1 Rude Awakening - 1-2 (1/2)
Rude Awakening – 1
(3° person POV)
In Alondra, magic is a common thing. However, recently, in the last century, guns became a thing due some ancient ruins where the guns were found. With that, not only combat changed drastically, the advancement of the human race spiked.
However, recently, monster attacks have increased, and the fight for survival increased. Magic also as seen advancement, and a great one. A portal to another world, full of resources to explore and no intelligent race inhabiting it.
That gave resources to the human kingdoms able to open the portals. And here, on this world, a village in the plains was destroyed by a monster attack. As the village burns, a group of corpses lie near the forest, most of them half-eaten.
One of them, the one of a young child, a boy around 13-14, is covered in blood, his clothes ripped and he is missing an arm. His hair is black, and the dead eyes blue. The face is a bit handsome, the previously white and healthy skin now gray as the corpse it is.
From the blue sky, a white light falls on the corpse. And as it glows lightly, a miracle happens. The wounds start to close, the arm regenerates starting form the bone and joints, veins, muscles and finally skin and nails.
The skin regains its color, and the boy gasps for air.
...…
A few moments before, on earth, a plane flies through the night skies. On it, a youth smiles, satisfied with himself. He is flying back home from Korea, where the world tournament of StarCraft 2 was held. And this youth, Vladmir Grigori, a Romanian, is returning home with the first-place prize.
Since he was 12, he loved real time strategy, and strived to be better on them. One of his favorites, and the one that he is best at, is StarCraft2. And obviously, he does take gaming seriously, as he claimed the championship from the previous six world tournaments.
Unfortunately, he met with an unlucky fate, as a meteorite falls on the wings of the plane, making it crash on the ocean, killing all the passengers.
...…
Vladmir is standing on a white space, with nothing around him. He looks around confused.
(Vladmir): ”Where is this place?”
(Old Man): ”It's a barrier between worlds.”
He looked back, where an old man is standing behind him, with black wrinkly skin, but straight posture and good build and a bald head with a white beard. He is also dressed in a white suit with black social shirt. He has a serious face with an apologetic glint in his eyes.
(Vladmir): ”What… does that even mean?”
(God): ”I apologize for my late introduction. I'm god.”
(Vladmir): ”….. I-I see… erm… nice to meet you?”
He asked a bit awkwardly. Seeing this, god started laughing thunderously, making Vladmir flinched.
(God): ”Fear not, little friend. Yes, I made the right choice. You have guts.”
(Vladmir): ”Thank you… so, erm… Lord(?) God, why am I here?”
(God): ”One hundred years ago, I made a deal with your god. In exchange with some stuff that I could do, he promised me a batch of souls. More exactly, 40 young souls. I wouldn't imagined that he would just crash a plane and sacrifice that many for just 40 souls… I beg your forgiveness.”
He said, bowing deeply. Vladmir hurriedly tried to stop him:
(Vladmir): ”Don't worry! I don't blame you or anything. If I have someone to blame is the one that killed me. I'm sure that there were ways to work around the deal without killing everyone in the plane…”
God went silent for a moment, before laughing again.
(God): ”Indeed, I made the right choice. As for your question of why… I indeed made a deal with the god of your god. However, the situation changed drastically since the deal was made to this moment. You see, I simply needed their souls to send resources to my world.