Universal Journey Across Multiple Worlds
Zreiouys was bored. He had heard his uncle’s stories a thousand times before, and he knew them by heart. He knew how the old gods came to be, how they ruled over the higher dimensions, how they created and destroyed countless worlds and civilizations with their whims. He knew how they were immortal, invincible, and indifferent to everything but their own existence. He knew how they had three genders: the its, the hes, and the shes. He knew how each of them had unique and incomprehensible powers and abilities that defied logic and reason. He knew all of this, and he didn’t care.
Chapter 3: The First Encounter
Zreiouys emerged from the crack in a different world. A world that was unlike anything he had ever seen before. A world that was full of noise and light and movement. A world that was alive.
He found himself in a large city, surrounded by tall buildings and crowded streets. He saw vehicles of all kinds, flying and driving and hovering. He saw screens and signs and billboards, displaying images and words and symbols. He saw people, lots of people, walking and talking and laughing and crying.
He was amazed. He was overwhelmed. He was scared.
He didn't know where he was or what he was doing. He didn't know how to act or what to say. He didn't know how to blend in or how to stand out. He didn't know how to be human.
He tried to calm himself down. He tried to remember what he had learned from his dreams and nightmares. He tried to mimic the behavior and appearance of the people around him.
He failed.
He looked too different. He sounded too strange. He acted too weird.
He attracted attention. He aroused suspicion. He provoked hostility.
He was chased. He was attacked. He was hurt.
He ran. He hid. He cried.
He wished he had never left his uncle. He wished he had never come to this world. He wished he had never been born.
He was alone. He was lost. He was hopeless.
Until he met her.
She was a girl, a human girl, about his age. She had long brown hair and bright green eyes. She wore a blue jacket and black jeans and white sneakers. She carried a backpack and a smartphone and a smile.
She saw him hiding in an alley, bleeding from a wound on his arm. She approached him with curiosity and kindness. She spoke to him with words and gestures.
"Hey, are you okay? You look hurt."
She touched him with her hand and felt his skin. She gasped with surprise and wonder.
"Wow, you're cold. And smooth. And...sparkly?"
She looked at him with her eyes and saw his face. She smiled with delight and admiration.
"You're beautiful. And...different."
She asked him with her voice and her mind.
"Who are you? Where are you from? What are you?"
He looked at her with his eyes and saw her face. He felt something with his heart that he had never felt before.
He felt warmth. He felt connection. He felt love.
He answered her with his voice and his mind.
"I'm Zreiouys. I'm from the higher dimensions. I'm an old god."