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

He's sitting outside at night-time on a wooden chair, looking at the grass and trees in front of him, there is no one else around and it's quiet.

"Rain? What's that? And why is water falling from up?"

"You mean, 'How?'" says the Author.

"I think the more accurate wording to use is, 'How is the water from the sky?'" says the Author, opening his apple drink.

"Does it matter much?" asks the person.

"Well, it is because language is very powerful I believe. So, I try my best to use it correctly and wisely. And the way I see it, the question of 'Why?' is supposed to be asked to things that can give you a response of a reason back. such as to someone like a human," says the Author as he takes a sip of his drink and pauses.

"So, when you say, 'Why is the water falling?' It's like you expect to hear an answer or reasoning from water as a reply, as if it will talk back to you or is sentient," says the Author, laughing gently with a smile on his face.

He leans back on his chair and looks up.

"Maybe water or someone or something speaking for it can tell you why someday. I have no answer to why at the moment personally. But how does it happen? That, I believe I have an answer for," he continues.

"The short version of it is, the sun heats up the water on Earth, the ocean or whatever. And the water boils, going up to the atmosphere where it cools down again and becomes liquid and gets held up in the clouds. And when it becomes heavy enough and the water falls down, causing what we are seeing right now and describe as rain. I can teach you the details of the how later when we get back home, as even gravity has its own question of 'How?' it acts"

"Fascinating!" exclaims the person.

"What amount of detail had to happen for all of this to happen and cause such phenomena? I am blown away," says the person looking at the Author.

"Are you not fascinated by it?" he asks.

The Author hiccups, "Of course I am, it's just that I became desensitized a bit to it from experiencing it throughout my life. When I was born, if I saw everyone around me carrying a building on their backs with ease up until now, it would be the same as this case and effect. It's just how it is. But, not like I take it for granted. It's actually my favorite weather to enjoy," explains the Author, closing his eyes and feeling the rain hit his face.

"What beautiful weather and what a fascinating substance water is as well!" he continues, enjoying the droplets.

"A small example would be, imagine how many things we use it in. Aside from the obvious drinking it to survive and using it for drinks. It is flavorless which allows us to cook food with it without the taste of the food being affected. It is colorless too so that when you cook with it, the color isn't changed, or even more, imagine taking a shower with something other than water, like honey or some other liquid that has a smell, unlike water that has no smell, and there's much more. I love it!" says the Author, screaming at the end and laughing.

Running his hand down his buttoned shirt, he unbuttons it and opens it slightly, and puts his hands behind the seat laying back comfortably.

"I see," says the person floating around him.

The Author stays under the rain, relaxing alone on the chair and looking around at the beautiful scenery around him, enjoying the sound of . . . everything as well.

"The rain has stopped," says someone.

"Alright, time to go home, I guess," says the Author as he stretches.

"Well, thank you dear reader, for reading my story so far. If you enjoyed it, I hope you continue to do so. This is the end of volume two, I will be back with volume three soon hopefully. Till then, all the best," he says, standing up and buttoning up his shirt again.

"Bye byeeee!" says someone, waving while floating next to him.

Chapter 36: Time