Mystic - EN version

PART 1 : Awakening - Chapter 1 : Void

She was wondering what she was doing there. Everything around her was empty and white. Not the slightest sound, not the slightest movement. Not a sign of life. And what about her? She was staring into the emptiness before her. Who was she, why was she there? She didn't know. She could have tried to get out of this place, but what was the point? She might as well have stayed here. No doubt no-one was waiting for her outside.

She closed her eyes. In her head too, everything was an unfathomable void. Not an image, not a word.

There was nothing.

She had no memories.

In this space of whiteness, she could do nothing, not a movement, not an action. She couldn't even speak. Nor could she sigh. Was she even breathing? She wasn't sure, to tell the truth.

She had imagined that this place was the afterlife, but her conscience was telling her that it wasn't. She was still alive, at least for the time being. She didn't know how long she'd been there, but perhaps she was dead after all? She had no way of knowing that either.

Then she opened her eyes again and saw, stunned, a shape in the distance, a black rectangular silhouette in the immensity of white. She couldn't make a single move, not just because she was stunned, but simply because she was incapable of doing so. She couldn't feel her limbs at all.

Was she going to stay like this, staring at this rectangle of a door, if it really was a door, for the rest of her life? If she was still alive, of course.

Then she saw it. A figure, who appeared to be a man, was coming towards her. He was coming ? Yet he shouldn't have been able to move in this void. He walked towards her, and yet he seemed to be moving backwards.

"Unless he's doing both."

After a long moment, he arrived in front of her. He was tall, so tall that she had to lift her head high to see him, except that she still couldn't move a limb. And strangely enough, all she could see of him was a dark silhouette.

- You're awake," he said in a hoarse, distorted voice, as if drowned under water.

She remained silent. How could he speak when she couldn't?

- Come with me.

She wondered how to explain to him that she simply couldn't. Without waiting, the man took her by the arm and pulled her away. She thought that the void would resist, that this man wouldn't be able to take her, but it wasn't so. He dragged her behind him as easily as if she'd been made of cotton. Then she noticed that she could move at last and wiggled her wrist. It was sore. Did that mean she'd spent a lot of time here? On the other hand, she still couldn't speak. Perhaps it was fear paralysing her tongue?

- Let's go," said the man.

He gripped her arm even tighter and pulled her towards him. Then he pushed her ruthlessly into the doorframe. The girl's eyelids closed as she fell forward, plunging into the darkness, losing consciousness, her body heavy and her mind empty.