《My Unending Agony》Death
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Everything is dark, as Black as the Deepest part of the Ocean. The only way I could tell I was there is because I felt cold, but yet I cannot see myself or anything around me.
"Am I dead?" I thought to myself, knowing I was just in a car crash, but where is my family then. Off in the distance I can see the faintest speck of light. I try to walk to it, but how can I when I am not standing on anything. The light seems to be getting closer and closer. As I get closer I begin to feel warmer, but I Still cant see myself. The light is now so close I could touch it, when I did I felt a rush of energy unlike anything I've felt before. My arms began to show up starting with my veins, but not made of blood and flesh. I began to glow, bright white like freshly fallen snow reflecting the light of the mighty sun. All the Darkness around me reveals to be a forest, with massive trees and rocks the size of dinosaurs.
My skin begins to dim down after forming from light. I am back to my regular self, but where am I? I wonder the wood for what seems like hours, but the time of day never changers and neither do the clouds in the sky above the gargantuan trees. As I walk I notice what seems to be a wooded cabin. Getting closer to this cabin, I begin to notice something a bit off about it. Cracks of Light branching off from the cabin, the same light it seems that I was made of.
Looking around the outside of the cabin I found the door, but no door handle.
"What is this? What kind of door doesn't have a handle?" I say to my self quietly.
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"The kind that doesn't want anyone entering." This reply startles me, as it should...you would be scared too if you thought you were alone and heard that.
"You are not dead Dillon, nor have you ever been." A figure materializes right behind me, glowing as I was before and like the cracks around the houses foundation.
"Who are you, and how do you know me?" I asked panicked and confused staring at him as though I have seen him before. That's it, I have. He is the man that was there when I was in the car crash.
"We are Fragments of the Spark, Dillon you are the Great Grand Son of the Elder Spark and I am your Mentor."
"Mentor, Mentor for what? What's happening here?"
"My name is Michael, and we are Protectors of his great Creation...in all the different forms he made it."
"What does that mean, all the forms he made it?" Michael walks past me and stands in front of the door.
"It's Probably best I show you...Again." Michael whispers to the door
"Liftoah." The frame around the door begins to glow, before swinging open reveling a room of the same white energy.
"Come Dillon and Remember." Michael reaches his arm out with an open palm gesturing for me to take it. When I did he threw me into the door like was nothing.
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