The Immortal's Warrior The Coming Storm

Prologue

Aetherial, white haze. That was what the world was, what everything was. There was nothing else. One, two, three speaks, a million. Infinite. Never ending and eternal. It was all one place, and an endless place, where point A and point B were both point C, yet separate. Nothing changed and nothing was the same, where time didn't exist yet what was there had been there throughout all of time. Or had it? Was there a beginning? If there were, would there be an end? Questions, there were questions in this endless rift, this place between worlds. But that means it isn't a world, right? If it is a place between worlds? More questions, aetherial, white hazes weren't supposed to be able to have questions. Nor were they supposed to recognize that. What did that mean, then? Was she not this white haze, then?

She.

She was a she. At least she thought she did.

She thought.

She definitely wasn't the aetherial white haze. That made her something different. Something more? All she ever had known was this white haze, all she had ever seen. Or was it? Had there been a time where there had been more? Did this use to be a world? Was it destroyed? How did she survive? Something told her that it hadn't a been a world, this was the way it had always been. So she fell in? Pushed in? Trapped. She had been trapped here, that seemed right.

So there was something more, more than what she knew but that she didn't. More she was supposed to know. But couldn't. Why?

Maybe it was time. Maybe it existed. It had to, for her to have a beginning, for the world, she was no longer in to have a beginning, and for her to have been there but not anymore. Things didn't change when time didn't exist, so that meant time had to exist. Otherwise, how did she know of the concept?

She blinked.

She could blink? Yes- she could. She blinked again. That's right, she had a body, a form. Physical, unlike the aetherial, white haze. How had she forgotten that? She could move, couldn't she? Though, she couldn't think of a reason to do so. What would it accomplish? Better to be still, conserve her energy. At least, that was the first thing that came to her mind. An explanation, or something she had decided long ago. One of the two.

How long had she been in here?

There, something in the haze. Something else, floating on through, floating, because there was no ground, no up or down. Everything was floating, all the nothing the haze had inside it, the nothing besides her and this 'something else.' What was that something else? It stopped; it paused? Did it look at her? It began to get larger as it swayed back and forth, up and down, moving closer, definitely moving closer. It had a form, like a human though it definitely wasn't. It had two arms, two legs, a head- and a tail? But it twisted and turned in ways that a body shouldn't allow, its upper body rotating in an endless spiral while its legs kicked again and again as if they were swimming through water.

"They? Yes, I am a 'they.'" A voice said, breaking through the fog and haze, forcing it to part to reveal the speaker, the 'they.' They were little more than tight, grey skin stretched over a feline-like skeletal frame with withered ears, sharp teeth that was revealed in their stretched smile, pulling so far that she thought its skin ought to tear. It also had grey, short fur all over its body, though, missing in areas where its skin brushed against more skin, such as the sides of its body and undersides of its arms. Its feline head then twitched to the side. "I mean, hey, if you say that I am a they, who am I to say nay, eh?" The creature then burst into a fight of laughter, dissolving into smoke and mist yet still visible as it moved around her. "Ah, but what am I truly, you must wonder? The answer has not yet been given, but clues have. Can you figure it out?"

The creature, again, burst into laughter, cradling in on itself from its own amusement before its lower body began to swim around again, but its upper body placing itself firmly in front of her. "Worry not, little Lightening, you shall know, and when you do, when you know what you need to know, we shall help you. But for now, I've found you too late. Your time has already expired here, you have already broken free."