Prologue

We all have ghosts, something that torments us.. It is, oddly, one of the few phenomena that connects every single person.. Some individuals aren't troubled by them but by people.. I torment my father.. Bringing back memories of my lovely mother to him.. I remind him of her, what she stood for and what she did.

 - Joanne Bauren

 

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An ancient prophecy whispered long,

Of a chosen one, pure and strong,

To the other realm she did belong,

To right every wrong.

A prophecy foretold, in whispers divine,

Of a girl with power, like a radiant sign.

Men, elves, dwarves, in their realms apart,

Their races divided, their hopes torn apart.

The children of the light yearn for harmony,

Since only they stand, against darkness' atrocity.

The children of the light, full of grace,

Gazed upon her with hopeful embrace,

The dwarves, stalwart, their axes in place,

And elves, elegant, with ethereal grace.

Through treacherous lands, her path unfolds,

With allies, forged through stories old.

Her purpose clear, her spirit bright,

She fights for justice, with all her might.

A dark lord lurked in shadows deep,

Spreading malice, causing endless weep,

Seeking power, for his soul was steeped,

In darkness and despair, he forever creeped.

Through forests ancient, through mountains tall,

Across vast oceans, with her heart she called,

The nations of men, the small and the sprawled,

To stand as one, and heed the prophesied call.

The chosen one, a beacon of hope,

Across the lands, her legend will elope.

No longer divided, these lands stand tall,

United in peace, eradicating the fall.

The races united, with newfound might,

Brought down the dark lord, breaking the blight,

A tale for the ages, forever told,

Of a girl so brave, who was brave and bold,

She brought together what was once untold,

And saved a world, its beauty untold.

 

From The End The Beginning Arrives

 

For those that live too long, the friends of days gone by and senes from their adventures live on in their memories. As such I have no regrets in meeting you, friend. Should the day ever come that we are not together... you will continue to shine like gold in my memories." -Zhongli (Genshin Impact)

 

Many years have past since my encounter with the other world. I had not visited them since, but some friends of mine occasionally would visit me and we would have a  chat about the different lives we now live. Some that where with me till the end of my journey decided to stay with me even in this earth. It was hard for them at first, to get used to everything, especially since they where invisible to the rest of the world. My closest friend new about them, we both told no one. 

One day my friend, Kira, left her child with me, because she was going to a short  work trip with her husband. The first day her child, Angel had things to do. She would draw little colourful stick men on crumbled paper that she bought with her, read some books etc. On the second day she got bored. I had a small garden where I took her on a walk, and she asked me if I have any stories. So i told her. Everything from the very beginning. This is my story,  I did not tell Angel everything. A child does not need to know all the details....

 

Bitter

 

"Life is not simple, and people can't be boxed into being either heroes or villains." ― Jessica Hagedorn

After so many years I still can't say when my story started exactly , but I think the most suitable option would be the day my mother had died. Even though my story must have started when my parents betrayed the nations it would be logical for me to start from my beginning than theirs since I learned of their journey only when my one started.

I would describe my mothers death not unexpected, or something unnatural. The moment we all learned that she was going to die seemed to be more upsetting than the moment of death, since it was excepted. If I was to say truthfully, many people where at the funeral and I didn't feel that they where grieving, it felt like they where just there without a purpose. It felt like I was the only one that was genuinely sad for her passing.

A week later after the funeral we moved out. The new house was in a totally different city and was much older, further away from the nearest town. It would takes us on average 15-25 minutes to go the the town by car. I always found the house creepy, full of old dull paintings. Even now when I walk one of its many corridors I will get the tingle at the back of my spine. For me the most days after my mothers death were longer and far more boring. Felt like a parasite was slowly eating me from the inside. The Christmas holidays felt empty. Just me and my father but it felt even more lonelier because he was working. Truly it felt like he was ignoring me. It got better over time but he could never look  me in the eyes like he did before. And then i found out the truth why. I would call this  part of my story as the sub- beginning.

 

Door to Nowhere

 

I had been lying awake for hours, staring at the ceiling and willing myself to fall asleep at least today . I had tried everything: boring books, and even a relaxing bath, but nothing seemed to work. As the night wore on, I found herself growing more and more restless, my mind racing with thoughts of the next day's never-ending to-do list that seemed to be waiting for me.Finally, in a fit of frustration, I threw off the covers and decided to get out of bed. I just couldn't lie there any longer, staring at the same four walls .I put on a pair of slippers and walked out of my room.As I wandered the dark, empty halls, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. The house seemed different , the the barely seen shadows made everything feel eerie and unfamiliar. I felt like an intruder, as if I was sneaking around in a place that wasn't mine.I went down the stairs and turned to the left. There was a door that I've had never seen before,  it wasn't as big as the other doors but not as small like the door from the 'Caroline' movie. She approached, feeling a sense of trepidation that I couldn't explain. I knew that it wouldn't be the best idea to open the door but I either way pulled the door open. I was greeted by a cold stone wall. Confused, I stepped away and looked around, to check if there was anyone awake. I decided to close the door and walk away, feeling more confused than ever.But I walked back to my bedroom, not being able shake the feeling that something was off.I would say that, that was the point where i understood that something was off, I just didnt know what. The appearance of the door had startled me. When I went back to my room I laid in my bed. I spent some time thinking if I should keep this to myself or tell someone like my father. We only if I did manage to get him at least two meters near me, and either way he probably wouldnt even believe me. I closed my eyes and opened the a few seconds later, i felt totally delusional. The darkness around me felt much more tenser like if it would squish me if given the chance. I knew that I wouldn't fall asleep this night even, most likely i wouldn't fall asleep tomorrow either. There was three hours more till the first sun rays would latch on to my dark blue curtains.

 

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 27.11.2023

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