His 46 years of existence was so dull. A monotonous routine of life that is always repeating. His living is similar to those automatically operated machines that can execute specific tasks with little or no human intervention and with speed and precision.
He is so dull. Yes, so boring and uneventful. His unvarying personage life holds no right of narration.
An electrical shock of 50 volts spread all over his body. It's not unlikely fatal however, it is still painful and may cause a related accident from a reaction to the shock waking his body. The 3 seconds of being electrocuted help his motor neurons send impulses to the spinal cord to skeletal and smooth muscles and so directly control all of his muscle movements.
Arshel jolted and in a flash stood up. There is still pain in his head left but no voices echoing. Some of his body felt the pricking needle pain after his body woke up.
"Hah!"
The Tale of Mishaps?
A while ago, he couldn't fully grasp what those voices were saying to him but he can perceive that those voices point at him. Imagining the index finger that used to point at him… he doesn't know how.
The Tale of Mishaps, The Tale of Mishaps, The Tale of Mishaps, The Tale of…
Mishaps?
On Earth, mishaps are a daily occurrence. Holding a cup of hot coffee, sitting to the leather or fabric made sofas then turning on the TV only revealing a News about car accidents, typhoons and terrorism— considerable as mishaps?
Arshel's face crumpled. His social awareness was so severely lacking. He doesn't watch the news. No, He don't use the 325 inches monster screen and just added it as an aesthetic to his house. A shut down attitude of him took part and hid himself in his laboratory where the portal was created and sucked his life.
The Tale of Mishaps, The Tale of Mishaps, The Tale of Mishaps, The Tale of…
Mishaps?
He tried to ponder, tried to remember the familiar words. He doesn't know where he heard that besides from the voices. But he knows he heard of it.
His mother often talked about the tales under The Tale of the World Consciousness. It was the tale or let's just say that it was the root of them all. The tales of tales under the tales, different types of tales with no proof of it being true. From the Tales of the Seed, Tales of Co-creation, Tales of the Sinner, The Wanderer and Adventurist, The sinner and the savior, The Mourning clouds and screaming heaven, The Love of Hate… and the forgotten Tale of Mishaps. As his mother often talked about it, she often spit the word that those Tales are spectators and some of them hold control to the world of World's Consciousness.
His mother sometimes told him that the Tale of the Seed is the son of the Son of Creation. While the Tales of Co-creation was the personification of the forgotten Son of Creation. The tales of the Sinner was the right hand man of the World but he became greedy that caused more unbalanced evil. The Wanderer and Adventurist are the first ever King and Queen of Magolia Kingdom that soon became an Empire as it took over the near Kingdoms using Tyranny and War. The Sinner and The Savior are the very first same sex relationship. They are both man, the sinner is a Assassin while the savior is a messenger of the World protected by the shrine which Priest aren't allowed to marry, have a child and have a relationship to opposite sex. The Mourning Clouds and screaming heaven is the legend of Mother of Wisdom when her youngest child died. The Love of Hate anonymously created between the Uncle of War and the Aunt of Peace. Throughout the time, The Tale of Mishaps forgotten as no background of it can verify that it was part of the World Consciousness' branches.
It's kinda hard to understand when Arshel that time is a 4 years old kid in immaturity. Although, as the time passes by, he still can't fully understand that topic.
He is a literate person. A deep understanding about something will activate if he holds the desire to learn it.
Another "Hah!" was blurted out.
The man standing in the middle of nowhere in the vast empty dark space guided by the dim lights. He decided to explore it, reminding himself that tiring his body because of walking will not really help.
And when the hell did he think about caring for his health and his body?
His house has a grandiose kitchen with no to cook in there, his daily food was instant noodles and easy to fried and boil foods. He doesn't usually sleep. 4 hours a week or maybe below that is his resting time and used that for another searching hypothesis.
Arshel, who is busy in his thoughts, did not notice that his walking phase began slower and heavier.
The dim of lights that helped and guided him to walk slowly vanished. The fog along with the lights scattered everywhere and turned into a thicker one— sensing that, Arshel stopped his train of thoughts.
"Bones?"
There is no reaction to Arshel's face. It's not empty and no expression can be seen.
A big and tall human skeleton was kneeling in front of him with ulnas intact together and open hands shaping into a chair like a throne. The height was approximately 60 feet with the width of 25 to 30 feet. Arshel measuring the skeleton in front of him was not really accurate, he was 3 meters away from it.
The fog changed into a mist. Because of that, the sight of the big and tall skeleton became clearer and bigger.
He then felt another electric current from his feet that caused him to jump. Unlike the 50 volts, this time it increased into 70 volts.
It hurts. Really hurts. It feels like there are a lot of needles pricking his feet. Even so, the electric current didn't spread to his body. His feet straitly walk towards the open hands of the big and tall skeleton. He can feel that he is walking, controlled nonetheless.
Every step he took echoed with a 'tap-tap' because of the water made floor. Walking towards the bones, his heart starts beating loudly.
He was now 4-5 steps away from the bones. Seeing it clearly closer His heart again beat more loudly.
Arshel held his head when the voices murmurs come back. He don't know what languages are they using, it was clearly that it is not the same languages in the Earth. He can't do anything except to close his eyes and absorb the pain.