Ripple

The world was blank in every sense. There was no up or down leaving the realm without a sky or ground.

All perception of reality was distorted into a mind boggling mess including space and time. This was Akasha, a realm existing outside the edge of existence where all of time and space had been compressed into a singular point. Here there were no cardinal directions or measure of distance nor was there a flow of time. With no progression of future into past, only a singular instant existed in Akasha. This seemingly absolute void served as a cage to contain an entity that was the end of all things. A haunting tableau that whispered of lost hope and eternal struggle.

At the heart of the void lied a figure, a young man, suspended in the void, bore the weight of existence itself. His legs crossed, sinewy muscles taut, he hovered—an enigma caught between realms. His eyes remained sealed, veiled in mystery, while forest green hair floated like tendrils of forgotten magic. He appeared to rather short with dark brown skin.

His chest was partly covered with a plain white robe loosely draped around it extending all the way to his lower body.

The plain white robe clung to him, its fabric threadbare and ethereal. It whispered of ancient rituals, of vows sworn under moonlight and broken beneath star-strewn skies. The robe cascaded downward, revealing bare feet that barely grazed the blank void below—a fragile connection to the existence.

But it was the gold fetters that stole the breath. Chains encased his wrists, ankles, and neck, their links forged from lost dreams and shattered promises. They extended into the unperceivable distance, binding him to an unseen master—a cruel yoke that stripped him of freedom and dignity alike.

His lips moved in regular intervals revealing an eerie symbol engraved on his tongue.

The man quickly grew tired of his demented chanting, stretching his legs to stand on the non-existent floor he imagined and twisted his arms wrapping his chains around them several times before grabbing them in his hand.

"Lacrime! Frange! Confractus!"

With a sudden yell in an unknown language the man pulled on his chains with godly strength far exceeding what any mortal body should have been capable of, but then who was to say he was mortal?

A wave rippled across the great chains as Akasha trembled at the man's voice. However, the ripples of the imprisoned being's voice travelled far beyond the realm of Akasha sending a disturbance travelling through all of existence affecting the fabric of all space and time. Still the void refused to dissipate, and realizing the futility of his attempt the prisoner calmed down.

Elsewhere, somewhere time flowed unhindered and space was unrestricted, the sun stood at it's zenith with ragged mountain range in full splendor a violent pursuit ensued with strange group riding on the back of what appeared to be black unicorns chasing after a blonde girl clad in crimson armor who ran with in human speed. Everything from the steads the people rode to their clothes and swords seemed so archaic. Fueled by a strange passion the group pursued their target with their bloodred eyes full of unwavering resolve to apprehend their target.

Sorcerous runes manifested in front of the outstretched palms of the pursuers before balls of fire were flung towards the direction of the girl. A multitude of explosions went off simultaneously in harmony with one another burying the visage of the girl in a sea of flames, but just when all seemed lost the girl dashed out of the inferno with her body still wreathed in fire that soon disappeared revealing her unscathed body. Her long hair blew in the wind as she grew faster and faster by the second scaling the rocky terrain in a desperate attempt at escaping her pursuers.

The road seemed to be coming to an end with a deep chasm in sight and just as she drew closer to it she begin channeling her strength to her lower body in attempt to jump then with one foot in front of the other ready to scale the vast expanse of the gorge, the unexpected happened. The leader of the unicorn riders, a bearded man somewhere in his early thirties drew a longsword and leaped several feet into the air. His eyes turned black with the silver of his blade taking on a crimson sheen before he threw it squarely aimed at the girl.

Seeing the girl shrug off their attacks the man took the decision to forgo any plans of capturing her alive. The sword spun as it cut through the air in an arc before making its way to the girl staying true to it's mark. A second later drops of crimson danced in the air as the blade cut through both armor and flesh. The girl grimaced as momentarily lost her footing but a instant was all it took for her to plunge into the rift between the earth.

She briefly entertained the thought of resigning to her fate but quickly dismissed it. Even wounded a fierce will burned behind her blue and red heterochromatic eyes which widened the moment she watched the space below her warp slowly twisting until it grew distorted enough to collapse upon itself and tear a rift through the fabric of space and without control over her fall she plummeted straight into the rift in space which swallowed her whole before the existence swiftly mended itself, sealing the rift.

By the time the bearded swordsman arrived at the scene with his calvary behind, the blond girl was gone without a trace. He frantically scoured the chasm for traces of the girl but when he failed to find any he held his head low.

"I've failed you, my queen."