I Am Human

My Name Is... (NEARLY FINISHED YAY)

There, on the highest mountain of the brightest realm, with a farmer's scythe glinting in the sun at his side and a beautiful horse, as white as bone, behind him, was a figure resting in the shade of a willow tree. He was not doing anything extraordinarily interesting. He was not eating or moving. In fact all he was doing was watching the sky and lying still, strangely still. He was still enough to be considered dead, which, if one were to look into his eyes, would have been perfectly viable to think. It was hard not to appear dead with eyes as dull and grey as his, eyes that did not show rage or sorrow or excitement. Eyes that were as empty as loneliness and bleaker than the grave. However they were eyes nonetheless, and they saw. They recognized beauty, and they allowed him to witness the majesty of a realm as gorgeous as this one. So however his eyes seemed, they were his and he was glad for them, they allowed him to see, and to perceive, and what he saw, what he experienced, was everything.

He could see without seeing. He saw every soul in the universe held together like a string, intertwined with thousands, no millions, of others, and he felt, he held in his own soul, the far end of the rope created by all that string. Each piece connected in some way to him. He knew so much, and even with his limited experience, he could answer most questions directed at him. But unfortunately there were questions he could not answer, that he wished he could see the solution to, and the foremost question on his mind was one that would be asked forever. Why? Why did he perceive everyone? Why was he given the choice of what to become? He did not know what he was, because what he was he had not completely decided yet, so there was no way of knowing what he should have been. In fact there were many things he did not know. He did not know his first name. He did not know why he was created. He did not know why he was given the powers he had. He did not even know where he was, because, like him, where he was had not been decided upon either. All he knew, was that he was surrounded by beauty, and he did not even know why.

He held out his arm and a graceful blue-winged insect landed on his hand and he could not help but almost laugh at how he seemed to himself at that moment. Of course he did not know any of those answers, no one did. The only ones who knew anything were monsters who could destroy everything, and they would not tell a soul. No, this was the beginning, and it would not do for people to know too much just yet. That day would come. So, resting there in a realm created before Heaven or Hell, he relaxed, and stared at the first sky. The first but not the only sky. By now however, it certainly was one of the most amazing, as clear as a drop of pure water and turning many beautiful colors as the multiple suns of the world set. Seeing all of the colors bloom before him made the figure smile. Colors had always been one of his favorite concepts. There were so many symbols and thoughts they could represent, so many ways of combining them and so many different shades that could be put together to form truly wonderful images. Yes, he liked colors, and he was glad that the sky above him was beginning to fill with them. This would be one of the few times the man would consider himself to be content, and also one of the last, for three monsters stood behind him in the shade of the willow awaiting the decision that would change his life, and the lives of all others, forever.

However, that decision could wait just a moment longer. He would have the rest of all time to act upon it, so why should he be hasty now? No, better to just relax and think his little thoughts of the world. So he closed his eyes, letting his mind drift to the roles that he possessed, and the ones that he would obtain, not because they would be given to him, but because he would choose to accept them. His eyes opened for an instant to glance back at the figures behind him. These were beings who became some of the most powerful in all the worlds by simply making a choice, just like he would, but even being among them and becoming one of them as he would, it was obvious that he was once again different. His presence was one of pure darkness unlike their own. Even the brightest realm of all dimmed due to his presence, and the path he walked was strewn with difficulties that could not be matched by any of those surrounding him.

So he stayed silent, opening his eyes to watch the sky, and enjoyed peace for the few minutes he could, and it was not until the final sun had begun to set on this bright realm that he spoke. "I have made my decision."

With the silence finally shattered, the ones behind him looked up, they had been awaiting this since they had met.

The largest of the three responded. "And what have you decided?"

Power began pouring from him, his mere presence affecting the entire world, eliminating all color from the sky. "I have chosen my name."

"And what shall be your name?" inquired War.

The hooded man stood up, taking his scythe in hand and looked at the massive soldier. "My name is Death."