The pact has been fulfilled. You may now relive your memories one more time before death.
That was the last thing I heard. In my dream, that is. I had been awake for a while now, but to be honest, I couldn't be bothered to get out of bed. Though, it wouldn't be long before my mother would throw me out of my bed anyway.
"SMOK, GET OUT OF YOUR GOD DAMN BED ALREADY WILL YA?"
That's what she usually yells at me every time I stay in bed for too long. I've gotten used to it now though. Surprisingly, I heard no such thing today. After what felt like half an hour, I decided to get up. I was slightly worried about my mother alright, this isn't her usual self.
My bedroom is located in my basement. Convenient, really, because that way, I don't have to be bothered with outside noises when I go to sleep. Needless to say, my sleep schedule is messed up.
I walked up the basement stairs and opened the door. Not much of a door, if you ask me, but it does the job alright. I had to laugh when I opened the door. Because I couldn't believe my eyes, that is. I saw pretty much nothing. There was no kitchen, no house, I didn't see my village, either. I rubbed my eyes and looked again. Not to much effect, all I saw was a big, dry wasteland. Stuff was burning everywhere. It was a great feeling, really. If you know you are dreaming, that is. You can basically do whatever you want, limited only by your imaginations. So I decided to try to fly. As you might have guessed, I couldn't.
I started doubting to what extent this was a dream. I decided, I might as well wake up, what's the point in a dream if you can't do whatever you want. So I pinched myself. Once. Twice. Nothing happened. I still stood in that hot, burning wasteland.
I started looking at my surroundings more closely. I could see the foundations of the buildings. They were covered in some sort of red splash paint. Slowly, the truth started getting to me. I turned around. I saw some "splash paint" on the wall behind me. I sniffed it. Not in a weird way, just to pick up the scent, you know. It smelled like Iron. I had tried to ignore it, but it looked damn close to what blood looks like. If this was a dream, I definitely had to wake up now. I started getting really nervous. There was a blood-soaked cloth lying on the floor. I looked at it more closely.
It was my mother's dress. Covered in blood. And she was nowhere to be seen. I rushed over to the ruins of the other buildings. Blood-covers clothes everywhere. I didn't want to accept it. I couldn't possibly accept it. There was just no way. I started looking around more closely. The mountains that usually surrounded my village were gone. The entire surface, as far as I could see, was flattened. This was absurd. I tried to convince myself that this was a dream.
I started bashing my head against the floor, as hard as I could. It hurt, damn it. I did it again. Again. Again. I wouldn't wake up.
I started screaming. I wasn't saying anything in particular, I just tried to scream as loud as I possibly could. I don't know why. I don't even know how I managed to scream so loudly. Maybe I hoped someone would hear me and wake me up. I screamed until my voice ran out.
My throat hurt. My head hurt. And the heat was seriously getting to me. I tried to get up. I managed, somehow. I closed my eyes, hoped with every bit of my brain, that I would wake up from this godforsaken dream the moment I opened them again. I didn't. Instead, I looked in the blood red eyes of a tall, handsome man covered in scales.
hello, human
His voice shook me. I felt like my eardrums were going to burst. Every inch of my body started screaming in pain. I fell to my knees.
How are you faring today?
I couldn't think straight. I needed something to throw my emotions at. I needed someone to hate, someone to blame, someone to take this load of having every single person I know taken from me, upon themselves.
hmmm... Why are you not answering?
I started looking more closely at the persons face. My eyes hurt just looking at him, He emitted some sort of Aura, and it made me want to throw up.
You are angry. You hate me, don't you?
This guy... he was the one who did this to me. I was sure of it. I wanted to scream at him, curse him, kill him. But I couldn't speak. I felt like moving my pinky finger would be enough to kill me as the aura emitted from the man grew rapidly.
You want to scream at me, curse me, kill me, am I right?
The bastard was reading my mind.
Go ahead and try.
My hate was making my body burn. My hate and pain started to overshadow my pain. I screamed in agony as I got up and punched that bastard in the face. I wanted to punch him, anyway. But my arm was gone. I was bleeding like a waterfall from where my arm had once been.
Worry not. I will not kill you. You are an interesting one.
Not kill me? My ass. I was going to die. like everyone else, I would perish, like an ant stepped on by a giant.
I will give you a chance to kill me. You are only one of many who have suffered this fate. Every living being in your timeline has been eradicated. If you want to stop me, You will have to meet me in the next one.
As he said that, he snapped his fingers. Some sort of portal appeared to his right. Before he stepped through it, though, he looked back at me and said:
Hate me. Hate the Ruler Of Dragons. Hate me as much as you possibly can, that is the only way you can ever kill me.
He was gone. He had disappeared through the portal, and along with him, so did the pressure that was constantly around him. I felt at ease. Physically, at least. My arm had also grown back for some reason. I didn't care if I would die, I had already lost everything that I had. If I died in the process, that would be OK. From that day onward, I only had one purpose. To kill the man who called himself the Ruler Of Dragons.
With this newly gained resolve, I stepped through the portal.