Truth 1/2

Okay let's recap, how did a meditation session turn into some kind of sleep paralysis?

Okay let's put that aside, for some reason I can move but this is dark… ..stage of entering my own BLEACH-type mind.

That if it would be too cool, maybe I will find my dark and evil side, or my shit zampakuto I have a HAHAHA zampakuto and I thought I would not have any kind of cheats.

"Are you serious? We keep fooling ourselves even at this point" said a voice that sounded exasperated at the child in front of him, surprised the child turned around and saw himself.

"Shit is the Naruto scenario, you are my negative side and we will have an epic battle where you will fall under the weight of power, friendship and talk-no jutsu" giving a smug nod at his brilliant deduction the boy began to rant about how he would defeat him To earn his cheats, this continued for a few minutes until a tired voice interrupted him:

"It seems that if we do not interrupt, this will continue until the end of time what given in the world we are in, it is certainly little"

"So, we want to keep wasting our time or we will go straight to the point of this sad charade, we have been clowning for a long time you do not think maybe it is time for you to say your name, let's leave this sad excuse of" not knowing anything "and that we have the courage to look at ourselves in a mirror "he concluded with a voice that did not admit more replies, rather I concluded

A tense air began to be felt in that apparent infinite darkness, no one mentioned a word until one gave in, sighing the boy did something that he had not done since he began to release the first stupid things that could occur to him, he looked into his eyes.

Looking back, a boy of no more than 10 years blond, green eyes like the purest sapphires that could have existed, an immaculate skin and a serene look that he certainly had not expected from "him", at the same time a lock of hair fucking strange was standing proudly on his head, as if daring him to rip it off ... certainly the urge to rip off that stupid choke was getting stronger.

Feeling heaviness in his heart, he couldn't help but let go

"We have been us from the beginning true"

"As long as we exist, we have been and will be"

"Exactly that we are in hell, I have many memories of so many things in a life that I never lived, but that I feel that I do and the memories of the life that I know I lived fade and no matter how hard I try to hold on to them, I they drain like sand between my hands "releasing what ate his heart since he took the first breath in this world he continued

"Every second that passes, I remember less who I am and even the new memories are more scenarios that I know I have but I have to make an effort to remember them, it helps a lot to stay sane since it is too much information to process and my infant body is too easy to distract, hahaha who would say that raising a lot of children would ever be useful "

"Even so we are afraid, afraid that when we say the name that is in the back of our mind I will forget everything I was and we will live a life that does not belong to us"

"We are even real, how come we managed to exist? This seems too twisted for any god, frankly the mess we feel is fucking annoying"

"Hey why are we keeping quiet? Come on we were supposed to have more answers"

Only the echo of his voice was heard in that apparent infinite blackness, then the child wanted to laugh hysterically.

"Hahaha all this time I was just talking right?" Telling himself that while his eyes reflected a silly smile in the mirror where the truth had been revealed ... where the darkness was only a lie since he was simply with his eyes closed all this time.

Around him extended a gigantic chamber full of doors, books, weapons and many strange trinkets but in a place like this in a corner of that chamber that at times extended without limits but if he concentrated on a single thing, it took on a presence as If it were the only thing present

A sword stuck in a stone, he felt a wave of pride, sadness, anxiety, fear, hope and more emotions overwhelm him that for a moment he was paralyzed before that nostalgic scene.

It was always a choice, his old master had repeatedly warned him that no matter what predestined future one might have, it was never written especially for the mortal races that were less tied to the bonds of destiny as we forged the future with blood. and sweat of the present ... unlike the immortal races that paid for their immortality with immense karmic chains which made them easier puppets of prophecies and predictions.

But even so the prophecy of their prophesied king that would bring salvation to this world devastated by war, famine, plague and continuous invasions of monstrous beings.

Already deeply rooted in people's hearts, this choice carried more than just one person's happiness.

The sight before him was too nostalgic, once he was a child who before the suffering of his people decided to draw the sword that would make him king, such a choice would cost him everything even so he would continue taking it no matter how many eons passed.

That sword meant more than people could imagine, it was not just a simple choice of the most qualified king to rule a country in a world that was falling apart.

It was "YOUR" choice, the first step the prophesied king began his campaign to unify the world in the face of monstrous invasion.

The staging of one of the most historic moments in the world of 1djs7 @ # ×, but a few knew that it was beyond a simple choice of an enchanted sword.

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When his hands touched the pommel of the sword after assimilating the last advice of Merlin, prepared to be the prophesied king to which a world acclaimed, eagerly awaiting him all in pursuit of a better future since the current present only brought them despair before the truth that every day their lands diminished .... the invasion would soon end any attempt at resistance without the disunited lords putting aside their differences to fulfill the duty they had to protect their people.

At that moment around him two lords appeared, a young adult who had a fearless smile and an aura that seemed to devour all present attention, at the same time exuding a dignity impossible to find in the nobles of now, stopping the instinctive desire kneeling he concentrated on the other man.

This was a badly injured old man, holding back the desire to help him from all the different wounds that covered his body when their gazes met familiar green eyes reflected in his .....

Somewhat graying blond hair, unmistakable green eyes and a whisper in his mind that told him the identity of those men with identical characteristics to hers.

Both were the ... from another time, at that moment they whispered the truth to him, the true weight of the choices of this day of all the suffering that awaited him betrayals, sorrows, loneliness, suffering, a life that although full of pleasures Said by the youngest man.

They could not cover up the hardships that would happen, their efforts carried as dust, everything that struggled reduced to ashes and a horrible death ..... all that and more but he had already made a decision.

Everything that was mentioned to him was put in the bottom of his heart and without any expression he shot the sword starting a legend that would resonate for eternity in so many worlds that they would never know the weight of the choice he had just made ... .not even the same.

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Again a choice, the world has a twisted sense of humor but still there are things that we must face, the boy took a step towards his destiny with a small ironic smile on his lips and a heavy heart at what this old companion would show him .