Something Wicked This Way Comes

[Tom Marvolo Riddle]

White, white everywhere. How could a god be so unimaginative? Or perhaps it was a fit of boredom that had struck the being and He felt vindictive enough to inflict his madness upon myself and less fortunate ilk. Above me though was a massive structure that I had to say did show at least a little foresight and effort.

Not a total loss then, but still unimaginative. In time I’m sure I could do better-

My eyes caught white on white, quite a feat, but it wasn’t something to marvel at, at the moment.

Armored figures were attempting to subdue a cloaked figure in a rather violent fashion that I approved of. Though they seemed to be ineffectual much to their demise. Whoever they were, it seemed that they had their hands full and the quick to react types at that. Not conducive to staying healthy provided the lot of them lived long enough to even notice me let alone pay me a visit. Those lances of reds were especially worrying.

Magic?

I had never known wizarding kind to wear armor such as that or at all, unless you counted dragons hide clothing which had been at the top of my list. It’s the difference of wearing a nice set of robes and wearing robes of kings and this didn’t even seem to factor and yet the light- my jaw clenched, a sensation that had been foreign to me for so long and now I was faced with a real reason to do so. Armor and spellfire, a mystery to which I was not privy to nor would it become knowledge that could access.

It was unacceptable but also a necessity.

Walking that way would assuredly lead me into possible conflict or interaction I wasn’t ready for. I may have the destiny he laid out for me, but that did not mean I had the experience and something told me pieces were missing. A sense of loss that echoed through my hollows.

With an awareness of impending doom ringing in the form of a firefight’s staccato I turned an eye upon the world with quick detail as my goal. Doorways loomed in the distance and each from a glance seemed to be marked by stereotypes that if I was right were decidedly human. So either man had built them or someone inhuman, Omni perhaps, had patterned them off of human concepts. A smoldering archway, spewing smoke and ember was proof enough of that… now if it was ice cold inside then irony could be the modus operandi instead.

Either way they were descriptive enough to figure out which ones were likely suspects.

Instinct would have to serve me as well until I my hypothesis was tested for better or for worse, or at least until Irony become reality and circumstance had me slitting a cannibalistic child’s throat in the land of sunshine and daisies. After all what was this new lease on life without running into the strange, surprising and the cliché? Probably someplace far saner than the wizarding world had treated me in my days as a human- no, in the days before my creation.

Moving with a plan felt right, even if in reality I had no idea where I was going. At least for now I could pretend and that alone made this new sensation of existence a bit more endurable.

Just minutes ago I should have been consigned to oblivion and instead I found myself within an afterlife of sorts. Best to wonder how such things came to be after securing a place of safety, hopefully an Inn of some kind and maybe some butterbeer.

A grin alighted my mouth; yes something along those lines would do quite nicely…

Onward, to destiny, death or at least a decent drink!