DEATH and being loved

Darkness. All he could see was darkness creating a deep despair within his heart, he thought he had escaped, that the rift had taken him away from that agony that whatever he had done was enough, but again he was plunged into darkness and this time.... this time there was no light. as he was falling into a deep well of dread that he had suppressed in the void through his shear anger and will to go on, he realized something. it wasn't COLD. he wasn't in PAIN. and for the first time after waking up in the abyss, he was happy. along with this new elation a tingling sensation appeared at the back of his thoughts and pulled at his attention and as soon as he acknowledged its existence a blue box appeared in the black space.

Welcome to Alterra

his mind seemed to race as he thought of all the possibility's. was he in a coma? hallucinating from pain? in a simulation? or …..

"I died"

with those two simple words that seemed to reverberate through wherever he was and the constructed heart pumping faster than ever pain overcame him. unlike the pain in the old void though, this one seemed to be stuck behind a membrane protecting him from the worst of its effects as well as being less, physical? visceral? it felt like the emotions that he had been using, like the love he felt when remembering his family but this more hollow, sad even... it was loss, a wave of overbearing loss washed through his joy of escape and consumed him as yet another message materialised before his vision.

skill: heart of memories activated

then he remembered.

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I had been working in the pub (bar)/restaurant for the day, my boss had giving me the morning and afternoon shift so that I could go home with my sister as she was coming back from school and tell my family the good news about the new job I had applied to. I was trying to remove a stubborn stain from the bottom of a glass, one of the usual's had used and hid it behind a sofa chair affixed to the wall opposite the dartboard, that really needed to be replaced from how damaged it had become, whilst thinking of just chucking the glass away and getting the guy to pay for a new one I heard the opening of a squeaky set of double doors followed by the pitter patter of a set of small slightly heeled shoes run towards me. turning away from the glass I saw my little sister ,dressed in her blue white and grey uniform, with a mischievous smirk on her face now sitting on a pub stall ,tipped slightly forward and about as tall as her. "what did you do this time" I had said trying not to grin with her " *humph* what do you mean what did I do" she had pretended to pout at me but I couldn't miss her slight upturn lips, "don't lie" I chuckled at her "and why would I do that, I'm to good to lie" she replied sarcastically causing a few seconds of pause ""Hahaha"", "come on then dotty tell me what ya did and if its funny enough I won't tell mum" I had grinned at her, "fine, fine ya know that stuffy English teacher MS. Smith" she started as her grin grew larger, "welllllll a few of us...".

*CRASH* *CRUNCH*

mid way though her sentence a loud sounds of shattering glass and crumbling brick came from my left from where the large window that looked into the pub and I felt a large amount of air pressure push towards me and time seemed to slow down. Out the corner of my eye I see some kind of vehicle charging towards me, unlike all the times I've heard about peoples life flashing before their eyes but instead before my death my mind only fixates back on my sister who seems to be pushed back from a combination of the pressure, her position tilting on the pubs stall and in shock push away from the counter , and with that final thought I feel my perception speed back up and the impact of a two to three ton vehicle charge into me, I black out for a moment feeling nothing at all.

"ARGHHH"

I was awoken by my own involuntary scream as I suddenly jolt back to life, pinned to the floor by my legs by what seems like a large lump of scrape resembling a truck and I noticed that it had a small trickle of blood dripping out of the driver's side, my sister was on top of me doing compressions on my chest to get my non beating heart working like mum had drilled into us from her first aid courses we took almost every summer. It looked like the apocalypse had hit this small slice of the town. my sister starts getting off my chest as soon as she saw that spark of life in my eyes reignite and I hear her voice muffled telling me to stay awake and crying to stay with her as she uses a piece of a shattered shard of glass from the glass I had been cleaning to create cloth to clog up my wounds as I slowly drift to staring down at myself and what I was dealing with. I saw that at least two of my mangled ribs are protruding and all of them must be broken, my arm is mush from where the truck had hit me and I feel my own blood flowing from an open wound on my chest looking like a small river running down my ruined clothes which seemed to have punctured a lung, yet I feel none of it as I start disassociating so my mind can escape the pain or due to what most likely is a major concussion.

as I look at my sister desperately clogging up the open wounds and attempting to bind them to my body with the cloth acquired from her uniform and her dialling my mum from her slightly damaged phone to get an ambulance as quick as possible to the pub, I smile at her through dust clouds of rubble and even as she tries to speak to me to keep me awake and I hear mum trying to keep me awake with the phone Dorothy had placed next to my ear ,saying that the ambulance was only five minutes away, I started to force air out of my barely working remaining lung so I could tell them that "I … love you *cough* all … live happy", and hearing their final pleas for me to hang on. I slip into death. it was like I was going to sleep but I knew that I would never wake up, as pain starts returning and whilst wearing a smile facing towards my sister, I'm just happy knowing my little sister was fine, that she will live.

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exiting the memory with a jerk his mind whiplashed back to his current situation and the blue box hanging motionless before him stating he had activated a skill. his mind already choking on memory's flooded with incomplete thoughts, he started to become overwhelmed with it all, life, death, battle, escape, but he couldn't deny it any longer. he had died. but not in pain, no, with love. and a death like that couldn't be worthless, a death like that is what many a person searched a lifetime to achieve and aspired for and from that single thought he the torrent of thoughts, emotion and memories calmed down and he started to slowly process what he knew. he had died and somehow ended up in that void, as a small pinprick of light most likely his soul, supressed, battered and forced to endure a pain that he still could not quite remember or comprehend. in that void he had forged himself a … vessel? formed from a fire produced after the orb had shattered open to fight back something that felt like the ending, a true final ending. in doing so he had found something that lead here and now he is seeing blue boxes saying things that he had only really seen or read in fiction, so the logical endpoint would be.... "system"

welcome to ALterra

you have arrived on the newly created planet of ALterra during its creation and life spawning phase as a soul.

notice: due to not having sufficient enough soul shell integrity you could not fully integrated with ALterra's cycle and therefore must be discarded

processing ....... DISCARD PROTICAL ENGAGED: obliteration process underway ...

ERROR..... ERROR.....

notice: due to being an outside entity authorisation to obliterate can not be given

notice: as a being touched by three higher entity's under the authorisation of the system balancing protocol enacted

ERROR..... ERROR.....

notice: as two higher beings wish to inflict curses upon you balancing protocol disengaged

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BOONS:

"WHAT?!?"