Rewriting Seven Years

1. Giving Five

As a kid, I watched television religiously, and the media always showed me, the viewer, that dark coloured characters were bad and the light was good, that the world could be explained by the feeling of everything being black or white. Just like the invincible Star Wars franchise having a dark and light side to the force, but always regarded one as bad and the other as pure. Sadly, those feeling transitioned into my life—I owned toys that I played with whenever I could and I separated them by the shades of their colour, the white one was the highest power of good, and I made it so all the others looked up to it. To the dark green one, it was considered to be the worst in existence ever since it was the closest thing I had to black at the time.

But I grew up and learned otherwise. Retconned their whole social appearance and tried to rewrite the wrong I believed in. Seven years it took me to realize, and it is taking me even longer to inscribe it. Now I've flooded my world in revitalizing waters and began to drain it to explain the story I truly wanted to tell.

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As the water became level, two figures emerged. One white and cold as snow, the other tall, green, and bearing a scaly texture. Both stood like hunched statues, with their heads down and their eyes cold and lifeless. They were willingly frozen, emitting no free will. There was bewildering silence. Nothing moved, as if time had stopped, or if it had never started.

Both figures faced each other. They could not perceive where they were, nor did they have the capacity to think.

A mighty breeze stirred and the white figure jiggled their arms forward. They shook their arms softly. The breeze was an omen, allowing the two figures to control senses locked by the world. For the white being, the omen unlocked feeling, allowing them to feel their body and gently move their limbs. The omen began to shove against the white being, throwing them off balance.

For the green being, the omen allowed them to think. They thought out loud, but the noise did not come from their mouth.

"Where am I?"

The white one shook their arm again as if they could hear the other, but that was the only action they could perform.

The wind became disturbingly strong, but both figures didn't move an inch. The white one's eyes gleamed like searchlights—they were light blue but filled with life. The omen unlocked the white figure's sense of sight and they saw. They saw the barren soil below their own two feet. The ground was entirely grey with rough textures. Their eyes could not move, but they could see—a stale image presented to them. The wind stretched into view behind the vision of the ground. The colour was alarming, blue like a stream of energy or a vanquishing soul. The wind grew stronger as it flowed closer to their body. The wind wrapped and spiralled around the white body—after each rotation, it swirled before wrapping again. A second passed before all pain filled the white entity. Its body jolted back and forth and its eyes blinked rapidly. No eyelids sealed its eyes, they only flash on and off, on and off. The white figure let out a painful exhale as the wind threw them to the blackened ground.

Their white body moved, for they finally controlled theirself. They looked around, seeing theirself as more colourful. It was shocking, moving their blue and white body and hearing the joints of their body clunk. Seeming robotic, but it was real flesh.

Unalarmed by their unnatural body they peered over to their green counterpart, still hunched over. Unreal as they stood, seemingly frozen. The white one saw vines wrapping around the green one's lower body. The white one rose and stumbled towards the other.

The green being thought hard. Every thought they could have exploded in their head. The knowledge caused them severe pain until they captured a single thought, where. "Where am I?" They called. They didn't think anyone heard him. Was it a him? Or them? Two thoughts clash against each other and every thought erupted again. More and more thoughts entered their mind, and they could not handle it all. Through it all, stumbling between recognizing as him and they. He thought he could not make it. Every time they heard HIM or HE, more painful thoughts flooded their head.