《The First Primordial [DROPPED]》Chapter 1 - Introductions in the white realm
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I do not remember how long I lay there like that, my eyes were open but weren't focused like you somehow slept with your eyes open. When I realised my eyes were open and I was, somewhere?
Somethings not right here, I can tell because from the knowledge flowing into my head that arriving laying down in an empty white space is unnatural.
It spreads in all directions, giving a sense of being on a mountain looking over the land while also being horribly suffocating. It was while I was starting to stand up and look around when I heard a voice. "Hello little one, I know you have questions but I will wait until the other Primordials are finished being assembled", Yup definitely something wrong here.
The voice was gentle and I couldn't tell if it was male or female, maybe both, maybe neither? It nonetheless resonated with me both personally and literally in my mind, the knowledge ramming itself into my mind isn't exactly helping either keeping calm, it held scenes of grand open planes, stuff called... Magic? And many other things that don't match, like it came from a different world.
I feel like I should be panicking but why am I so... Calm? I start looking around more and in further detail trying to make sense of at least something but all I see is further greyish white mist and I finally noticed I at least wasn't naked, whatever that meant. Wearing a nice open grey coat with a grey shirt underneath with black long pants, a brown belt marking the transition. But it wasn't until I was about to start taking steps to move around that I heard the sounds of someone landing behind me with light footsteps.
I turn around faster than I probably should have, still not used to my body. I fell over backwards because damn intuition wasn't enough. My eyes widen when I for some reason see a young woman standing there with the same dazed expression I wore, they couldn't be older than 17 or 18 and had almost too perfect long white hair that reached halfway down her back with gold strands and eyes looking around worriedly in a perfect white dress that reached down to just past the knees until their eyes met mine.
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"Eh?" was the only word I mumbled when I saw vast confusion in their eyes and worry in their face while I was more perplexed than worried. Noticing that I wasn't going to harm them they started calming down, or at least would have if I didn't hear another sound behind me again.
This time the noise was much less elegant sounding like someone dropped a stack of bricks with armor on from a 2 story building, still on the floor when I turned my head to see what happened and was yet again more shocked when I saw a big black lizard with wings for some reason. It was just slightly shorter than the girl in height that was laying down staring at us with purple and orange eyes with confusion evident. Standing up I take in my competition, I am a head and a half taller than the girl and thus much taller than the lizard but only barely wider.
We stood there looking at each other for an unknown amount of time before the voice from before came back. "Greetings, I have created you to run the 3 mortal realms for me. I know you have questions but that will all be answered in due time partly because of how you were made." Pausing for a second the voice came back but slightly louder and closer than before, "You 3 have lived countless lives through reincarnations and summonings so that knowledge will come back sooner or later but right now you need to know what you actually will do. As I said there are 3 mortal realms and 2 immortal realms which you will find out for yourself, there is the Demon Realm, Creation Realm and the Spirit Realm but you will be free to travel to the Creation realm as that is the primary one to care for where life will be the most abundant."
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The voice rambled for a while on the creation realm and the species that will live there but kinda ignored what the other 4 realms did or were like, apparently the voice had a favourite. But there were however important facts that it did talk about such as the fact it sacrificed itself for us to be made so we were on our own once we left and it was going to be very painful we were told.
Along with that we were given names for ourselves, the girl was named Seraph, the lizard that was apparently a thing called a "young dragon" was called Orath and I was named Arthur. "I would help you my children but sadly I can't, this world is for you so please as long as you care for it I do not care what you do within it."
With those final words after who knows how long in what I came to call the White Realm, we started getting sent to our respective realms with mine being the Demon Realm. "Good bye everyone, it may be a while before we meet again." Finding my voice I say this in an honest and respectful tone as they were the first people I knew but already were going to be separated for who knows how long.
As the words were spoken I swear I could hear a faint motherly chuckle from the voice as my vision was blinded by a pure white light that outmatched even our surroundings.
I could tell, this was going to be a grand adventure but sadly I did not realise at the time one of the things the voice said and I would come to regret it in the next few moments.
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