Prologue

On a once blue planet, in a once beautiful country, in a once wonderful city, in a dark room...

A room that irregardless of how much times and society had changed, remained reminiscent of one who has chosen the path of solitude...

"Damn it..." A figure laying on the floor croaked, his words barely a whisper lost to the darkness of the room.

"...why?" His question full of pain and betrayal. Only the fading light of his computer screen to faintly illuminate his features.

Dark hair and pale skin, a vampire? No, a human. Pale from the days turned months spent trapped in a hell of his own making. A Choice was made. A Commitment.

"...Thi..s..Is...bullshi-" His indignation which surely would have burned brightly as the sun was weakened by his condition. A Condition wrought by the Struggle. You may ask just what struggle? Truly it was The Struggle, one that has gone on since time immemorial. A Fight against fate itself.

"..t, Damn you..." His consciousness fled him at this moment. Whether he was planning to utter the name of some deity or some person that wronged him would forever remain shrouded in mystery. He was broken. Defeated. In his final moments he would know how futile everything was.

"They, humans. A carbon based life form that came forth when fish decided the sea was too mainstream and chose the dry lands as its new home...a species that would realize it was too hard and thus developed so they could hide amongst the leaves up high upon the trees...a species that would find THAT boring and choose to come down and challenge the world yet again...I always found them fascinating. Stupid, but fascinating.

I am what you would consider a Random Omnipotent Being, affectionately abbreviated as ROB. Oh how many of such humans have wished and fantasized my, Our, appearance in the end of their lives. Perhaps to grant them a boon or shuffle them off to the "Next great adventure". However In MY case, I am an Author. I Used to simply Observe but found that boring and decided to join my fellows and participate in their past time. I Chose this one particular human on virtue of how noble his death was. Dying not from some vehicular accident or some wayward disaster brought on by some young inexperienced god...but from a struggle against fate itself."

I floated there. Just outside the space time axis, close enough to see into the room. Monologing I believe it's called in your human tongue? I stared at It. That horrid thing that is the crystallization of The Enemy. Just One of Its aspects. Truly Insidious. As if the humans already had to deal with war and conflict both on the battlefield and in their own society. IT had to exist. The Light of the screen glowing faintly. Despite being a mere facsimile of the Enemy it seemed to taunt me.

"Rate Up...5 stars..." I muttered. Fate is a fickle enemy. Luck an illusion. I have always HATED such things. I returned to the human. His spirit, his soul rising up from its shell, ready to return to the cycle of reincarnation.

I was not going to have any of that. No. Fate would not win. The Inevitable would be Slain. A soul would be saved and a Story to be had.

I pulled. I grasped it. I gave it form...and I Asked...

"How would you like to be reincarnated?"

"What?"