ReBirth Of The Primordial

Io noticed her confused look and clarified, "I fight because the fear of leaving you alone in this world is my motivation to stay alive. Fear itself isn't a bad thing. It is when you give in to fear that you lose." Io grinned as she tucked a strand of Sorcha's short, black hair behind her ear as she explained.

Sorcha clasped onto Io's hand, bringing it to her cheek, "But fear isn't bad. Fear is good. Fear makes you think before acting." Sorcha looked up at Io for confirmation.

Io's other hand found Sorcha's cheek and she clumsily pinched them. "When you let fear drive you, you are no longer in control. Might as well sell yourself to another's dream of what you should be, because you are no longer fighting for yourself. By letting fear overcome you, you have become a tool to be used. It doesn't have to be that way. No matter what monster may come your way, there will always be a way out. You have a choice. Even when it seems like there is none. Sure, it may not be easy, but every step you take is a win, so all that's left for you to do is to struggle."

Io let go of Sorcha's cheeks and patted her head. "Look, you have to fight. Fight every step until you break free, even if you feel like you aren't changing you are. Just don't stop, keep moving forward. No one else can do that for you. I will always try to keep you safe. Always. If you are in danger, I will do my utmost to get you away from it, but until you decide to fight for yourself, to fight for what you dream of and what it is to to live. You will be stuck. It is your determination to step by step change your fate that will light even in the darkest of places."

Sorcha stared down at hands. They were white from the strength of her grip. She didn't know if that was possible. She didn't know how to change, but…

"Teach me." Sorcha sniffled, "I-I wanna help too."

Io rubbed the tears from under Sorcha's eyes and gently pulled her hands into her own. "You have already begun to change." Io bonked her head softly against Sorcha's. "The moment you decided, you started to change."

Sorcha blinked slowly, letting the memories go. Io was right. She was a survivor, and it was time she acted like one. Nobody was here to save her, but so what? Sorcha was just as capable as Dagan and Eden. Io was out there and she needed all of them. Eyes glittering with determination, Sorcha let go of the tree root that she had been clinging to. She had everything she needed to survive this. That night was one of the hardest and warmest Sorcha had ever experienced, and it was those very words that became Sorcha's lodestone as the shadows grew around her, blocking out all light, and drowning her in the abyss.

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"They're all gone!" A howl erupted the quiet night, but the wind swiftly carried it away.

"What now? What now! I c-can't, breathe. They were fine before but now... Now I, I..."

The haunting sounds of a grieving beast echoed eerily through the darkened forest. A predator the size of a horse took offense at the maddened creature that had come into its territory and decided to make an example of it. The predator stood aggressively bayed its dominance. It took one step and had its head ripped off.

The creature walked slowly past the dead beast letting out whimpers from its newly torn wounds and the weight it had placed on its two broken legs. It made it a few steps before the strain of bearing its own weight was too much and the beast fell down. The beast shoved itself up before it fell once more. It lay there whining in despair and agony.

"I don't want to remember anymore! They're gone. All gone! I hate myself. Why! Why?"

Slowly moonlight peeked through the forest, casting its pale light upon the dying creature mixing and clinging to the shadows that coated it, creating a macabre display of life and death upon its ragged scales. 'How did this happen? Why was this happening?'

"What was I doing…? Why am I so cold?. I can't…. I ca- ..." In absolute silence, the only thing to be heard was a heartbeat, until the beast forgot the sound of even that.

It seemed an eternity went by, stretching on until it thought it'd go insane from the nothingness. It was consumed until there was not even a minuscule shred left of who it once was. It became nothing. Just there with no purpose. Existence itself at its most basic.

'What is, what isn't. Nothing changes. I no longer have the substance to change. I simply am.' The beast thought. "Wait, beast? What is that?" The soul had no further time to ponder over this when something caught its attention.

Soundless explosions occurred at the random around the soul, flashing again and again. It battered the soul until it was when it was just a speck of light; it was blasted back into the nothingness.

"Even though there is change, I am banished. Unwanted. Unneeded." The soul dimmed. "What's the point? Those flickering lights are naught more than wisps of dreams, fragments of something intangible. Trying to touch those lights… In hopes for what? I don't even know. I can't change, I know that. I am complete. Yet…. Why do I reach for those lights?" The soul curled up like a child grasping their knees in a darkened closet, waiting to be allowed to come out.

Light bloomed violently in breathtaking flares of color, followed by invisible forces exiling soul deep into the abyss once more. After a time, it noticed that there were incomplete lights. They'd bloomed in a savage display of beauty, but it did not last. Unable to bear their incomplete state, the withering lights would go berserk, destroying themselves and those around them, devouring everything around them in a fury. .

"What is the point of all this? I am nothingness. I just am. No more, no less. It is better to just be than to dėsɨrė- dėsɨrė? Is that what it's called? I dėsɨrė? What? No, no… It is better to just be… Yes, it's just better to be. Better than losing." The soul paused in its explorations. "Lose? Did I lose something?" The soul struggled to remember what it had lost, but there was nothing. Nothing? Right, I am just am. I exist.. I do not need to change, I just am."