{Probably not somthing to write about here, but thank you everyone who has been reading my story. Also I'll try to keep my story alive, by posting chapter's. But I am tired just very tired.}
If you are in a spaceship that is traveling at the speed of light, and you turn on the headlights, does anything happen?
Steven Wright:
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The air around him shifted. And the world grew silent.
All at once, the raging firebombs froze mid-detonation, suspended as if the very fabric of time had bent to his will. The battlefield, moments ago a cacophony of roaring flames and violent explosions, grew eerily silent. The crackling of fire was replaced by a suffocating stillness, the oppressive weight of the boy's presence filling the void.
It was his turn.
As time ground to a bloody halt, the boy moved with an eerie calm, unburdened by the chaos that froze around him. He didn't rush or react to the impending flames surging toward him. Instead, he walked leisurely through the suspended inferno, his steps unhurried and deliberate, as if mocking the destruction aimed at him.
The frozen flames hung in the air, fierce and threatening, but utterly powerless in his presence. After covering some distance, he paused and glanced back over his shoulder, as if surveying a painting of devastation that no longer concerned him.
And then, time resumed.
With a deafening roar, the attacks that had once been aimed at him slammed into the ground where he had stood only moments before. The resulting explosion ripped through the earth, sending a wall of fire and debris hurtling into the sky. A suffocating cloud of thick smoke blanketed the battlefield, reducing everything to ash and shadow.
The woman's fiery eyes scanned the destruction as the smoke began to clear. Her gaze searched for any trace of him—scorched remains, a fallen figure, anything. But there was nothing. No sign of him at all.
Her frustration mounted as she whipped her head around, desperately searching the battlefield. Then she saw him.
He stood some distance away, completely unharmed. His arms were casually crossed, and a smug played across his face.
Her blood boiled at the sight. The audacity. The sheer arrogance.
Clenching her fists, she decided enough was enough. It was time to end this. Her ultimate weapon—the massive, fiery rings she had been carefully crafting—hung ominously above them. The towering cauldron of destruction shimmered with raw, unbridled energy. This final strike would reduce him to ash.
But there was a problem.
She needed him immobilized. Her attacks, no matter how powerful, required precision for maximum devastation. And this boy… he was too fast, too elusive.
Fine. Her lips curled into a dangerous smirk. If I can't hold him, I'll call someone who can.
She closed her eyes and called out to the forest. It answered her command with dark tendrils erupting from the ground, pulsating with an unnatural, corrupt energy. They twisted and lashed out toward the boy, writhing like serpents eager to ensnare him.
The tendrils struck their target, coiling tightly around his limbs. They pulsed with malevolent force, ready to bind him in place for her fiery finale.
But then…
The icy blue flames surrounding the boy ignited with a sudden, violent flare. The tendrils hissed and cracked upon contact, their dark energy recoiling as though burned by something far more powerful than themselves. They writhed in agony before disintegrating into frozen ash, leaving no trace of their existence.
Her smirk faltered, her confidence crumbling as frustration took its place.
Damn… What do I do now?
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What is she trying to do now?
The boy froze the tendrils with ease, his icy flames effortlessly severing their grip. He stood motionless, his sharp mind already calculating her next move, dissecting her intentions before she could act.
And then, she moved.
Her "biggest move" wasn't the attack he had anticipated. She appeared suddenly in front of him, closing the gap faster than he could react. For the first time, she caught him off guard.
The boy tensed, every muscle primed for an incoming strike. But instead of a punch, a slash, or any assault… she hugged him.
It wasn't tender. It wasn't kind. This was no gesture of affection. Her embrace was ironclad, her arms locking around him with terrifying strength. It was suffocating, and far more dangerous than any physical strike.
The heat radiating from her body surged, magnifying to unbearable levels. Her flames roared to life, enveloping them both in an inferno so intense it felt as though the air itself was being incinerated.
Above them, the massive rings of fire she had summoned—those towering symbols of destruction—began to shift. Slowly at first, then faster, they started to shrink. The colossal structures compressed inward, collapsing with terrifying force.
The boy's eyes narrowed as realization dawned. This wasn't just an attack. This was a trigger.
The shrinking rings twisted the delicate balance of the reality marble, destabilizing it. The once-stable plane began to shudder violently, its very fabric unraveling as wild energy surged out of control. The pressure built exponentially, culminating in a deafening explosion that shook the entire dimension.
The aftermath was catastrophic.
The reality marble fractured under the strain. The intricate illusion that had formed their battlefield could no longer hold itself together. And you know what happens when reality fractures within a fabricated plane of existence, don't you?
It collapses.
And when it collapses, it doesn't simply vanish. It drags everything trapped within it into the void between reality and unreality—a place spoken of only in myths and whispers: the Fracture.
Hahahah…
At first, she couldn't tell whose laughter it was. The sound echoed through the fractured space, slicing through the eerie void like a razor-sharp blade.
"That was an incredible attack!"
Her eyes widened, and her breath hitched. She knew that voice—of course, she did. It belonged to the very person she had been holding mere moments ago.
The boy.
But something was off.
How was she even alive?
The full weight of her own attack should have annihilated her. That level of power—it was beyond anything she'd ever unleashed, far beyond what her body should've been able to endure. Yet here she was, breathing, thinking, existing.
Clarity hit her like a cold slap, and she recoiled instinctively, breaking away from him. She leaped back—but instead of landing, she floated.
Her eyes darted downward. No ground. Nothing solid beneath her feet.
Panic bubbled at the edges of her mind as she tried to make sense of it. This place didn't follow the rules of reality. It was… wrong. She summoned her fire, its familiar warmth stabilizing her, anchoring her to some semblance of control. The flames coiled around her, acting as a tether to this alien realm.
Then, her gaze snapped back to him.
He was fine.
No—more than fine. He was untouched.
No burns. No wounds. Not even a single tear in his clothes. It was as if her cataclysmic attack had never even happened.
Disbelief threatened to consume her, clawing at the edges of her thoughts. How was that possible?
Before she could spiral further, that fuckers voice broke the silence again, calm and unnervingly amused.
"You know what this place is called?"
She crossed her arms, masking her confusion with feigned indifference. "No idea."
The boy's eyes gleamed, and he gestured to their surroundings. "This place is called the Fracture."
The word hung in the air like a challenge.
"A place so easy, yet so hard to find…" he continued, his tone steady but tinged with an unsettling excitement. "The kind of place you can only access by breaking into someone else's reality."
Her brows furrowed. "Breaking… reality?"
"Yes Breaking reality. And you…" His chuckle was low, "Ha ha ha… You broke it with that last attack. Truly, you are incredible."
The mixture of awe and condescension in his voice twisted her stomach. She didn't know whether to feel praised, insulted, or utterly terrified.
He stood there, his expression maddeningly smug, as if the collapse of reality itself was just another piece in a game he was playing.
For her, though, this wasn't a game.
The rules had changed. The battlefield was gone. And she had no idea what was coming next….
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