1 The End is Just the Beggining

Let me begin this by telling you, that this world is amazing. This world was filled with wonder and magic of which only the imagination could even begin to behold. i wasn't originally born to this world. my luck was never that great, though looking back, that might not be exactly the case in others eyes. You see i was born on earth, in a small town. things were boring, always bitterly boring. modern technology had made life to convenient. despite being of the next generation, I absolutely despised it. I had longed to see the past, live the way my ancestors lived. People laughed or thought I was out of my mind to think this way. You see earth was boring, this world Mythra was everything I wanted. imagine literally the perfect fantasy world, with every bit of lore and magic stuffed inside it. I wouldn't of ever even known of this place if I hadn't of died. a small blessing in disguise I guess. kind of weird to say, but its the truth. my life truly didn't begin till it had ended. I remember everything about my death, but before that a bit about me. I was nothing special on earth, in fact I was bullied from the moment I stepped foot in school. days were an endless cycle of torture. I was different, outside of their norms. I never let it break me though, I smiled through the pain. my mind always remembered this experience was not a forever thing. I could be great despite the things they had said about me. rumors constantly flew around because of my health. That I was in fact a delinquent, a thug, and a down right disgrace to society. I was absent more and more towards the end. my health chipped away, as if my very body had given up before my spirit had. eventually I was confined to the hospital for the remaining three months of my life. hooked up to machines and monitors, constantly getting stuck and poked by doctors. Eventually becoming numb to the whole thing. my cheery disposition replaced by depression. I knew I was at deaths door. then one day a girl about my age, (17), appeared. she was quiet and only seemed to watch me from the corner. constantly twirling her long silver hair. staring at me with her ruby eyes, she always looked sad. like on the verge of tears sad. one day I had had enough of her just staring at me, I waited till the doctors left the room and then I asked.

"Are you here for me?" my voice barely had the strength to be a whisper.

her eyes widened for a second as she studied me.

"You can see me?" her voice was soft and slow. like she was thinking about every word.

i nodded.

"Yes. i am here for you. your time here is almost up. i wonder if he ment for you to see me?" she seemed to puzzled.

"Whose he?" I asked.

"God of course." she giggled.

her eyes fixed on me.

"Are you ready to go? no one to say goodbye to?" she seemed concerned.

"Im all thats left of my family." i mumbled.

her face looked even more sad. she wrapped her arms around me. her cold skin felt amazing on my feverish skin.

"Then lets go meet god shall we Damien?" She whispered in my ear.

The world begun to spin extremely fast, darkness began to envelope me. i was cold, so cold. The darkness was consuming, almost maddening. i felt like i was falling. i tried to yell, however no sound came out.