The Supreme Puppet

The Supreme Puppet (Vol.1) Chapter 1: The Puppet's Awakening

There was darkness. Nothing but pitch-black darkness. I felt nothing. No sense of cold or warmth, comfort or discomfort. I didn't feel anything at all, and I didn't really care. This darkness...this abyss...all of this doesn't mean anything to me. My existence...I don't know who I am or why I'm here, but I don't care. This was all meaningless to me.

Suddenly, a tiny white spark appeared in the pitch-black darkness. It was small, nothing but a dot in the vast shadow. Yet, it was bright and warm, almost beautiful in a way.

I stared at it, mesmerized. What is this light...? I thought to myself.

The spark glimmered and it started to grow. As it expanded, growing in size, it became hotter and brighter. Then, in an instant, that white spark transformed into a white flame. The flames came towards me and engulfed me entirely, blinding me in pure white light.

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"Hm..." A soft and gentle sound came from my mouth.

I slowly opened my eyes, and my vision became clear. I found myself lying on a metal table, inside of a large room made of dark bricks, staring at the ceiling above me. A faint light emanated from a warm fire nearby illuminated the dark room.

I could hear something clanging, echoing throughout the place, a noise I've never heard before. It sounded like something hard hitting against something else.

Suddenly, I felt something beside me move. I was confused, wondering what it was that was moving. As it continued to move, I eventually realized that it was me who was moving around.

I could move. I could see and hear. For the first time, I could feel myself and everything else.

"Hm..."

I sat up from the table and looked at myself. My body was constructed out of wood and metal. Every part of my body, from my arms and hands to my legs and feet, was connected piece by piece.

I moved my hands for the first time, opening and closing them, turning them back and forth. I did the same with my feet and legs as well. As I was fascinated at myself, a white strand came over my shoulder from the corner of my eyes. I touched it, finding more white strands, realizing it to be my hair. On the surface of the table, I caught a glimpse of my own reflection, finding myself to have blue eyes and the face of a young human woman. I touched my face, opening and closing my mouth and eyes. This was all very new to me, very strange.

"You're awake," a voice called out to me.

I turned to see a figure wearing a black cloak, standing in front of an anvil and furnace. They turned around and took off their hood, revealing themselves as a young man with purple eyes and long black hair tied in a ponytail. He had a pair of goggles over his head and wore brown leather gloves over his hands. Underneath his cloak, he had on brown leather clothes, which had a few tears and patches on them.

"It must be confusing seeing all of this for the first time," he said. "If you're wondering who you are, you're a puppet. You're in the Forge, where I work and create many of my weapons, tools, and equipment."

I glanced around the Forge, finding an arsenal of weapons hanging on the walls. There were staves, swords, greatswords, axes, hammers, and many more. Nearby, there were two stone furnaces alongside an anvil and a shelf stocked full of different materials.

"Are you able to speak?" he asked.

"Yes," I replied.

He smiled. "Good." It was my first time talking. The man in front of me seemed happy that I was able to talk to him.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"I'm your creator. The one who made you," he answered. "As for my name, you can call me Blacksmith."