06-21-2017, 06:49 PM
”Are you going to wake up any time soon?” A condescending, albeit smooth voice rung clearly in Cole’s mind, urging him towards consciousness.
He could hear the gentle sound of running water, and feel the cold, hard stones beneath him, where he was laying on the ground. He propped himself up with a grunt of effort. He tried opening his eyes, but they protested the brightness of his surroundings, and it took a moment for them to adjust to the pure, unceasing white background around him.
“Wh.. where…?” Cole began, shaking his head in a vain attempt to throw off the fog permeating his mind. He felt terrible, like he was run over by a freight truck. His arms were sore from overuse, his legs were almost completely numb, and his head throbbed trying to understand where he was and what happened. His clothes, a simple navy-blue denim jacket with a white undershirt and jeans, were tattered and bloodied, cut in several places. Though try as Cole might, he couldn’t find any injuries on his person. He felt like he had just woken up from a battle gone terribly wrong, but he couldn’t for the life of him remember what happened.
”I hope you had a good nap.” The same voice rung again in Cole’s mind, exacerbating the dull, throbbing pain that racked his head even more.
“Stop that…!” Cole hoarsely protested, reflexively placing a hand on his head. He noticed the dry blood caked onto his hair in several places, but again, there were no injuries. When he tried again to remember, some memories finally came flooding back in a series of painful flashes.
He was falling in an endless abyss, wounds covering his body and blood trailing behind him in disconnected streams of vibrant red against the blackness of the void. The white glimmer of the world he was leaving was rapidly growing dimmer and his consciousness was fading at a similar pace.
But then he had stopped falling. It wasn’t sudden, but rather it was subtle, as if the momentum suddenly left without notice. Cole was floating there, numb to everything around him. When he opened his eyes, he saw a grinning face belonging to a pure white silhouette, standing out from the abyssal background. He tried to speak, but found his voice had abandoned him. He tried to move, but his body refused him.
Then the phantom that was before him spoke.
The voice rung in his mind and ears, impossibly traversing the airless void. The figure reached out with an open palm, and in it lay a orb, glimmering with all the colors of the spectrum against the inky blackness surrounding them.
With its final words, the silhouette cast Cole back into the ceaseless void, falling down endlessly for an unknown amount of time until it faded away completely. When next he awoke, he was laying before the fountain.
”I’m glad you remember some of what happened. Now if you would get off the floor and actually look around…” The voice again rung in his head, scolding him. It was different in tone and power than the one the silhouette known as Omni spoke with.
“Who…” Cole looked around futilely, finding nobody but himself near the ornate stone fountain.
”Come on, up you go.” A different voice spoke out from the depths of his mind, willing his body to move. Slowly, Cole got to his feet, his legs shaky and uncertain while his head throbbed ever more with the effort.
”See? Not that hard. Now to remember, if you can.” The voice encouraged him. It was softer than the other, more supportive and gentler as compared to the smooth but icy one from before.
“Remember what?” Cole asked, but garnered no response. He looked around, trying to get his bearings in order. In the distance he could just barely make out something… structures, he thought, maybe arches? It was difficult to tell, and they were difficult to discern from the canvas white background.
“… Might as well start walking.” Cole muttered, wandering down a randomly selected path towards one of the structures in the distance. It was miles off, but he could use the time to try and remember who he was or where he came from. Or at the very least make sense of what was happening to him.
He could hear the gentle sound of running water, and feel the cold, hard stones beneath him, where he was laying on the ground. He propped himself up with a grunt of effort. He tried opening his eyes, but they protested the brightness of his surroundings, and it took a moment for them to adjust to the pure, unceasing white background around him.
“Wh.. where…?” Cole began, shaking his head in a vain attempt to throw off the fog permeating his mind. He felt terrible, like he was run over by a freight truck. His arms were sore from overuse, his legs were almost completely numb, and his head throbbed trying to understand where he was and what happened. His clothes, a simple navy-blue denim jacket with a white undershirt and jeans, were tattered and bloodied, cut in several places. Though try as Cole might, he couldn’t find any injuries on his person. He felt like he had just woken up from a battle gone terribly wrong, but he couldn’t for the life of him remember what happened.
”I hope you had a good nap.” The same voice rung again in Cole’s mind, exacerbating the dull, throbbing pain that racked his head even more.
“Stop that…!” Cole hoarsely protested, reflexively placing a hand on his head. He noticed the dry blood caked onto his hair in several places, but again, there were no injuries. When he tried again to remember, some memories finally came flooding back in a series of painful flashes.
He was falling in an endless abyss, wounds covering his body and blood trailing behind him in disconnected streams of vibrant red against the blackness of the void. The white glimmer of the world he was leaving was rapidly growing dimmer and his consciousness was fading at a similar pace.
But then he had stopped falling. It wasn’t sudden, but rather it was subtle, as if the momentum suddenly left without notice. Cole was floating there, numb to everything around him. When he opened his eyes, he saw a grinning face belonging to a pure white silhouette, standing out from the abyssal background. He tried to speak, but found his voice had abandoned him. He tried to move, but his body refused him.
Then the phantom that was before him spoke.
Quote:“My name is Omni. This is not the world you know. This is the Omniverse. You interest me, so I have made you part of it. The Omniverse is a place that reflects the wishes of those who are part of it. But! There are rules. I will explain them only once, so listen carefully.”
The voice rung in his mind and ears, impossibly traversing the airless void. The figure reached out with an open palm, and in it lay a orb, glimmering with all the colors of the spectrum against the inky blackness surrounding them.
Quote:“This is Omnilium. It’s what ties the Omniverse together. Without it, you are nothing. With it, anything you desire can be yours. But you will need more than this. If you desire it enough, you will find it. You will find that using it comes naturally. Just think of what you desire most.”
“You will not be alone in the Omniverse. There are others. Of course, they, too desire Omnilium. Do not fear death. For as long as you interest me, you will be reborn.
“That’s all you need to know right now. You’ll figure out the rest soon enough. I’ll be watching … and waiting.”
With its final words, the silhouette cast Cole back into the ceaseless void, falling down endlessly for an unknown amount of time until it faded away completely. When next he awoke, he was laying before the fountain.
”I’m glad you remember some of what happened. Now if you would get off the floor and actually look around…” The voice again rung in his head, scolding him. It was different in tone and power than the one the silhouette known as Omni spoke with.
“Who…” Cole looked around futilely, finding nobody but himself near the ornate stone fountain.
”Come on, up you go.” A different voice spoke out from the depths of his mind, willing his body to move. Slowly, Cole got to his feet, his legs shaky and uncertain while his head throbbed ever more with the effort.
”See? Not that hard. Now to remember, if you can.” The voice encouraged him. It was softer than the other, more supportive and gentler as compared to the smooth but icy one from before.
“Remember what?” Cole asked, but garnered no response. He looked around, trying to get his bearings in order. In the distance he could just barely make out something… structures, he thought, maybe arches? It was difficult to tell, and they were difficult to discern from the canvas white background.
“… Might as well start walking.” Cole muttered, wandering down a randomly selected path towards one of the structures in the distance. It was miles off, but he could use the time to try and remember who he was or where he came from. Or at the very least make sense of what was happening to him.