EARTH 2015
Awakening in the Mental Hospital
It's so bright," the girl muttered, her pulse racing at 121" a voice echoed urgently
"Are those suns?" she said, trying to open her eyes.
"Pupil is equally reacting to light. Someone get Dr. Johnson here; she's waking up."
"That light.. remo" the girl said
Searing through the darkness that enveloped her consciousness the haze of confusion.
Blinking against the brilliance, Magenta struggled to orient herself, her senses overwhelmed by the sterile surroundings of the hospital room.
"Where am I?" Her voice emerged as a faint whisper, swallowed by the stark silence of the night.
In the dimly lit confines of the mental hospital, the air hung heavy with the scent of antiseptic, mingled with the distant echoes of tormented souls. Around her, the other patients moaned and screamed, their cries a haunting melody that pierced the stillness of the night.
"Who are you, young lady? You were reported half-naked and beating on the road. What's your name?" the voice inquired it was a tall middle ages black woman in glasses, dressed as a Doctor Her figure approached, her footsteps muffled by the carpeted floor.Ā Dr Johnson presence a beacon of reassurance amidst the chaos.
Magenta hesitated sitting up, uncertainty flickering in her eyes like shadows dancing on the walls looking back at the woman "My name is Magenta... Magenta Knightwalker," she confessed, her voice trembling with a mixture of irritation and sadness.
The doctor offered a sympathetic smile, her gaze unwavering as she met Magenta's eyes.
"Knightwalker? That's an intriguing surname," she remarked, a hint of curiosity coloring her words. "And Magenta... a name as vibrant as the color itself, let's say a mix of blue and a lot of red, like that colour on those hair strands on your head.. still can't understand why girls you age taint their hair"
Magenta's lips twitched with a ghost of a smile, a fleeting moment of levity in the midst of her turmoil. "You have no idea" she murmured cryptically, her thoughts drifting to realms beyond the ordinary.
With practiced ease, the doctor jotted down Magenta's name on a clipboard, the scratch of pen against paper a rhythmic melody in the quiet room. "So, where are you from, Magenta?" she inquired, her curiosity piqued.
Magenta's gaze drifted, lost in the labyrinth of her memories. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you," she admitted, a note of bitterness creeping into her voice.
The doctor arched an eyebrow, a flicker of amusement dancing in her eyes.
"Oh! Really? Try me," she challenged, her tone tinged with intrigue.
Magenta hesitated, her mind awash with fragments of a past she could barely grasp. "I've been screaming about it since I got here, but no one seems to listen," she confessed, her voice tinged with frustration.
The doctor's expression softened, a glimmer of sympathy in her eyes. "You've mentioned something about being a demi-god, cast down by your father and stripped of your powers, soooo I deduced you idolisedĀ your father so much you revere him as a god and you did something Daddy casted you out of the house probably froze your bank account but the part I don't get is that you mention in your rants that you were travelled from the future but so you are very disrespectful foreigner , hm. How am I doing so far? Is that the story you want to tell?"
she probed gently, her words hanging in the air like a delicate thread, Magenta glared at her confused.
Tears welled in Magenta's eyes as she grappled with the fragments of her fractured past, the memories slipping through her fingers like grains of sand. "I... I can't remember," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the din of her thoughts.
The doctor reached out, a comforting gesture as she sought to soothe the girl's troubled mind. "Tell me about him, your father. What Pantheon is he from ? What was his name? Zeus" she urged, her voice gentle yet insistent.
A tremor coursed through Magenta's body as she struggled to recall her father's name, the echoes of his presence fading into the abyss of her forgotten memories.
"I... I don't think you've heard of him," she confessed, her voice tinged with uncertainty.
"He isn't like the gods you know."
Dr Johnson walks up to her rests her hands on Magenta.
"hey kid, we all deal with the lose of our fathers differently, wanting them to be something that stays with us forever"
"wait what?" Magenta looks at the doctor confused
"Look ....." Before the doctor could explain More Magenta held Her head
"Aghhh! What is this ringing in my head, someone is telepathically attacking me, aghhhh! KARLOS HOW DARE YOU ATTACK THE DAUGHTER OF THE DARK SILVER KING" magenta yelled
"Nope ,You are just having migraine honey, your memories are pulling themselves together" The doctor held her down as she requests the nurse to get a sedative and painkillers.
As the nurse administered a sedative, Magenta's world dissolved into darkness, the echoes of her past fading into the ether as she slipped into the embrace of oblivion.
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Flashback to 7 Days Ago
The night hung heavy with silence, broken only by the distant rumble of thunder echoing in the heavens above.
Suddenly, a blinding light erupted from the heavens, illuminating the desolate landscape with an otherworldly brilliance. The ground trembled beneath its fury as the light crashed into the abandoned building, sending shockwaves rippling through the night.
As the light faded, a figure emerged from the rubble, her form bathed in the eerie glow of moonlight. With each step, she left a trail of scorched earth in her wake, her presence a harbinger of chaos in the stillness of the night.
"WINCH OH!" they screamed running away from the building.
It was Magenta, her eyes ablaze with a fierce intensity as she gazed up at the heavens above.
"Father!" she cried out, her voice a desperate plea against the vast expanse of the night sky. "I did it all for you. Please, I'm sorry. Please!"
A crack of thunder rent the air, the sound of her anguish swallowed by the torrential rain that cascaded from the heavens above. With tears streaming down her face, she sank to her knees, her hands raised to the sky in supplication.
"FATHER!" she screamed, her voice a raw cry against the tempest raging around her. "What have I done? Why have you forsaken me?"
In her anguish, she lashed out, her fists pounding against the unforgiving earth below and was greeted with her new reality, morality as her fist broke on impact. "RAHHH! WHAT THE HELL, FATHER!" she roared, her cries lost in the howling wind that swept through the night.
As the rain washed away the blood that stained her hands, Magenta remained kneeling in the darkness, her spirit broken and her heart heavy with the weight of her sins. This was the beginning of her journey on Earth, a journey fraught with pain and redemption, sorrow and hope.
Magenta awoke with a start, her senses reeling as she struggled against the confines of her restraints.
"Shit! Not again,"
she muttered under her breath, her frustration palpable in the stillness of the hospital room.
A voice pierced the silence, drawing her attention to the figure of a girl seated nearby.
"You sure are right about that, girl," the newcomer remarked, her tone a curious mixture of amusement and sympathy.
Magenta's eyes narrowed as she regarded the girl warily, her mind racing with a thousand unanswered questions.
"Great. Just how many of those did they inject me with to imagine this one?" she mused aloud, her voice tinged with a note of skepticism.
To her surprise, the girl responded with a swift blow to the head, throwing her book at Magenta her book connecting with Magenta's skull with a resounding thud.
"Ow! Okay, how did you get in here?" Magenta demanded, her incredulity giving way to irritation as she rubbed the sore spot on her head.
The girl offered a nonchalant shrug, her expression unreadable as she continued to scribble in her notebook.
"Here, we greet first before anything," she declared matter-of-factly, her tone laced with a hint of mischief.
Magenta's eyebrows shot up , her gaze fixed on the girl's retreating form as she made her way towards the door. "Fine. You may kiss my feet before we talk, little one," she retorted, her sarcasm tinged with a note of defiance.
The girl paused in her tracks, her expression one of bemusement as she turned to face Magenta once more.
"Little one? I'm like two years older than you," she pointed out, folding her arms across her chest in a gesture of defiance.
Magenta's jaw dropped in astonishment, her mind struggling to process the revelation.
"Wait, you're one lifetime old?" she exclaimed, her disbelief giving way to incredulity as she attempted to make sense of the girl's cryptic words.
With a resigned sigh, the girl shook her head, her patience wearing thin. "Okay, I'm going to tell my mom that you're really insane," she declared, her tone tinged with exasperation as she turned to leave.
"Says the girl who is hitting a tied-up insane person!" Magenta retorted, her voice echoing in the empty room as the girl disappeared through the doorway.
As the door swung shut behind her, Magenta sank back against the pillows, her mind awash with a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. "Hey, my name is Jade, by the way. What's yours?" the girl called out from the hallway, her voice carrying through the stillness of the night.
"I don't care" Magenta replied coldly, her words a sharp retort to the girl's attempt at camaraderie. "Just tell the nurses to come overdose me or whatever you guys use to numb pain here."
With that, she closed her eyes, her thoughts drifting to the tumultuous events that had brought her to this place. Little did she know, this encounter with Jade was just the beginning of a journey that would challenge everything she thought she knew about herself and the world around her.
Flashback to 6 Days Ago
The night draped the city in a cloak of darkness, its streets deserted save for the occasional whisper of the wind. Amidst the shadows, an abandoned building stood as a silent sentinel, its crumbling facade a testament to the passage of time.
Magenta lingered in the shadows, her eyes scanning the desolate landscape with a mixture of weariness and determination. With each passing moment, her resolve hardened, her footsteps echoing softly against the pavement as she made her way towards the dilapidated structure.
As she approached, the sound of muffled voices reached her ears, the unmistakable cadence of laughter mingling with the faint rustle of fabric in the night. Drawing closer, she spotted a group of thugs lurking in the shadows, their faces obscured by the darkness that enveloped them.
A wave of anger surged through Magenta's veins as she watched the scene unfold before her eyes. Without hesitation, she stepped forward, her voice cutting through the silence like a knife.
"Leave her alone," she commanded, her tone laced with an authority that brooked no argument. "Or else you face the wrath of Magenta of the house Truth."
The thugs paused, their laughter fading into uneasy
"Aunty Shakespear better comot for here"Ā One of them ordered
"Oh what?" She challenged ,silence as they turned to regard her with wary eyes. For a moment, the air crackled with tension, the weight of her words hanging heavy in the stillness of the night.
One of the thugs stepped forward, his sneer twisting into a mocking grin as he sized her up. "Well, well, well. Looks like we're getting two for the price of one tonight," he remarked, his voice dripping with malice as he brandished a knife in her direction.
Undeterred, Magenta squared her shoulders, her gaze unwavering as she faced down her assailants. "Mortals these days," she mused aloud, a faint smile playing at the corners of her lips. "They have no respect for authority."
With a swift motion, the thug lunged forward, his knife flashing in the moonlight as he sought to strike her down. But Magenta was faster, her movements fluid and graceful as she sidestepped his attack with ease.
"I see you're better tonight, short stuff," she taunted, her voice laced with amusement as she danced out of reach. "But my odds look brighter than yours."
As the thug's companions watched in disbelief, Magenta launched into action, her movements a blur of speed and agility as she deftly evaded their attacks. With each passing moment, her confidence grew, her movements guided by a primal instinct honed over countless lifetimes
"Tsk! His fast.. no I'm slower, much more slower" she thought to herself
But fate had other plans, as a brick came hurtling through the air, striking Magenta with a sickening thud. With a cry of pain, she stumbled backwards, her vision swimming as darkness threatened to engulf her.
"I'm weaker now, so much weaker" she thought to herself
"haha.. hey! Mrs Shakespeare are you dead yet?" the guy said grabbing her by her hair, lifting her up as her eyes were barely opened and blood dripped down her face, the guy smirked then heard his friend scream ,he turns back and see the other girl broke free and was running he tells them to let her go as they are about running after her and turns back to Magenta but he is shocked and he see her eyes wide open and a grin on her Face with her hands above her head holding a wooden plank
"Oh God" He screamed as she repeatedly slams it on his head beating him with it, until he lets go of her , she's barely able to stand up, breathing heavily with the plank still in her hands, with the blood dripping and her vision starting to fade
"I...am .... Magenta .... Knight.....walker.....of...the ... house....of.... truth...,second... half....the light, daughter of the ...Phoenix Queen and ..the Dark Silver king and...as night and day ...I call on their names....." she pauses looking lost and confused "I....I.... call on their names, what's going on ,why ? Why can't I remember their names" Magenta falls to her knees again as the thugs all surround her cracking their knuckles, she looks up at them seeing the smiles on their faces but she looks back down not interested in the fight anymore as the thugs beginning to beat her up , kicking her down and stomping on her ,she feels the pain she has never felt before , not just mortality but loneliness as she passes out not knowing when the thugs were chased off.
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PHEONIX RISE
As the first light of dawn kissed her skin, Magenta stirred, her body protesting against the harsh embrace of the sand beneath her. Through bleary eyes, she glimpsed the concerned faces of onlookers, their murmurs of pity barely registering in her foggy mind.
With great effort, she retreated to the shelter of the unfinished building, every movement a symphony of agony as her wounds protested against her movements. Collapsing onto the ground, she shielded her eyes from the blazing sun, the searing heat a familiar reminder of her distant past, burying her self in her thoughts, She thought of her mother, the Phoenix Queen, and the bond they had shared with her twin brother and older siblings the Phoenix Queen would train her and her twin brother day and night, how she would yell telling them to get back up when they fell on the and how her older brother and sister would step in sometimes telling their mother to not be so hard on them, that they can protect them, they would argue telling their mother that their father won't want this and how their mother screamed that she made a promise that no harm would come to any of his blood and this is one of the ways she only knows how, her mother is one of the feared goddesses of war, granddaughter of the hell Eternal and born From house of blood as their name of their house reflected in her mother's Scarlett hair, this colour was the only image clear in her mind at this point as she exhales back in
With a heavy heart, Closing her eyes,
But amidst the memories, a shadow lingered, a promise unspoken and a legacy of blood and war. Her mother, a feared goddess of battle, had bound them to a fate they could not escape, her will as unyielding as the flames that danced in her wake, Magenta whispered her name to the heavens, a silent prayer to the deity who had shaped her destiny. "Kaerena Scarlett Knightwalker the 2nd, I pray to you, o fierce deity."
And then, as if summoned by her words, Magenta found herself transported to a familiar place, her mother's chamber enveloping her in a shroud of familiarity. But her mother's presence was not one of comfort, her scarlet hair aflame with power as she regarded Magenta with icy disdain. a realm of smoke and flame where scarlet hues danced in the darkness. There, amidst the swirling mists, sat her mother on her bed with a win glass in hand, a vision of regal power and unyielding authority.
Magenta's heart clenched at the sight of her, memories of their shared past flooding her mind. "You're... celebrating!?" she ventured, her voice trembling with a mixture of hurt and disbelief.
Magenta braced herself for the onslaught of her mother's wrath, her heart pounding in her chest as she awaited her fate. But instead of anger, she found only amusement in her mother's eyes, a cruel twist of fate that left her trembling with fear.
Her mother , the Phoenix Queen , With a tilt of her head in response to that, the deity tossed her wine cup aside, snapping her fingers with an air of casual indifference. In an instant, Magenta found herself transported to a world engulfed in flames, where rivers of lava consumed everything in their path. Panic seized her as she faced the imminent threat of annihilation.
"OKAY! OKAY! OKAY! YOU'RE PISSED AS HELL... LITERALLY!!!" Magenta's cries echoed through the fiery landscape as she pleaded for mercy. Her mother's wrath seemed unfathomable as Magenta begged to be returned to safety.
Suddenly, Magenta was whisked back to her mother's room, her body trembling with fear.
"ARE YOU TRYING TO KIL..."
Magenta is silence seeing her mom breaking the cup as her mother gets up walking towards her as her robe burnt off, and her continued to glow and her hair turned to flames, Magenta stepped back terrified by the her mother's presence as everything in the room burnt ,she is driving to the wall behind her as her mother lifts up her fist covered in lava about to strike her
her form ablaze with fiery intensity. Magenta recoiled in terror, realizing the true extent of her mother's power.
"How dare you?" Her mother's voice was like thunder, resonating with unbridled fury as she raised her fist, wreathed in flames, ready to strike. Magenta instinctively raised her hand to shield herself, bracing for impact.
But as the blow landed, everything exploded into chaos. Magenta opened her eyes to find herself unharmed, confusion clouding her thoughts. Her mother's laughter rang out, revealing the truth of the situation.
"Boo!" Her mother's jest
showing magenta that it's her soul she brought to her room not her body ,that she was nothing but a projection of her real self on hate ,so she can't be Hurt or heard unless her mom allows it, her mother couldn't help but laugh at this as she opens and closes her fist Inside her tummy then releases another blast
" okay!, I get it ,by the gods I always hated your magical tricks"
Magenta Said walking away from where hand was in
"hey , come on it was funny except the tears part though hahaha "
Magenta kept quiet not responding to that ,her mother's smile stop as everything in the room fixed itself back ,she look at Magenta
"you still hate me for a sin I haven't yet committed, I told you the mother you grew up with wasn't me"
her mother stated walking back to her bed because Megenta wasn't even born yet ,she came back on a mission to see her father from a thousand earth years in her future , when her father was said to be killed by the Phoenix Queen ,her mother in their battle.
"You could ask him to bring me back, he left me on earth