Mmorpg: Unity

It had been a week since Shaka had left the cave of Lord Gu, His stomach growled deeply every intestine bubbling. His throat dry from the lack satisfaction, his whole body wallowing in the pain of emptiness. "F.u.c.k again!" He was at the tavern having a a cold sweet brew the wooden cup sweating from the coldness.

He had been suffering every since he came back from the realm. His bones ached as they had started grinding on each other. All the food and drink tasted mostly of void, the sensations of when the tongue is burnt one can make out a flavor here and there but for the most part its ash.

The first day was particularly hard as he had bought a lot of food to celebrate him becoming a creator, his whole body radiated tonnes of energy a slight glint could be seen micro lesions had started appearing on the In his eyes. His focus turned towards making his tools so he can start making the equipment for his new skill set.

His rise in power had changed things about him on a fundamental level, it was one of the worst things to ever happen to him.[He just did not know it yet]. His senses had been sharpened so the he needed a more concentrated flavors, all the food he tried so far so was lackl.u.s.ter. The thirst was the worst because no matter how much he drank it would not satisfy, the first night felt like he throat was trying to walk out of his neck from the lack of drink.

He asked as he did everyday as he paced through the village asking everyone of them as to try get a clue to remedy the situation. Alas he was not lucky this day or any day before. He walked slumped over with a face like a slapped arse towards his humble green barn.

He opened the door slowly and without enthusiasm, he checked each sets of herbs individually tasting the leaves of each hoping for a small taste of the past. Life without food food proved difficult everyday worse than the last. A spark had left his life it was as if the world was in black and white all the colour drained.

Shaka is a little heartbroken , "It's not fair why me?" The reason had not made itself clear to him, each day he thought about what changed, the thousand years with Gu was not a physical activity but a mental one so something must have knocked something loose. Shaka was scartching every memory for a small clue, a speck of dust of a clue he would follow to the ends of the planet.

His mind was razzled, even the water turned to heartbreak on his tongue. One of the tavern regulars commented, "Hey are you alright you are starting to look like a twig?" The depression had blackened his eyes, but he was sure that he ate enough everyday, his soul was yet to be defeated.

He walked out without even replying to the old man, a slow march towards the river. His appearance in the rivers reflection hazy, clearly thou he was much thinner, his collar bone clearly visible, his cheeks bones also, in essence a walking skeleton. His body was obviously eating itself.

Shaka was at a further lose he did not know what to do. His alchemy skill was still very basic, the tools he needed would take at least weeks to forge just the devilglass need to make the set. besides even he had them he did not have any of the ingredients.

He still had to try thou, his life depended on his own d.e.s.i.r.e to live. The fire in his soul burned with the strength of a thousand suns if one was able to look deep within him they would see great amounts of energy flowing through ever fibre of his being.

Shaka moved as quickly as his frail body allowed his clothes loosely hanging, the processes of his deterioration was expanded exponentially. He barely made it to the barn, he materialized his spear to use as a walking stick. His visage disappearing right before his eyes, the the bracelet of teleportation barely hanging on his frame.

Shaka could no longer support himself, every breath a heavily laboured effort, his body spread out on the floor. The fear of knowing one death is coming cut at his throat with every breath, the light in his eyes slowly going out, his body radiated a great energy, the process of forming a core was happening in his body. He felt it all very single cell in his body lose life his final breath laid long painful unyielding it seemed to last an hour, the final embrace of life loosing itself from him. He was no more all the excitement of life lost, the determination of goals defeated, the love of his life unawares.

Shaka's spirit gone.....

The day past without anyone noticing the absence of Shaka. He had left only his clothes and dust on the ground. His tome glowing it had been expelled from his ring space with the rest of his items.

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A tall fierce coloured woman sat atop a golden throne. Around her each star a universe, An orator begun to sing her praises

The Great Creator, weaver of the nine realms, High father, All mother Oshun Queen Rwanda, First Daughter Gambia, Brightest Son Niger, Tree Of The Worlds Ghana, Stars in skies Zulu, all are one with you. We sing to your breath, dance to your embrace, live in your sight by your grace.....

The platform was in the middle of space with nine smaller platforms floating around it. The orator a Hexlapod speaking in the nine tongues all at once. His arms moved gracefully as he weaved a solar system together as he finished her praises it floated into space slowly.

Shaka was taking in the sights, his body was in a corporeal form. A giant humanoid elephant with eight arms and six tusks was floating a out a ball of clouds having a gay ole time.

The platforms all moved together as the solar system was far enough away. Shaka was pulled into the middle with eight other spirits. The Orator grabbed each of their hands at the same, he had many arms phasing in and working systems that Shaka had no chance to understand.

The Orator moved without his feet stepping closer to Oshun. He whispered in her ear. She waved him off her eyes endlessly deep, her lips the colour of Mithril. " Welcome my children please enjoy your time with us, son Ganesha has organised a small festival to celebrate the birth of new gods, and their chosen champions."

Suddenly nine "people" bowed to her from their platforms. A black plate appeared in front of each of the corporeals including Shaka, lifting them to one of the bowed God's platform. Music could be heard it was one of Oshuns favorite songs of migration unlike any other it trumpeted through the entire space, loud yet nobody needed to raise their voice to speak to each other. A glass was politely handed to Shaka, filled with a deep red fragrant, out of habit he took a sip.

His face lit up as he could literally taste the soul of the beverage. The coldness was perfectly refreshing, the brew was like a the best brandy and cola one could ever have. Shaka was moved to tears it might have only been a week but the sensation of being able to taste was the best deep inside his soul a new sun spring up. He spent the next hour eating and drinking everything in sight, choking on a spoon in the process.

As he was settling down a wave of the man's hand brought Shaka close. " alright then let's get this over with. Here is my chosen champion, as the first Lord of Lum, Er and Ia

He is marked and predestined, may my word guard you and keep you."

Shaka did not really know how to act his face looked like a hundred cracks had appeared, across an awkward smile. " What does that mean no one has actually explained anything to me could you at least give me something I can work with as your champion you should at least give me something, Lord Gu at least gave me knowledge."

The man's had exploded as his voice boomed over everything except the music.

"Lord Gu?Lord Gu! that worm think he can impart, you foolish mortal he destroyed you the schism alone, would have killed you in a year. Do you even know what happened to you? That worm is a Lord Gu first of the Fallen, plague worm. Read your plate fool leave here before I cast you down too. F.u.c.ken Lord Gu when will be free of that worm?"

As soon as he was done speaking he faded into space leaving.....

"Hey!Hey! What am I supposed to do now how do I get home?"

A hand from the void appeared and pulled him in by the throat, ripping him back to Lumeria. His spirit appeared in the lower world of Erdogan.

Barren grey sand as far the eye could see. The trees hand leaves or fruit the wind blowing constantly. Shaka's eye searched for any land markings or "Ouch!" he winced as the wind blew sand onto his ball and chain. He stood in the middle of desolate with no clothes.

He moved towards the only thing that was different from the rest of the barren lands, it looks like a small tipped triangle in the distance it was blue which is why it stood out.

Shaka looked around him, before moving on the man had not given him the black plate. The sand felt heavy under feet every step requiring more effort than the last, the sand was pulling at his feet.

A few more spirits could be seen all moving towards the similar structure. The arduous journey took two days at he felt no hungry. However the pain stings as sand particles hit the body like thousands of little needles.

Shaka arrived at the gates they were made out of golden bones, silver skulls and the handles out platinum teeth, they belonged to members of every race. A line of spirits had been waiting for something, Shaka started queuing as the other spirits did. The spirits around him did not speak or rather choice not to Almost afraid of too.

The line moved so slowly it at you as the numbing feeling of standing still would come and go. The spirits would each at the gate be asked a question then proceeded it was all orderly and slow. The guardian a lanky man stood in front of pulpit of Baal the forsaken, A deathgod or so the man in the pulpit had claimed. His eyes non existent, like his upper c.h.e.s.t it was all bones.

"Name?" the man's voice seemed to come from all angles, it was sharp and high pitched almost lady like. "Shaka"

"Real Name boy, this is not a game this is a chance for you champion"

"How do you know about that? What can you tell me about it? what does it mean to be a champion."

"I asked your name, it rude to answer a question with a question don't you have simply manners?"

Shaka anxiously said to the man

" Mandla, please can you at least tell me why I'm here?"

His fingers rolled through the book in front of him, a thick white gold, silver crested ruby filled book. The pages all contained jewels about five millimeter squared, the writing was written with Griffin tears the distinctive Orange hue and metal smell unmistakable. His hands moved slowly writing the name given.

A wicked smile came across the man's face his two remaining teeth on full display "It would appear our lords favour has befallen you champion, hail. You have been tasked with a most impossible task, our lords eternal wisdom knows no bounds, hail. You have been given the lords gift, his generosity flows through us all, hail. You must go Mount Deacon and kill Daimon, First born hail. good luck now be on your way I have much work to do."

The man shooed him away, throughout Shaka's whole body his veins were bulging his face twisted with rage, however he could not even shout at the man as the other spirits behind had already started pushing him further into the Mosel