Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140816182744/@comment-5583506-20140817222212

(Now time for some deep and symbolic writing with meaning...)

Who's there?

No one was there.

''Someone? ''No reply. ''Anyone? ''No reply.

''It's so dark and so cold... Why have I never felt anything like this before? ''The feeling was indeed odd, but there was no secret as to why it felt so strange.

''Ah, I know why now... But it had to be done. Wish I could have run from it though. Why didn't I then? I had the chance. Was it all in order to protect? To protect someone you love? To make sure that they don't chase after the one's you love?''

It all seemed too confusing. As the darkness around him seemed to grow closer to him, attach itself to him, he felt a strange familiarity.

It's the feeling of the Void, he thought. So cold to the touch, yet not an unpleasant feeling...

A voice echoed in the darkness, but it wasn't one voice. It was an infinite number of voices speaking as one, and yet it sounded more clear than that of a single person. "Why are you here, my son?"

''I don't know... Why am 'I 'here? I know why, but I cannot reply.''

"You choose silence then? To be frank I am a bit disappointed with you. You were always hold in high esteem here, my child, no matter which path you chose. Yet this way of refusing to answer your creator is unbecoming of you. I had expected this kind of disrespect from your brother, but not you."

''What... what do you want me to say? I am...''

"Dead?" The voice seemed to read his mind and then gave out a pleasant, hollow chuckle. "Is that what you want be? Is that want you want to believe?"

''What? No. I don't want to believe that.''

Come out.

"Listen carefully, my son", said the voice. "No matter which you choose to believe I am here to say that I will grant you your wish, as I did with your brother, after you nearly killed him."

''So it's true then? He really was dead... Dead, but was brought back...''

''Come out. Come out.''

"I will grant you this wish only once, my son", stated the voice. "There is a world of suffering and pain waiting for you behind the path to your right, and a world which holds the unknown and the unforeseen behind the path to your right."

''Come out. Come out. Come out.''

"Not even I can tell you what lies beyond that path", continued the voice. "But your wish is clear. Return to the suffering world as you know it, or head down the other path of shrouded mysteries."

The choice had never been so simple before. He knew what had to be done. His brother had chosen the path to the right simply because he knew he could add more suffering and pain to it. But his own choice was clear. He would choose that path to counter his brother's every attempt at maintaining the world in suffering and pain. He took one step ahead of the other. Even though he couldn't even see his own hand in front of him, nor his feet, he knew he was headed the right way.

''Come out. Come out. Come out. Come out.''

The voice seemed pleased with his choice. "I don't think I need to tell you that you know that I will always love you. You may not have used your gifts as I wished to see them used, but you have remarkably enough kept to that path closer than your brother. And that is not a bad thing, actually."

''Come out. Come out. Come out. Come out. Come out.''

He turned his head back one last time. He tried to open the mouth one last time, but couldn't bring out a sound, yet somehow the voice seemed to know exactly what he wanted to say.

''Come out. Come out. Come out. Come out. Come out. Come out.''

"I don't think I need to tell you why I am doing this for you, my child. What you need to tell me is more relevant though, so I will repeat my question: Why are you here?"

He didn't know the answer himself. Yet he knew the answer as to why he was going back out there. He remained silent and kept going on his path.

''Come out. Come out. Come out. Come out. Come out. Come out. Come out.''

"That's the spirit, son", said the voice. "There are no answers to a question, when the answer itself seems meaningless. In other words: Why are you here when it is clear to yourself that you belong out there and not here?"

He smiled as he kept going on the path. He knew the main reason why he was heading back. Because amidst the chaos in the world of the living, there were something left fighting for. Something no amount of suffering nor pain could render unworthy of fighting for...

''Come out. Come out. Come out. Come out. Come out. Come out. Come out. Come out.''

He wanted to shout out a name, but no words came from his lips. It wouldn't matter here though, it was only a couple of more moments before he could utter the name.

''Mara... I... love... you!''

He then opened his eyes wide. He was awake at last...

I love you...