I knew what I was getting in too. Could that stop me though? Never, my curse- My sacrifices, must be done. No matter the cost. In this lifetime or the next.. I am to die.
You think me foolish? Mad? I am not. I was born to die. I never thought it would be because of this...
Stop! I know what you think.. You think I am making this up? Or maybe I am just dramatic huh? Well, my story does not begin in this blackness... this abyss. My story begins where every story begins. In the past.
I was a careless child, thought not of anything in the world. I was reckless, and that is what killed me first. I walked the hollow roads, the towering trees around me. My protector, my older brother, stood behind me. His voice was dead too, no emotion in them. He never showed emotion.
His job today was to teach me how to use my gift. I hated it. The way everything worked. The hum of the world slowing down, the pound of my heartbeat as it roars. From the simple fade of my surroundings to the emptiness that stretches before me.
You would wonder my power. Could I teleport? Control time maybe? Even drain life from someone miles away? Ha! So many possibilities. What you forget is power can be strength, but it can be weakness too. Anything you see, hear or touch can be reborn as something different. Anything can change. But never the future.
What the cruel world offers is fate. Destiny. We are trapped in time, and in ourselves. This is my death.
You ask how does this relate to my death? Oh my, you have so much to learn. For I am the gateway of prophecies, the end.
