I Can Talk to the Essence of Everything

This world has many mountains, valleys, seas, and other normal things. Let's add people and animals to the mix as well. The planet, the world all these people knew, was totally normal.

Of course, that's as if you yourself are normal, everything else seems normal as well.

It's just that, normal people tend to not actually see the ones who are truly special. One of those was a boy of merely seventeen years of age.

He was sleeping on this normal day. It was too early in the morning after all. The sun was just starting to peek over the mountain peaks.

Then the boy jolted as if he had been electrocuted. He was wide awake within a moment. His mind hadn't woken up yet, so he groggily got up from the hard bed. Stowing the sleeping bag into its bag again. Like he did every morning. Then he knelt on the small washbasin and cupped a bit of water to throw on his face. It was cold and it did the job well.

He looked out of the hole that represented the existence of a window in his small dwelling. Then he frowned upon the sight. He crawled out of the hut. The cloth that represented the door of the hut flapped violently as he got out and the wind tore at it.

He looked in awe as he stared at all the Avatars in front of him. They were all wearing shocked, disturbed, and panicked expressions. Even extraterrestrial life forms didn't pull out this kind of reaction. He had seen a few of them himself. Parasitic ones were the most common ones, but they weren't harming the world on a larger scale so they usually let them be.

The elements around them were erratic.

The sky was rumbling ominously.

The wind tore at everything.

The ground trembled.

The water was sloshing over the river banks.

The grass was dancing erratically to the beat of the wind.

The trees were shaking, leaves falling and flying everywhere with the wind.

Everything that had a sense of life force was calling for him.

Their main elemental avatars were all there, all of them rained in their respective elements to a somewhat safe distance, but some couldn't even do that as they had to hold everything inside or the whole of this mountainside would be destroyed. Some of them even looked at the others a bit jealously.

The boy had never seen all of them together. They tried but some just couldn't get along and they stayed away from each other. Things have always been messy. There is historical evidence of these avatars fighting, but they are remembered in history as catastrophic events. Like large volcanic eruptions, hurricanes, ice age, and a few others.

None of that mattered at the moment.

ROAR!

When they saw the boy emerge from his hut, a sudden roar overtook the boy. He thought that he might die from the impact.

The roar was all the avatars that started to speak at the same time. It was dangerous when they spoke because the elements responded to every word. They knew this, but they were all too alarmed to consider that it would affect the boy.

The boy barely had time to stand up and then nearly collapse to the ground. He was kneeling, his hands touching the ground, his head lowered as he coughed out large amounts of blood.

"Sirs, calm... down," he bearly got those words out as he coughed out another mouthful of blood.

They rained in their voices but still continued to talk over each other.

"One ... may ... speak," he managed to get out through gritted teeth.

Then the direction of their voices changed as they started to discuss who should be the one speaking. The stronger ones turned to the weaker ones and then it was decided.

This also gave the boy a few minutes to recover before someone in front of him started to talk.

Letters started to form in the grass. It was speaking with its own set of symbols. Every one of them had their own way of speaking. This was its way of speaking to the boy.

The boy sighed in relief. Then he concentrated on the words forming in the grass.

A puzzled expression formed on his face.

"What do you mean?"

A series of markings changed in the grass again.

"And it can't be a meteor fragment of some kind?"

A simple marking appeared, meaning no.

"Then what? Is it not from here? Somewhere... other?" he asked confused.

The patterns changed to a positive.

"Do all of you think like that?" the patterns didn't change.

"Can you explain why you think that?"

The patterns started to change again, explaining a few details that they had left out before and adding a few of their ideas.

"It has an energy ... that is something that doesn't belong here." he was thinking, pondering over the discovery of this unidentifiable thing.

"Are you saying that - that ..." he blinked, looked at them and they were all wearing serious expressions. "That there is a higher world, an existence that doesn't fit here?"

The symbols in the grass changed to a positive again. Then it started adding the theories they had come up with each other. Then it added to emphasize that those were just theories and they didn't know anything for sure.

"Oh! I forgot, where is it?"

The symbols in the grass were changing to explain.

"Are you saying that it is in magma?" a positive answer greeted him. Then he looked up at magmas avatar, it nodded without saying anything. This was the only way for it to speak here.

"Nothing you do affects it?" it shook its head.

"Are there any eruption sites nearby?" he asked it. It nodded again. The boy considered a few things. Where would it be better to examine it...

"Are any of them underwater?" it nodded again. If he went to one that's above ground and active, well this wasn't allowed. And most of those sites are closely monitored. Accessing those places would be difficult but not impossible. On top of that, if he returned with something strange in hand... he would be investigated and the thing would be taken away from him, never to be seen again.