A Whisper.
A Whisper in the Cacophony of The Void.
That's all that there was.
A Whisper...
That's all that there is.
It's getting louder...
And long after the bones of the last living creature in a dead and desolate Reality turns to dust, is all that there will be.
That's all that Reality amounts to, in the end.
It was just an endless, white noise now... burning into our Minds
Our field of vision was situated in a meaningless maelstrom of chaos, probably 'The Void', in which that whisper is situated. It wasn't actually called that, The Void.
'SHUT UP! SHUT THE FUCK UP!'
It had a Name.
'Make It stop.. please... make It stop..... It hurts so much.... We can't think.... We can't breathe, live or exist....'
'MAKE IT STOOOOP!!!!'
It's inhabitants had all Creation in their hands, yet their hands were tied.
'PLEAAASEEEE!!!!'
Their Eyes weren't, though. And they Looked straight at us.
'Silence.'
Just a Whisper.
And They All Bowed.
"GODDAMMIT!!"
I sprung from my sleeping position like I had been jolted awake. It was the same freaking dream for the fourth day in a row and it was getting worrisome. I had asked Cleo to cut it out the day before and even she seemed confused as to what was happening.
And to make matters worse it was a Monday, so I couldn't even stay home and make stuff. I mean, there's still that reactor core I got from dad and I'm itching to use it.
"KRYAN LOST HUNTER!! I AM GIVING YOU FIVE MINUTES TO GET YOUR SORRY ASS DOWN HERE OR CLEO'S GOING TO USE YOU AS HER NEWEST GUINEA PIG!!"
And great, mom was mad too.
Five minutes later, I ran downstairs, my silver-white hair falling in front of my eyes. One dark blue eye, and a deep golden one. I really was an oddity
I jumped over the railing, and landed with practiced grace. I ran into the dining room.
" 284, 285, 286, Oh Kyran honey you're already here?"
"Yeah, sorry I was late."
"Good, I made you some breakfast, now eat up."
A flash of black hair and an impact later, my little sister Cleopatra was in my arms
"Did you have that nightmare again?"
"Yeah I did Cleo"
"Mind if I take a look?"
I nodded and she touched my forehead. I felt a foreign force enter my head, her Mind Aether probably. It poked and prodded but didn't seem to find anything. She pulled back, seemingly troubled.
"I'm not strong enough. There's something there, I just can't find it." She said.
"It's alright." I replied.
Zariah was down after that.
"Oh c'mon mom, Zari was down like ten minutes before me and she didn't get any lecture." I righteously complained.
"That's because Zari's the responsible one."
"That's right." She said, shooting me a wink.
I finished the rest of the breakfast in silence, to avoid getting tag teamed again. We said goodbye to mom, told her to send our farewells to dad, and set of for school.
We walked of the mountain that housed our mansion, in the year 4517, this was as safe as it could be.
We got into town, SonaChromas performing their spectacles, Shifters presenting their goods to little kids who stopped outside of their stalls, Seers trying to read futures and even a team of Earth Mages building a new office.
We stopped by our favorite panini place and ordered 3. The day was going well so far so I knew something bad was going to happen.
And happen it did
"Yo Strike Slip!"
When I heard my school nickname( see: schoolwide ridicule) I knew I was screwed.
Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, I was technically the weakest person in the world, being an Ember at 17 years old.
Now this NPC decided it was a good idea to come between me and my panini.
Just another day, I guess.