Elliot stared at the sterile white ceiling as he struggled for each labored breath.
The incessant beeping of the machine that was barely keeping him alive seemed louder than usual.
Ever since his lung cancer diagnosis, he had lived each day battling the merciless disease, clinging to the hope that he might prevail.
But for those who could not afford it, hope could be a dangerous thing to cling to. And Elliot was realizing it quite early in life.
He blamed it all on his workplace.
As an esteemed engineer and valedictorian, intelligence was an understatement of his brilliant and creative mind.
But he had been naive, falling for the wrong woman and working under her ruthless father.
Her father had been excavating gold from a perilous site and had needed to hide the operation. So, building an oil rig provided the perfect cover, and while it was under construction, the gold could be hastily extracted without arousing suspicion.
Elliot's ingenious mind had been exploited throughout the whole charade. Like a tool, he had been used completely and then discarded by both his girlfriend and her father.
Just seven months into working there, Elliot had been diagnosed with lung cancer, though its origins remained unclear. Shortly after, his girlfriend left him, and her father erased his existence.
All of Elliot's life savings went towards desperately trying to battle the cancer. That fight now seemed profoundly foolish.
He should have surrendered from the very beginning.
Gritting his teeth, Elliot resentfully replayed it all in his mind. Why, why, why had he been cursed with such misfortune? Why couldn't the world be a better place?
As Elliot felt the remaining life drain from his body, he forced himself to release his bitter hatred. At least he didn't want to die and become a lingering, wandering spirit.
'If I die now… I wish I could start over in a better world...'
He knew it was pure fantasy, impossible in reality. But as death approached, such thoughts preoccupied his mind.
Ever since he started chemotherapy, Elliot had developed a love for novels and comics about characters who died, awakened, and became reincarnated in other worlds.
Why not indulge in a bit of fairy tale? He was a dying man after all… cut him some slack.
Elliot smiled slightly, losing himself in fanciful daydreams of life beyond this one. Baseless and fleeting, such musings would simply scatter like dust when death's candle blew out his flame.
Yet, for now, imagining another chance is what kept the faint smile on his face.
The machine's beeping slowed... Nurses rushed in as doctors desperately tried to save him.
"Charging to 120 joules. Clear!"
Beeeep!
"Charging to 150 joules. Clear!"
Beeeeep!
Their efforts faded into the background as Elliott's smile faded into a lifeless one. His eyes glazed over as desperate chaos unfolded around his corpse.
With a last failed jolt of electricity, the doctor conceded defeat, dropping the defibrillators. "Time of death, 3:04 pm..."
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Peace at last...or so Elliot assumed.
Where was this place? He wondered to himself.
He couldn't feel his body, just an orb-like essence.
Strange glowing orbs traversed a vast expanse of white roads leading toward different portals.
Curious, he wondered— what are those things?
"Those, my friend, are souls," a masculine voice replied unexpectedly.
Elliot tried glancing upwards but could only see about ninety degrees above.
Then, without willing it, his orb floated up toward the source of the voice.
What met his gaze was someone, or rather, something too perfect to be mortal. Flowing silver locks framed striking yet sage features with flawless symmetry.
Garbed in ornate floral fabrics, everything about this being oozed cunning intellect and absolute authority. He had a divine, terrible beauty.
"Hello, odd one," he murmured while closely scrutinizing the soul in his palm.
"Never have I encountered a soul so curious about other souls."
He twirled his fingers, blue sparks dancing around them. Then his eyes shot wide.
"Oh my!" His mouth fell open in astonishment.
An ear-to-ear grin stretched across his face.
"In three thousand years, never did I expect to discover such a rare treasure!"
He shouted joyously, giddily tossing the soul up and catching it.
Thoroughly perplexed, Elliot wished the exuberant stranger would explain what was happening instead of throwing him around like a ball.
But before Elliot could question anything, the being conjured a portal with a swirl of his finger.
"I'm sending you somewhere exciting! But given the urgency, explanations will have to wait. I promise to give you help and answers soon!"
Laughing, he hurtled Elliot's soul towards the shimmering portal. But in the final moments, an external force knocked his trajectory off-course, sending him tumbling down endless glowing pathways.
The man whipped around furiously.
"How dare you!" He spat.
"You'd be stupid to think that I'd let you have your way, trickster," a wispy female voice retorted.
An ancient, diminutive woman leaned on a cane, seemingly materializing from thin air.
"Meddlesome hag!" The man hissed.
"What could you possibly know?"
She shrugged indifferently. "I know nothing. But that soul's not going back to you."
Cackling, her entire presence exuded a mischievous, cunning aura.
The man glared at the sea of souls and then smirked coldly.
"Foolish old crone. Have you forgotten that I am the God of Deceit? No matter where he lands, I will find him."
With that foreboding declaration, the man disappeared, and the woman's triumphant expression chilled into unease.
Meanwhile, Elliot's soul continued falling further down the glittering cosmic maze. Then, after a few more aimless tumbles, he landed on an empty, isolated path.
Gazing around, Elliot saw no other souls. He couldn't fly or climb back up the brilliant white web.
But directly ahead lay an open portal.
Ominous yet enticing, it offered the only way forward. Against his better judgment, Elliott entered the ominous gate.
His vision faded into darkness. Müddled sounds of chaotic chatter and a woman's pained screams filtered through.
"Push! Push my lady! Push!"
It felt arduous… oppressive. Then Elliott felt himself being pulled out by a strong force both inside and outside.
With cold dread, he suddenly understood.
'Oh crap...'
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Elliott realized two things the moment he emerged from the young woman's womb.
One. He wasn't being born in some metropolitan hospital... They weren't even indoors.
Two. The lives of the people currently around him were in grave peril.
He couldn't see or hear very clearly, but he could at least discern the urgency in their voices.
What had gone wrong?
What was amiss?
Why were these people in such a flurry?
He received no answers to those questions, though.
He was swaddled in the clothes of the lady who had just given birth to him and placed in some bushes.
"Don't worry, my lady. I'm sure the young prince will be safe. Astrin will protect him. We will come back for him... but we cannot afford to lose you." The ladies cried out to the young woman as she strained to reach for her child.
She was pale and exhausted, looking like she might perish at any moment.
Yet she struggled vehemently to reach for her infant but was restrained by the other ladies who had assisted her in the successful delivery.
A man in a ceremonial garb suddenly arrived, his face rugged but hinting at an experienced warrior.
"We must depart immediately. We cannot linger any longer."
The ladies nodded toward him.
He stepped forward, and his hands moved swiftly, striking the young woman's neck. All her strength vanished as she lost consciousness.
Then he lifted her in his arms.
"Please, you must ensure her highness is protected. We will stay and safeguard the young prince. Do not fret, we shall shield him at the cost of our lives." They vowed to the man.
With a curt nod, he took flight, disappearing into the distance.
The young ladies, three of them, regarded each other with bittersweet smiles.
They turned to the infant concealed in the bushes, silent and observant with sea-blue eyes and a strange curiosity etched on his face.
Their hearts seemed to flutter as they gazed upon him one last time.
"Child of the prophecy, we the triad sisters will gladly surrender our lives to protect you," the one in the middle said.
Her face was worn from scars and strain, and stained with blood here and there.
Her brunette hair was braided into a ponytail, and her eyebrows were thick.
She leaned closer and used her finger to draw an arc on the boy's forehead, then did the same to her own. The other two followed suit.
"Stay protected, young one."
She closed her palms together and chanted something inaudibly.
Immediately, the grasses grew and intertwined, completely enveloping the infant within their embrace.
Then she looked at her sisters, and all three nodded before running out of the bush.
They ran as far away from the baby as they could until they reached a narrow road.
Unfortunately, the moment they did, someone... Or rather, something... tore through the very space before.
They froze in fear, unable to move as the creature, oozing black smoke, revealed itself.
It was fully shrouded in black metallic armor, the only visible area being the visor, which glinted with a malicious crimson light that flowed like traces of fire.
It dragged a large, thorned sword behind it.
The three sisters shook with terror as the creature regarded them.
It paused and tilted its head slightly. Then the next second, it vanished, reappearing behind them in the blink of an eye.
It swung its sword upward, inflicting a crude gash on the back of the nearest sister.
The brunette quickly joined her hands and began to mutter, but the creature's metal-clad hand entered her mouth and tore it apart.
It immediately grasped the third one by the neck, raised her, and plunged its thorned sword into her belly, her internal organs spilling forth.
The woman let out a shrill scream as the dark being twisted its sword, her eyes widening and nearly popping out of their sockets, even as they became void and lifeless.
The creature dropped her and turned to the brunette whose mouth it had torn, but she was nowhere to be found.
Unfazed, it turned around to inspect its surroundings, and upon detecting a trail of blood, shot forward like a whistling arrow.
The lady was doing her utmost, running while clutching her torn jaw together. However, blood dripped between her fingers, down her throat, and onto the ground.
She was in immense agony, but she didn't stop.
She had to lead the creature as far away from the infant as she could. That was the entire essence of this plan.
Her face held such determination, even though her jaw was hanging loose.
She kept running and running, but no amount of running could have been enough to outrun the dark knight.
It appeared before her, emerging from the wind, and swung its sword horizontally.
With the sound of the crude blade slicing through the air, the lady's head flew into the embrace of the dark skies and toppled to the ground.
Her headless body crumbled.
The knight stood motionless for a few minutes, then turned its head around to check if any other creature had survived.
After a while, it vanished into thin air.
The moon gave way to the sun, and soon morning arrived, the bright light of day accompanied by a cold rain that drenched the entire forest.
The leaves basked in the downpour, washing away the crimson gore that had been spilled the night before.
The forest seemed serene, as if nothing eventful had occurred, and the bodies of the ladies became submerged in the water, carried away by the low stream caused by the downpour.
A couple who should have been ensconced in their home, reveling in the morning, were instead running in the rain, their soft tunics drenched.
The woman was a blonde with a slender body, her skin smooth, and her face like the glimmering rays of a saintess, with a golden eye that bestowed her with so much grace.
The man she danced with in the rain was a young, muscular soldier, bearing a scar over his nose that did not detract from the shine of his red eyes.
His curly hair was wet from the rain and his entire demeanor— though free-spirited— was imbued with the aura of a battle-hardened warrior.
Together they played in the rain and ran around, filling the cold embrace of the forest with so much love.
The lady drew the young man to her, kissing him passionately as she shivered in the cold.
His hands enveloped her for a moment, then lifted her, before slowly laying her down.
The rain poured down relentlessly. Yet these two seemed not to care.
The man slowly undid the laces of her tunic, a cocky grin on his face, while she watched him carefully, observing his actions.
After fully opening her tunic, he was about to unbutton his own shirt when both of them heard a strange sound.
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