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Chapter 3 - It was me...

- [November 15, 1987]-

World-Assignment space, 12:00am

(Harry's POV- First Person)

I opened my eyes to a different place. Unsure of my situation, I observed the place I woke up in and stood up from the spot I laid. It was dark with beautiful, tiny, star-like lights floating on different heights, the place reminded me of what a vast field at night would look like but instead of feeling and seeing the cool green grass, I felt nothing and all I saw was water all around. It seemed to not be disrupted by my steps even if I stomp, all it did was stay still like clear glass, reflecting the Starlights giving me the illusion of floating Looking down I realised every step I took leaves a glowing footprint that then dims after a second or two.

*fiiiw* *fiiiw*

I suddenly felt a couple of things zip past me. My shoulders and legs are subconsciously tense and I turn around quickly to see what passed 'if it's something bad, I'll have to run as fast as I can, even if there is nowhere to hide It's better to be farther than the danger, then again... Whatever that thing was, it's fast...' 

Focusing on the thing that zipped past me, It was a tiny bright thing the size of my palm, a couple more passed and circled around me seemingly eyeing with curiosity. Looking at it more closely, I noticed a tiny pair of wings on one of the things but nobody! One of the things accidentally crashed into me giving me a feeling of warmth and comfort, the thing felt fluffy- or was it fuzzy? I couldn't tell, it felt as if I was rubbing one of Ms. Figg's (My neighbour) many, well-cared for cats. Shaking my head to get rid of that thought, I focused on what was happening. 'This.....thing didn't seem to be dangerous, but I shouldn't come to such conclusions so fast' My mind supplied. I decide to directly confront the thing still wary of what might happen.

"Hello there," I began, "what- sorry- who are all of you" I asked the tiny things dancing around me trying to be polite so as to not risk angering them. One of them got closer making me back away and suddenly a strange 2-D shape popped up onto one of the tiny things. I realised it is similar to those speech bubbles I saw from those comics I read in the Library. Was it their way of communication? If so, it's a strange way -not that I mind- I like strange things even though my relatives hate it...

In the bubbles, words were typed out as if a keyboard was being used...

[ Hello! 。⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠。| ]

I raised an eyebrow when noticing the strange symbols which look similarly to an expression

[ We are what you can call a S.I.G.H.| ]

'A sigh? As in- the sound sigh?' I thought. What a strange thing to name yourself... Besides that, I should try to find a way to get back.... Should I ask questions?...

"Uh... what exactly is a 'sigh'?"

[ A S.I.G.H. is what we are! We are something that helps you and guides you through the journey of the path lady fate gave you. It is also an acronym: System Intelligence Galactic Helper! We don't know the reason why our creator named us that though...| ]

"Oh... Alright then... But why are there so many of you?" So they do have a creator. Geez... Their Creator must either be very lazy or just be done with their life...

[ We were surprised too,✧⁠\⁠(⁠>v•)⁠ノ| ]

"Surprised?"

[ Un! but we soon realised it's because you are not the usual humans we get.| ]

[You see, the humans chosen for this are usually either grown ups or teenagers, there's an extremely small chance of getting humans at such a very young age! 。⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠。| ]

"Oh, really?"

[ Mhm! Of course- it isn't unheard of but the chances of getting you humans are close to zero! (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)| ]

"I see,but... as much as I'm thankful for giving me this information, why are you giving me this? Also, I should really get going now... My relatives might come back sooner than expected..." I told them. It's true, I really needed to get back. Who knows what they'll do if they find me unconscious on the floor...

[ Ah! Before that, you should really choose one of us! We'll be very useful in the future.| ]

".... Alright then..." I replied with much reluctance. Why would I need such a thing?and- future? What do they mean? All I'll do in the future are chores until it's not necessary for a guardian to look over me. Oh no... What will the Dursleys do to me when I come of age?! I should find a way to get more money faster..

"But what should I do? ⁱᵗ'ᵈ ᵇᵉ ˢᵗᵘᵖⁱᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ'ˢ ᵃ ᵍᵘⁱᵈᵉᵇᵒᵒᵏ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵃˡᵒⁿᵍ..."

I mumbled out the last part to myself, obviously there wouldn't be any, it's not like it's that shop Dudley always goes to when we're 3 to build his own toy... what was it...? I think it was 'build-a-bud? or something....

[ First, you'll have to create the interior of the bot, then, the exterior. All SIGHs are unique depending on their hosts creativity and Soul Pool. Any bot without a host is always ecstatic to get one! (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠`⁠)⁠。⁠*゚⁠+| ]

"...(⊙_☉) (-_-) (⊙_☉)"

I TAKE THAT BACK! IT'S JUST LIKE BUILD-A-BUD! IS THE CREATOR A KID OR SOMETHING!? (⁠╬⁠⁽⁠⁽⁠ ⁠⁰⁠ ⁠⁾⁠⁾⁠ ⁠Д⁠ ⁠⁽⁠⁽⁠ ⁠⁰⁠ ⁠⁾⁠⁾⁠)

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(A/n: ouch... Not a lie tho... Wait, did I just insult myself...?)

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"Hold on.. does this mean that I'll meet other people like me?"

[ Oh? I don't think so... Depending on the destructive capabilities of a world, The maximum would be four hosts, which also means the dangers the world has or will have is extremely bad. Even then, it would be rare to find another person like you regardless if there were in fact four, unless, of course, the world has an international conference to fight against the world's destruction... Let me re-check this world's capabilities first..| ]

As the thing went to work with collecting data, I looked to its side as there was an aged floating scroll which was what the thing made appear while explaining. The process would probably be long considering how big Earth is... I took hold of it, knowing it was for me and rolled it open. In it, are the instructions on how to create my- what was it? Sigh? Reading the manual, I memorized the steps to make one, surprisingly it wasn't as hard as I thought... Of course that doesn't mean it'll be easy, I mean- come on! The first step is to 'look into my soul' pardon my language but- what.the.fuck? There was also another sentence I couldn't understand, it said: "what you see may be lies but reflections reveal the truth" what does that mean...?

Shaking my head, I guessed that it probably had to do with emotion, but what kind of emotion? Anger? Sadness? I swiftly re-read the manual to see if I've missed any clues. I noticed that there were wet spots at the bottom of each instruction that strangely looked neat instead of blotchy. Realising what it was, I looked around and urged one of the things to come over by waving my hand.

"Can you please just stay riiight- there! Thanks" I looked at the wet spots again but they weren't revealing words as I had previously thought it would. Suddenly, a thought came to mind again 'What you see may be lies but reflection reveals the truth' Is that- no it couldn't possibly be... But maybe... The only thing that shows reflections is the surface I'm standing on... maybe.... I let the bright thing rest in my palm and sat criss-crossed on the clear surface. I let the scroll glow with the thing behind and looked down. I saw it. The suspicion I had about the spots were true, they were written in special ink made to deceive you. Like a truthful lie...

The ink read, "A peace of mind opens your chained soul, unwinding your emotions, revealing a notion and guiding you to fate's written goal"

wow...

Whoever made this, is dramatic as fu- fudge....

Whatever, so technically, it's saying I should relax myself and find my... Inner goal that fate gave me...? That- that sounds like a lot of work... I want to sleep...

Finding myself in a comfortable position laying down, I felt as if I was floating and that I was wearing a shirt that was newly ironed from the back during a harsh winter. It felt nice, I could feel myself almost dozing off to sleep, but I fought the urge, I needed the focus. I closed my eyes and started to slowly stop thoughts from intruding my focus, as I almost finished, I felt my consciousness gently be pulled. It wasn't by sleep. I realised that I'm slowly going deeper. Deeper into the darkness, deeper to my soul, to my core. I noticed that the process started to slow down so I decided to imagine something which brought me peace.

Soft breeze, by an ocean, at sunset. Drowsy waves rocked gently towards the soft sands of the shore. The sound of the waves shushed me to sleep. White birds flew high in the sky, but not too high, as if been taught the tale of Icarus, the birds sand songs on a tree behind me, the exact tree I can imagine resting by as the leaves dance and the tree sways.

I opened my eyes again, noticing a change. Suddenly feelings start to well up in me, a feeling of rage, sorrow and longing. I wanted to scream, I wanted to cry. Then longing overcomes all emotions, a yearning for love and affection. For family... I felt overwhelmed. I felt as if I was falling in an endless pit of sorrow. I wanted to stop it so I looked around, trying to disregard the strong emotions by getting distracted. I realised that I was in a rusty huge cage, exactly the size of the Dursleys house- that is, if you include the front and backyard. I stumbled backwards against the cage as I finally set my eyes in front, a large, white, cracked orb with swirls of black, red, and an extremely dark Philadelphia Blue was what I saw. Surrounding it was...

No...

Not them...

Why are they here?

They said they wouldn't come back!

No... It wasn't them who came, they probably lived here the whole time...

It was me...