Bridge of the Cosmos

Upon the World's Dias, there sat a ring of great stone pillars wrapped in golden vines. Above these pillars, was a dome of amber, and through it shown a golden light. Nothing touched by this golden light could be destroyed. It was the light of peace, or so some said. Beneath this golden light, there was a table, and at this table sat two opposing forces. To the left sat a golden haired lady, the incarnation of grace and beauty. To the right, sat a figure shrouded in mist, the Lord of Darkness.

"To think the great Lord of Darkness would call a truce!" Lady Lucina exclaimed, "What sequence of events could have possibly brought this about?"

The Lord of Darkness sighed. "I never thought the 'Goddess of Light' would be so quick to revel in our mutual destruction. Stop pretending you don't know. Within the month, this world will have collapsed in on itself, not even our bones will be left to tell the tale."

"Yeah? said Lady Lucina "It's not as if there's anything that can be done about it. Have you finally realized your own mortality? Have you come to apologize for your heresy?"

Lord Nectis put his palm to his face. "I've found a way for us to escape this fate. Sadly, it requires cooperation with you."

Silence pervaded the air.

"Go on" Lady Lucina said.

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Thank you Uncle Andrew! Finally my days of hardship are over! Pulling up to a small mansion, I opened my car's trunk and began to unload. I really didn't have much to my name. My gaming computer, an old coffee machine someone had gifted me, and the normal conveniences.

Today was the day I moved into my erstwhile uncle's mansion. Hefting my bags, I made my way towards the front door. It was a very large door, and somewhat old looking like the rest of the house's exterior. Opening the door, I made my way inside and put down my bags. To the left, I noticed a small table, underneath which was an area to put one's shoes. Taking off my sandals, I was about to take a look around, when I noticed a small note:

Hello Nephew. If you're seeing this, I'm dead.

A tear dripped down my face. Out of anyone in the family, Uncle Andrew was the only person I had ever felt close to. Oftentimes, we would sit on the balcony and talk. It didn't much matter what we discussed, he would always make it interesting. Because he was a bit eccentric, he didn't always get along well with the rest of the family. They were very stiff necked people, and to them Uncle Oliver was the epitome of boorishness. He wouldn't wear shoes, and he refused to eat with a fork. Nothing seemed to bother Uncle Andrew, especially people's opinions. He did what he did, and until he was proven wrong he would keep doing it. People could scream, threaten, and try to fight him, but he simply didn't care.

Ah, speaking of fighting there was that one time... An irate college student, doubtless set off by one of Uncle Andrew's controversial opinions, had tried to throw a punch at him. I'm not quite sure what happened then, but it seemed as if said college student was no longer standing up, but sitting down, and with two broken legs at that. It was one of those memories I questioned the validity of. The pure speed necessary to sweep someone's legs out from under them mid-punch wasn't humanly possible.

Glancing up, I continued to read the note he had left me.

"Remember to take care of my cat, Mr. Whiskers. He only eats Blue Mountain Grain Free Deluxe cat food, and occasionally pickles."

Huh? What kind of diet was this cat on? Pickles?

The note continued: "Oh, and stop crying, it's lame. If you need some cheering up, hold a funeral party for me or something. It will be instrumental in further pissing off the rest of the family. Also, I'll be back! ;D

Well that was rather unsettling. It was always a bit hard to tell whether he was joking or not. Is it wrong that I really don't want him to come back all of a sudden?

Picking up the note, I walked down the short hallway leading away from the front door. On the opposite side of the dining room, was a dark silhouette, sitting with it's back to me.

"Meow!"

I breathed a sigh of relief, it was only Mr. Whiskers.

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As I lay down, I began to have the distinct feeling that I was in someone else's bed. And indeed I was, I was in my erstwhile uncle's bed. The feeling irked me to the utmost, but there wasn't much that could be done about it. His bed was the only bed in the house, and I certainly didn't want the back ache of sleeping on the floor. After a few hours of restlessness, I finally managed to drift into slumber.

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I was standing in a white void. What exactly I was standing on, I wasn't sure, only that it was just as white as everything else around me. Turning around, I saw a massive gate that towered at least a hundred yards high.

Hmmm. That's strange.

As I took a step closer to the gate, it began to open. Slowly and ponderously, it opened. When at last, it was fully open, a beautiful woman stepped through it. She was a golden haired lady, the incarnation of beauty and grace. Slowly walking towards me with delicate steps, trying not to trip over her long dress she looked... Ridiculous.

After about thirty seconds, she finally got to me. The first thing she did was fall upon her knees and say "Oh great and mighty god, would you please allow me and my people passage into your holy realm?"

What? God? I had a realm?

After a second of confusion I realized that I was indeed the ruler of a realm. As to my supposed godhood, I still wasn't sure. Somehow it didn't seem right. Now that I thought about it, I wasn't sure I wanted to grant her passage into my holy realm. She was looking rather pathetic at the moment.

"No, I would rather not," I said.

"Please." she cried, "My people are in danger. They're in need of refuge, refuge that only you can provide!"

Was this how people talked to God? I really didn't like it. Clearly, I must not be God then.

Seeing that I seemed to be lost in thought and was likely ignoring her, she grabbed onto my feet.

"Please." She cried, as tears dripped down her face. Suddenly, I had the feeling that she might bite my toes if she felt the urge.

"Don't you dare bite my toes!" I shouted.

Looking stunned, she stared off into the distance. A second later, she turned red like a tomato.

"Are you okay, your head looks kind of like a tomato," I said.

All she did was glare at my toes.

"Do you want to bite them that badly?"

"Shut up!" She screamed. "I want no such thing! All I wanted was a safe place to live!" She started crying harder.

By now, I was feeling incredibly uncomfortable. Realizing that the fastest way out was to agree with her demands, I said "Fine."

"You'll grant me passage into your holy realm?"

"Yeah, sure."

Glancing up, with tears in her eyes she said "Okay, you will just need to sign this contract."

To my right, appeared a lectern with a contract sitting upon it. It said something about the convergence of realms. At the bottom there where three spaces for signatures. Two were already filled. One signature was by Lord neck- someone or other. Next to it was the signature of Lady Lucina, Goddess of some-place. Sighing, I signed the contract, putting very little thought into it. Slowly, my vision began to fade, and I fell back into slumber.

I opened my eyes, and it was morning. What a strange dream. It was rather embarrassing as well. Luckily, dreams weren't reality and I likely wouldn't ever meet Lady Lucina again. If I did, I'm sure things would be awkward. Thankfully, it was only a dream...