12-30-2015, 05:12 PM
A shrill wheeze for air filled the cold and empty void she lay, a short gasp for air soon following as the body of the woman groggily moved into a state of consciousness. Her black hair sprawled across the even darker floor, her glasses on the verge of snapping in two as the woman lie awkwardly on the ground of the abyss.
As she moved her head up, her eyes painfully adjusted to the scene around her, soon remembering her name and what had happened to her seemingly minutes ago. Morene, her name was. A huntress to most, but in her eyes, a striving soul hoping to make things right. Morene had realized that before she had awoken, hearts like hers would most likely run into more trouble than it's worth. Only then did the woman's mind flashed to her own blade locking with a burly winged beast, a legendary gargoyle known only to her as Grigore.
Yet, his name wasn't as important now, considering she pretty much turned him to dust. Of course, Morene thought to herself as she looked down at her arm with her increasingly hazy vision, sitting in this cold and dark room, that she was still bit by this Grigore individual. Didn't feel too nice, and it certainly done her in good considering she got knocked out because of it...
The huntress blinked. Wait, she thought... room? Was she even in a room at all?
Morene shook her head slightly, the migraine still heating up in her skull as she tried to focus. Every single tiny sound and scuffle the woman made as she inspected her wounds echoed throughout the vacant void she sat on. Something didn't add up here.
The woman slowly reached up to grab at her hat covered head, hoping that it would keep her brain from tearing away at every single nerve ending bundled up in a headache induced mess. Squinting, Morene inhaled, filling her already ripped lungs with as much oxygen as she could possibly breathe in. Thankfully enough, her watery eyes dropped enough tears to clear up the sleep building up in the crevices of her eyelids.
Her vision came back to her, yet she could still barely see. She felt no wobbly feeling in her knees as she sat, yet she saw nothing to stand up on. Everything around her was dark as death.
Perhaps she did die? Morene couldn't help but ask, before immediately shooting that theory down based on the stinging pain in her ears. Pressing her gloved hand onto the floor beneath her, the huntress' eyes seemed to deceive her based on her observation that she shouldn't be feeling anything in the first place.
It couldn't have been so dark that she couldn't see anything around her, because she had abilities that helped with counteracting that problem. Even if that was the case, she wouldn't have been able to see herself and the huge row of teeth marks that previously sunk and tore into the bottom of her right gauntlet.
Finally standing upright, Morene turned around, snapping her line of sight towards... something that wasn't completely pitch black.
In matter of fact, this thing Morene had seemingly discovered was glowing with such vibrance it appeared to be completely white.
The more the huntress looked at this figure, the more humanoid it seemed. The object looked as if it were getting closer and closer to the woman, yet it did not move. Morene's vision distorted and bent, almost like a bad drug trip. Could have been illusive magics, but for the strangest reason, the woman did not move in reaction to her suspicions. Morene only stood, waiting for this brightly glowing speck to come to her.
Morene waited and waited longer, watching as the sitting figure of what looked to be a man came only a few meters away from the huntress, not even moving a muscle. Despite this, the huntress couldn't help but feel as if that crooked smile on his otherwise blank and empty white face grew larger and larger the more she looked at it.
She knew he'd begin to speak. He knew he needed to speak. When his voice came however, Morene felt surprised as she listened to the terrifying, yet soothing sound of a thousand voices call out to her all at once.
The huntress blinked, almost unamused. This wasn't the strangest thing she's been a part of for sure, and yet despite her gut reaction to scoff at it all, she couldn't help but feel mesmerized by how vague this Omni was with his words. Perhaps it was the way he talked, or maybe it was the way this realm was described to her. Either way, Morene listened in, interested in Omni's next words as he was interested in her own life, or at least as he claimed to be.
Before Omni spoke another word, the figure raised his hands, forming a brightly colored sphere of raw energy suspended in the black void in front of him. It glided in the air, as if a leaf blowing in the wind, before falling gently into Morene's palms. The feeling of this energy soothed the huntresses various pains, and before the woman could look up and ask Omni of his intentions, his voice echoed into the void, perhaps reading the woman's mind.
If she could, Morene would have chuckled. Magic by any other name, or just life energy. Nothing she wasn't too unfamiliar with, so she thought.
As the Omnilium described by Omni pulsed through Morene's body, she couldn't help but notice it felt... different than what she was used to back on Terra, her home world. The huntress felt the need to experiment with this new gift, as she would best describe it.
Morene looked for questions to ask, though all of them came to her mind so fast that she couldn't pick anything specific. Before she even had the chance to think about it, Omni spoke his final words to her.
The woman's eyes widened. Not because of any sudden revelation as to what Omni had said, his mentions of revival, or the obvious assumption that there would be others like Morene wandering this realm, but because at that very moment, she felt her vision begin blur once more, fading into even darker blackness than the abyss she had stood on only seconds ago.
A few seconds passed, and everything went numb.
Only a few moments passed before Morene's eyes fluttered open, same as last time. Though the pain was noticeably less present, the woman immediately noticed all the darkness of the void was thereby replaced with nothing but a blank white plane, just as empty as the last.
Or, so it seemed to be empty. Feeling a scratching at her back, the huntress placed a hand at her side, feeling a rough surface behind her. She turned, realizing what she was leaning on to be no wall. Looking up slightly, Morene found the perfectly chiseled brick edges of a fountain, glistening with flowing water by the sound of it.
Getting up, Morene mumbled, "What--"
She stopped for a second as she got to her knees, realizing was finally able to talk again, though that wasn't exactly the reason as to why she stopped in place.
Looking at the strange fountain, the water spewing and flowing from the top of the protruding structure of concrete seemed to sparkle with every drop, subtle yet beautiful enough to put Morene in a sense of awe. She hadn't seen anything so clean in a long time, even though the situation at hand didn't let her spend too much time looking at how pretty the water is.
Sighing, the huntress took her hands and placed it on the ends of the fountain, sitting down comfortably. Crossing her legs, Morene looked around the almost blinding white void and onto the little dots and specs moving around her beyond the horizons. Tugging at her blue poncho she felt covering her shoulder, Morene rested her head onto it, still not quite sure what to make of the situation she was faced with.
Yet, despite the horribly confusing and pace-breaking introduction into this Omniverse, the woman couldn't help but chuckle a bit.
Only a few faint voices and the sounds of flowing water could be heard after that. Breaking the illusion of silence masked by the ambiance of the Nexus, Morene whispered to herself with a hint of irony in her voice and a grin forming upon her lips.
"I must admit, this is quite the first impression, Omni."
As she moved her head up, her eyes painfully adjusted to the scene around her, soon remembering her name and what had happened to her seemingly minutes ago. Morene, her name was. A huntress to most, but in her eyes, a striving soul hoping to make things right. Morene had realized that before she had awoken, hearts like hers would most likely run into more trouble than it's worth. Only then did the woman's mind flashed to her own blade locking with a burly winged beast, a legendary gargoyle known only to her as Grigore.
Yet, his name wasn't as important now, considering she pretty much turned him to dust. Of course, Morene thought to herself as she looked down at her arm with her increasingly hazy vision, sitting in this cold and dark room, that she was still bit by this Grigore individual. Didn't feel too nice, and it certainly done her in good considering she got knocked out because of it...
The huntress blinked. Wait, she thought... room? Was she even in a room at all?
Morene shook her head slightly, the migraine still heating up in her skull as she tried to focus. Every single tiny sound and scuffle the woman made as she inspected her wounds echoed throughout the vacant void she sat on. Something didn't add up here.
The woman slowly reached up to grab at her hat covered head, hoping that it would keep her brain from tearing away at every single nerve ending bundled up in a headache induced mess. Squinting, Morene inhaled, filling her already ripped lungs with as much oxygen as she could possibly breathe in. Thankfully enough, her watery eyes dropped enough tears to clear up the sleep building up in the crevices of her eyelids.
Her vision came back to her, yet she could still barely see. She felt no wobbly feeling in her knees as she sat, yet she saw nothing to stand up on. Everything around her was dark as death.
Perhaps she did die? Morene couldn't help but ask, before immediately shooting that theory down based on the stinging pain in her ears. Pressing her gloved hand onto the floor beneath her, the huntress' eyes seemed to deceive her based on her observation that she shouldn't be feeling anything in the first place.
It couldn't have been so dark that she couldn't see anything around her, because she had abilities that helped with counteracting that problem. Even if that was the case, she wouldn't have been able to see herself and the huge row of teeth marks that previously sunk and tore into the bottom of her right gauntlet.
Finally standing upright, Morene turned around, snapping her line of sight towards... something that wasn't completely pitch black.
In matter of fact, this thing Morene had seemingly discovered was glowing with such vibrance it appeared to be completely white.
The more the huntress looked at this figure, the more humanoid it seemed. The object looked as if it were getting closer and closer to the woman, yet it did not move. Morene's vision distorted and bent, almost like a bad drug trip. Could have been illusive magics, but for the strangest reason, the woman did not move in reaction to her suspicions. Morene only stood, waiting for this brightly glowing speck to come to her.
Morene waited and waited longer, watching as the sitting figure of what looked to be a man came only a few meters away from the huntress, not even moving a muscle. Despite this, the huntress couldn't help but feel as if that crooked smile on his otherwise blank and empty white face grew larger and larger the more she looked at it.
She knew he'd begin to speak. He knew he needed to speak. When his voice came however, Morene felt surprised as she listened to the terrifying, yet soothing sound of a thousand voices call out to her all at once.
Omni Wrote:“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 huntress blinked, almost unamused. This wasn't the strangest thing she's been a part of for sure, and yet despite her gut reaction to scoff at it all, she couldn't help but feel mesmerized by how vague this Omni was with his words. Perhaps it was the way he talked, or maybe it was the way this realm was described to her. Either way, Morene listened in, interested in Omni's next words as he was interested in her own life, or at least as he claimed to be.
Before Omni spoke another word, the figure raised his hands, forming a brightly colored sphere of raw energy suspended in the black void in front of him. It glided in the air, as if a leaf blowing in the wind, before falling gently into Morene's palms. The feeling of this energy soothed the huntresses various pains, and before the woman could look up and ask Omni of his intentions, his voice echoed into the void, perhaps reading the woman's mind.
Omni Wrote:“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."
If she could, Morene would have chuckled. Magic by any other name, or just life energy. Nothing she wasn't too unfamiliar with, so she thought.
As the Omnilium described by Omni pulsed through Morene's body, she couldn't help but notice it felt... different than what she was used to back on Terra, her home world. The huntress felt the need to experiment with this new gift, as she would best describe it.
Morene looked for questions to ask, though all of them came to her mind so fast that she couldn't pick anything specific. Before she even had the chance to think about it, Omni spoke his final words to her.
Omni Wrote:“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.”
The woman's eyes widened. Not because of any sudden revelation as to what Omni had said, his mentions of revival, or the obvious assumption that there would be others like Morene wandering this realm, but because at that very moment, she felt her vision begin blur once more, fading into even darker blackness than the abyss she had stood on only seconds ago.
A few seconds passed, and everything went numb.
. . .
Only a few moments passed before Morene's eyes fluttered open, same as last time. Though the pain was noticeably less present, the woman immediately noticed all the darkness of the void was thereby replaced with nothing but a blank white plane, just as empty as the last.
Or, so it seemed to be empty. Feeling a scratching at her back, the huntress placed a hand at her side, feeling a rough surface behind her. She turned, realizing what she was leaning on to be no wall. Looking up slightly, Morene found the perfectly chiseled brick edges of a fountain, glistening with flowing water by the sound of it.
Getting up, Morene mumbled, "What--"
She stopped for a second as she got to her knees, realizing was finally able to talk again, though that wasn't exactly the reason as to why she stopped in place.
Looking at the strange fountain, the water spewing and flowing from the top of the protruding structure of concrete seemed to sparkle with every drop, subtle yet beautiful enough to put Morene in a sense of awe. She hadn't seen anything so clean in a long time, even though the situation at hand didn't let her spend too much time looking at how pretty the water is.
Sighing, the huntress took her hands and placed it on the ends of the fountain, sitting down comfortably. Crossing her legs, Morene looked around the almost blinding white void and onto the little dots and specs moving around her beyond the horizons. Tugging at her blue poncho she felt covering her shoulder, Morene rested her head onto it, still not quite sure what to make of the situation she was faced with.
Yet, despite the horribly confusing and pace-breaking introduction into this Omniverse, the woman couldn't help but chuckle a bit.
Only a few faint voices and the sounds of flowing water could be heard after that. Breaking the illusion of silence masked by the ambiance of the Nexus, Morene whispered to herself with a hint of irony in her voice and a grin forming upon her lips.
"I must admit, this is quite the first impression, Omni."