this_is_me

A man falling in the dark . . . the fall is all there is as far as his lonesome memory goes back . . . until . . .

A mysterious masked couple in search of a duel that quenches their thirst for battle, but is that all there is to them? 

The construction of weapons that are the first of their kind in this existence since an eternity, who made them? And what purpose do they serve?

The Peak, The Mother of Mercy, The Lord of Triumph, how will they handle the beginning of the end of eternity?

Even till the last breath of Time, the madness continues. Perhaps even more than we all think, as the ancient one approaches to awaken.


(editors Note: my editor told me to recommend this to the reader as she is invested in whatever I write. she tells me to tell you to read A Author as it comes out along with this book)

Falling And Rope

The female pilot and the woman both sit in silence, a question swirling in the woman's head.

"By the way, I wanted to ask something. I heard that all pilots are considered to be siblings or something of the sort. Can you explain that to me?" she finally asks.

"Sure. It's actually not a blood relationship, it's more like kinship through the connection of being pilots. But I will say that it's kind of as strong, if not stronger than blood ties. And as such, we have certain constraints around each other like we can't marry each other and of the sort," explains the female pilot, hinting at an obvious idea.

"I see. So, your mother and other pilots married people that aren't pilots. And then gave birth to more pilots?"

"It generally is like that. Although, because we don't seize to exist, the birth rate is extremely low even if pilots get married. And my mother a special case,"

"Well, this is a bit weird to say, but I don't actually have a father,"

"Wait, really?!" asks the woman in shock.

"My mother got pregnant without any male intervention and because she is a very high figure, when word got out that she was pregnant, rumors started spreading like wildfire. But the loud and major voice was the Rope people defending my mother and her name from the attacks of the rumors, and they won that war apparently. And because of my origin story, let's say . . . I got a bit of special attention back home," she says, her face twisting in annoyance towards the end.

"And then here we are now," finishes the female pilot, looking back towards the woman.

"I see. This conversation took an unexpected turn. Sorry if I brought back any bad memories," she says, looking apologetic.

"No, no, it's fine. I've moved on. And this is my new life now," says the female pilot, waving a hand.

The woman smiles but a thought runs through her mind.

Chapter 6.3: Five, three