~The Writers' Den~

It was dark.

It was always dark though. There had only ever been darkness. It engulfed everything around it, hiding even the most painstakingly obvious things from sight. Not that there was anything to see anyways. Just darkness.

There truly was nothing else. No noise, no smells, nothing to touch, to taste, to feel, there was nothing. Not even life. There had only ever been darkness and darkness was all there ever would be.

That is, until it wasn’t.

Suddenly, there was pain as air leaked its way into the darkness, summoning the bleak, empty body back to life.

It let out a pained, sudden gasp as it began to breathe. One might not think that breathing was painful, but for one who had not done it for so long…It was.

Soon, there was more than just darkness and breathing.

Soon, there was life.

Eyes fluttered open, withholding the surprise of suddenly living as It looked around. There was still darkness, but this was…different, than before. This darkness was suffocating, it was real, it was everywhere, and it was encasing everything.

However, before panic could settle in, everything began to move and suddenly: there was sound.

It wasn’t anything great at first, just the noise of something rushing past, speeding through the darkness as it began to ebb away into something less dark, and then even less. It was then that It realized that It was what flickered out of the darkness.

Suddenly, there was light, and color. It came in a blur, different shades of black, then gray, then finally, white. The color came much faster than the noise, but even that began to get more exuberant as it rushed on.

And then, there were words, voices, people speaking. It could barely get what was being said out, as it was distant and far away, only echoing back, but then, as It began to get closer and closer to the noises, they began to get louder, clearer, until finally, It could hear everything that was being said, word for word.

“You have no idea what that does, I’m begging you, don’t do it.”

It recognized that voice. But…from where?

“How would you know? You are nothing but a homeless freak.”

It did not recognize that voice, yet there was something oddly appealing about it. The way the voice spoke, full of spite and emotion. It was a voice that It could relate to.

“No, don't-“

The first voice, the one It recognized, didn’t get to finish it’s sentence, as all of a sudden, the rushing continued, circling It from all around. Suddenly, it felt like It was suffocating again, and desperately tried to breathe as the panic and pain sunk back it.

However, in all but a second, the pain was gone. The rushing was gone. Everything that It once knew was gone. All the silence, all the emptiness, all the darkness.

Instead, it had been replaced by a world of color, of foundation, of…life.

It slowly stood up on shaky feet, looking down at it’s legs and arms. They were not It’s own, It knew that, but as It stood there, a sudden wave of realization and memory washed over It.

And suddenly, It remembered.

It looked up, finding two faces, one was not familiar to It. That face was scaly, and green, with a look of both confusion and excitement shining upon the face.

However the second face…well It knew that face.

A sudden wave of anger washed through It as It remembered the second face of pale skin and green eyes full of worry and irritation to match that same green hair. It remembered that face well.

For that was the face that had destroyed It all those years ago.

Suddenly, a rush of power engulfed It, and a thought came to mind.

It began to laugh as It rose in the air, looking down at the faces. Then, once It was high enough in the air, It smiled and then…It spoke.

“It has been a long time Eeeyuppa, I have awoken, and now, it is you who will be destroyed,” It threatened in a voice unlike It’s own.

However that was fine with It, for the face was scared, for both the face and It now knew, that It had awaken from a sleep it never meant to be awoken from, and now…

It was going to get revenge.