Chapter 1: Continued.
The namekian continues to lie upon the ground, staring at the majesty of the universe for probably 20 minutes. Something isn’t clicking within his head, there are synapses that aren’t firing, memories that are lost, like a dream. “Who am I?” Over and again he asked himself that question, over and again he had no answer. He realized his name was ebross, but that was all. He couldn’t remember where he had come from, how he got here, or who and where the angel that had spoken to him was. He was alone, and he didn’t like it.
In the next moment, ebross heard a sound. It was a soft clicking, almost like the sound of a boot heel tapping on the ground at a distance. He couldn’t tell whether he really heard it, or if his mind had fabricated the sound from his fear. “Heh...Hello?” The namekian’s voice quivers as he weakly pushes himself into a sitting position with his right hand. As he rises, he notices that in fact his left arm is missing, isn’t their. “That can’t be right.” He says to himself as he forces himself the rest of the way up, rising slowly, meekly to his feet. The namekian looks around him, looking for either the source of the sound he had heard, or possibly his arm. He sees neither. Instead, probably a hundred yards from Ebross is a small house, made of paper and wood. It was delicate and beautiful at the same time. Ebross can’t place the building, can’t place if he’s ever seen it, or anything like it before. All he knew, was that it was the only thing he could see around him. And so, with slow, staggered steps he begins to move towards it. His feet sliding and stepping along the ground, which as far as ebross can tell, is nonexistence. All he can see around him, are stars. Thousands of stars, the entirety of the universe displayed before him. Below him, above him, to the right and to the left of him. Galaxies and systems range the width and breadth of his view.
“Magnificent...” Ebross murmers. The scene is made even more beautiful by the small, sole, and forlorn house sat before him. Brilliance, majesty, beauty, none of these even come close to fully grasping how.. How truly wondrous the spectacle is. The namekian stands their, grasping the shoulder of his missing arm with his remaining hand, simply staring before him. A single tear comes to his eye, unsummoned and unknown.
“Who am I?” Ebross asks the universe, for the first time in his life truly recognizing his loneliness. “Who am I?” he repeats a moment later, unsure of the entirety of his life. All he can remember is bloodshed. Bloodshed and hate. “Who...?”
Chapter 1 Cont...
Ebross’s right hand grasps the door to the house and slides it open. As he takes a step inside, he instantly realizes it is empty. Their was no feel of habitation to it, as if there hadn’t been anyone their in quite a while. Slightly embarrassed, he wipes the tear from his face. “He..hello?” Ebross asks meekly, making sure their was no one around. He waits for a few moments, straining to hear anything; but doesn’t. Receiving no response, the namekian takes the last few steps into the house, his eyes scanning the domain as he does. Fragile-looking tea cups hang from pegs, soft, plush furniture line the walls. That is about it. Ebross takes a stroll around the cabinet by him, walking straight into the kitchen. Inside is the basic necessities. More cabinets, a sink, and a few other accessories. Since no one was home, and ebross WAS thirsty, he quickly takes one of the cups off its peg, fills it up, and walks back to the closest couch. He takes a seat and looks around. Truly, the scenery was sparse.
Before he knows it, the Namekian is beginning to drift off into unconsciousness once again. The cup of water falls from his fingers, dropping to the ground and spilling over the carpet. By then, however, Ebross is dreaming of pain beyond imagining, planets greener than green, and a galaxy of stars he can no longer remember.
Ebross awakes with a start later, he had heard something. Immediately he is on his feet, his foot kicking the tea cup across the floor and into a small coffee table. It shatters, with a noise. In a moment, the noise outside the house, which ebross had heard, dies away. “Hello?” Ebross asks with a strained voice, quickly moving towards the door of the house and stepping through once more. The sight before him surprises him beyond belief. The scenery before ebross was a 180 degree shift from its early stage. Now, instead of their being a simple diagram of the universe, their was a green landscape, leading all the way into a blue horizon in the distance. The namekian’s head jerks to the left, and he catches sight of something he hadn’t expected to see in this dimension, or the next. A large tree is beside him, its branches reaching skyward in all directions. As if in the early stages of fall the leaves are arrayed in a beautiful multi-colored tiling of hues. The most confounding thing, however, is the fact that reaching down from one escpecially large branch, is a tire swing. Sitting within that swing, mouth agape, is a young child looking to be no more than 8 years old. In a semi-circle around the swing are a dozen other children, their race’s and sizes ranging wildly. “Woah...” is all ebross can get out before a terrible noise interrupts him.
“AAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!” one of the girls screams, her hands quickly mirroring Ebross’s as she covers her own ears. Ebross, covering his ears, was caught totally off guard as a blast of invisible kinetic energy screams forth from the girls mouth and slams directly into his chest. He is lifted off his feet in a moment, his figure being blown into, and then through the house he had just been in. He lands somewhere behind it, pain and disorientation reverberating through his mind and body.
The scream dies away, and ebross hears a small popping noise, the same he had heard earlier when the angel (Rem) had left him alone. In a few moments, ebross is on his feet, and witnesses the reappearance of two figures as he hears the popping once more. The child in the tire swing was no longer in the tire swing, instead he was now standing before the house holding the hand of an older humanoid figure. The new person had a grimace on their face. “You aren’t supposed to be here.” He says with confusion on his face.
“Nohame! He was breaking things in the hostess’s house!” One of the other children shout out, obviously referring to the breaking of glass they had heard earlier.
The humanish person smiles. Ebross realizes at that point, that this new person was in fact NOT human. His skin was slightly reddish, his hair was brown, his ears were upturned like an elves. “Good job in coming for me first Sammy.” The Jidaijin says, ebross doesn’t know how he recognizes that name, but it comes to mind as he looks at the figure. “DIMENSION EXPULSION!” the Jidiajin screams as he throws his hands forward. Ebross is extremely confused for the next instant, having no clue exactly who was attacking him or why. He didn’t even understand what a dimension expulsion was.
He found out soon enough, as he felt weird tendrils beginning to grasp at his arms and legs. Quickly, they work themselves around his body until he is completely wrapped in the weird energy. “What?” Ebross says, as he feels his molecules beginning to shift, and change. And then he is gone. With a puff of energy, ebross is gone from the scene, leaving an extremely relieved warrior and group of children in his wake.
....
