Perceptions
by Sziromicon

Part 1

The gray noise was more felt than heard. The crackling silence enveloped the senses. The landscape that wasn't there shifted.

'Where am I?'

'Everywhere. Nowhere. At one with me in the universe of your mind.'

Sziromicon knelt in quiet reverence, and in a near silent whisper, 'It has begun.'.

'It has. As we speak, I strip you of the mortal flesh binding you to the mortal plane. Everlasting unlife granted to you so you may serve to share wisdom among my children.'

Sziromicon knew better than to attempt raising his head to ascertain the origin of the voice he felt. He knew it would not be there if he did.

'All have a place. In your lifetime, you served as an agent of chaos. In your unlife, you will catalyze a shift, opening the gate of understanding. Wisdom through chaos, enlightenment through suffering. Those whose life strings you will tap, will gain insight into themselves. From this wellspring will come the future souls ofthought.'

'I do not understand.'

'You have eternity to understand. As your flesh on the mortal plane has been consumed, so too have your emotions. You will be gifted with visions, attuned to auras. These are tools I give to you for your servitude. Go forth chaos knight and do what needs be done.'

The gray faded out, the slow yet serene evolution from stupor to consciousness, the last whispers came,

'Go forward. This gift I give you and yours. Fail me not.'

Part 2

'Kill her.', Suqlaheru, Avatar of Syrin requested plainly.

Without hesitation, words of dark magic slid easily from what was now a grinning black skull. Mallika bore the brunt as her bones decayed further. The spidery words continued a short while. With a gesture and a word, the battle ceased.

'I am satisfied,' and in an instant, the Avatar had vanished into the ether.

'My beloved.'

'Eternally.' Mallika returned, as the two went through the mortal ritual of a tender kiss.

'The winds of change stir. The test has afforded a brief moment of enlightenment. A Champion is to be born.'.

Part 3

Excerpts from a leather bound journal:

'…and being on two sides of the same coin, it would stand to reason the only difference is perspective.'

'The good, and the evil are but abstracts. Names given in a vain attempt to explain the complexities of existence and the effect souls have on one another. Easier yet it becomes to accept when 'good' and 'evil' are associated with physical beings, Tyrin and Syrin respectively.'

'…an understanding that all who would serve Him, serve in their own way. The way in which they feel guided by Him. Is it good? Is it evil? It just is. That is the one certainty.'