Wish I Could Fly By Samuel Gayton
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Prelude: Genome XIX
Wish I Could Fly By Samuel Gayton
“There are no sunsets just silence,
You could see he was true and faithless.
But see through the future and forget all the lies,
Black out the words for the blind have eyes.”
The sky turned milky white, then a deep crimson as I writhed convulsively
on the floor.
And at that point, I knew the world was going to end.
The blinding white was Holy. And it had failed. Red was everywhere,
staining my vision with the blood of everyone on the Planet who would suffer
an agonising death.
Who am I?
I screamed as the first sinuous tendrils of Meteor spread across the
world, spreading like veins over their prey. It took me a while to see
the red bands of fire rippling slowly towards me.
Who am I?
At first, I didn’t see them. At first, they were so small and pathetic.
Puny against the incredible strength of Meteor. The strands of green crawled
away like maggots at the edge of my vision, and still all I saw was the
invincible red, now fading to a deep, infinate black.
Who am I?
Then, a crack in the ground opened and a green shoot exploded like
an unfolding flower of light. I screamed. Hundreds of them burst up around
me, enveloping and caressing my body with tormenting wisps of knowledge.
The Universe folded around me, fleeting past and cracking into an infinatly
shattered mirror. For a moment I was alone, terribly, desperatly alone
with my senses gone and my mind in isolation.
Then, the voices rushed in. Filling my head with knowledge that made
me cry out in pain. Whispers around me pressed in against my skull. Shouting,
screaming. Too many voices.
Pain and Ecstacy. Love and Hatred. Joy and Despair. Terror and Peace.
And boundless, limitless knowledge of the Planet.
I realised that the answer to everything was here. The past, the present,
the future. Everything was here. The Planet was here.
Who am I?
I needed to know. To lose myself in the knowledge, and just...
Leroc stood at the shores, shaking his head silently.
It just wasn’t right. Nothing was.
The sea stank. As he watched, a paralysed fish washed up on the
shore and lay there, it belly pulsating up and down as it suffocated. Leroc
would have thrown it back, but there was no point. There was never any
point, not any more.
When he got home, his wife was moaning again. ‘There are no fish
here.’ he said. ‘Not any more. Not ever.’
Then he went upstairs and cried.
No, that was not who I was. I shunted the knowledge away and delved
deeper...
Te’Lanna grimaced slowly as she watched the Cetra settlement. There
was not long until the hallowed journey to the promised land began.
Long ago, when Te’Lanna was just a child, the pitiful huts had once
been a great village inhabited by 2’000 of her kind. And before that...
the gigantic ruins jutting randomly from the grass told her of a magnificent
city, the kind that she visited in her dreams alone.
Now, there was nothing. The Great Passing of the Planet from one
species to another was about to begin. Te’Lanna only hoped that these so-called
‘humans’ would care for the Planet as much as the Cetra had.
All that was left was to return to the Great Temple. To preserve
the final memories of her race.
After that, their real lives, their real journeys, would begin.
I gasped at the information my new mind was absorbing. Incredible, incredible,
incredible. I plunged into the Lifestream (for I knew now what it was)
and left my body behind...
Sephiroth limped away from the Mako Reactor, his mind asking ‘Why?’
over and over again.
The boy... the insignificant child. He was no more than sixteen.
Sephiroth should have exterminated him easily, just like the rest of the
vermin. Then, at last, only him and Mother would remain.
But why? What had happened? He had no idea the boy was so strong.
Why was he not in SOLDIER? The Greatest Warrior on the entire Planet was
wounded and barely alive.
There was a noise behind him, and Sephiroth turned. There he was
again. His nemesis. His tormentor. His shadow.
This time, the Nightmare had over-stepped his mark. The blonde-haired
boy moved forward, finding the blade of the Masamune in his stomach.
“Don’t try your luck...” muttered Sephiroth.
What happened next was surprising. The boy, blood pouring from his
stomach, pushed the sword up into the air, taking Sephiroth with it. He
managed a breif scream before toppling down into the inky blackness.
Cloud, Cloud, Cloud. I’ll kill you...
Crack. His spine hit a rotating cog and shattered.
I don’t know why. But I knew that was it. Who I was. I snatched the
soul, devoured it greedily, confident that, before the end, I would be
someone. Something with some worth.
But I was wrong.
As soon as he entered me, Sephiroth took control. Laughing inside my
skull as he tore out my conciousness and threw it back into the Lifestream.
I screamed, resisted, but he had already won. I had gone too far into
the Lifestream, and now I was to pay. Sephiroth controlled my body and
I had nothing. I was an empty soul, trapped forever in limbo.
I tried to cry, but realised I had no eyes. I had no mouth to scream.
Everything was gone, and I was alone. The Lifestream passed me by and sped
on towards Meteor.
I just drifted, helpless, senseless, alone. A second passed in an eternity.
Who am I?