?

Truly.

I am but a mere storyteller.

I traveler lost in realms that shouldn't have been known.

This is a story of souls.

I am also the soul collector.

It started with a tree.

Some say it was the tree of life.

Yet to some it was the first.

The tree of knowledge.

Protected and guarded by both light and dark.

Not to be held, not to be touched, not to be eaten.

And yet, someone dared.

It was ignorance. Or was it curiosity? Or was it bliss?

The adrenaline of doing something no one ever did.

Come, take a bite.

The tree was witness to a lot of lives.

A lot of lifetimes.

A lot of coming and backing of souls.

The travels.

The challenges.

The pains.

The tree saw it all.

Yet it was silenced.

Unable to heed a warning.

It should have been given a voice,

Otherwise, this wouldn't have had happened.

I would have been free.

I would have been.

Elizabeth Amaranthine. The promise.

The seed that was supposed to be planted to change the world into a new one.

One wished upon by angels and demons alike.

Equality.

Maybe not all. But still.

There, I got caught in the middle.

As an entity caught up with another entity.

I was supposed to be a side-character. I wanted to be one.

Just a tree on the stage.

Yet, it wasn't the role given to me.

I became the voice giver and the voice taker.

I gave voice to entities that doesn't have vessels.

And I took back their voices when it became overwhelming for me.

And now I feel haunted and hunted.

Alexander Michael. The Alpha. Now howls for the moon.

For it aims to claim the seed.

Your seed. Yours truly.

Damn it.

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